Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Time I Went to the Grammy's 2010

It is grammy time and once again I have gotten the big invite from CBS/ the Grammy corporation to liveblog and make fun of the event, right from my own couch! Joining me tonight are a half gallon tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream and some dinosaur chicken nuggets. Let the games begin! Also - I DVR'ed this, so the times are going to be wayyyy off, but just pretend im doing this from New Zealand.

11:30 - Apparently it's ladies night at the Grammy's tonight which means there will be a lot of cougars on the prowl. Justin Bieber is gonna get raaaaaaaaped.

11:31 - Lady Gaga opens the show, but apparently she has turned into a slim black man. I hope she hangs herself like she did at the VMA's. Oh snap, she appears and she actually sort of looks like a woman tonight. Bravo Gaga.

11:33 - She's singing her hit "Poker Face" and apparently there is a piano playing off key in the background. At least it's live! No Ashlee Simpson's here.

11:34 - REMIX - Elton John joins tranny McGaga on stage and they sing some song I don't know. Has Elton John's entire roll in life been reduced to "surprise collaboration at the Grammy's with whoever is most popular that year?"

11:36 - Through the massive amount of makeup, I can tell that Gaga is in fact a human and with black ash covering her face, I gotta say she's pretty attractive, no matter what some of her awful masks in her videos say.

11:37 - Song over...who is hosting this year I wonder...

11:38 - Apparently Stephen Colbert, how was this not publicized? I'm surprised he didn't spend an entire week practicing on his show by singing Freebird covers and putting on Kiss makeup.

11:40 - Crowd shot of Russell Brand & Katy Perry - and apparently Russell Brand just decided not to button his shirt and has the body of a Persian carpet salesman.

11:42 - Song of the Year nominees are announced: Lady Gaga, Kings of Leon, Maxwell, Beyonce, and Taylor Swift. My vote would go to Kings of Leon, I'm gonna guess Beyonce though....

11:43 - Winner - BEYONCE. 1/1. Let me just say I hate this song and this video, why does anyone think 3 ladies dancing in a "1 shot" in front of a white screen is impressive. Kanye West is wrong.

11:44 - Accepting for Beyonce tonight - 3 rotund men who get less than 20 seconds to speak before their mic is cut off. YES

11:45 - J. Lo is apparently gonna introduce Green Day and I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to sit through this performance. Has any band become more unbearable than Green Day? Fake british accents, really arrogant CDs that are more pretentious than an opera (because this is a ROCK OPERA). I hope Billy Joe gets an infection from his guyliner.

11:46 - Apparently it's the cast of the new American Idiot musical singing this song. Really, is there an overwhelming demand for a Green Day Musical?

11:47 - Ah sweet, here comes my favorite d-bag pretending to play acoustic guitar.

11:48 - Does this musical include earlier Green Day songs off Dookie? Like the song about masterbation? Because that would be classy sung by a classically trained musician that just got done doing a 12 year run in Cats.

11:49 - If you don't mind I'm just gonna fast forward the rest of this.

11:50 - The stars of "When in Rome" to try to get people to vote for Bon Jovi's song choice for their first Grammy performance. Apparently Josh Duhammel (the one who cheated on Fergie) can't follow a teleprompter to save his life. Also of note...first time Bon Jovi has ever performed at the Grammy's. I feel great that I haven't had to sit through them...yet. Also of note: I can NOT WAIT, for their keyboard player with awful awful awful hair to come out and pretend to play 12 keyboards at once.

11:52 - Country nominations - Not sure who these people are. I'll guess Keith Urban

11:53 - GD. Taylor Swift wins. I could've sworn she was too pop for Nashville now. Let's just pray for a Kanye appearance on stage. Apparently she wrote every song on her album...that..doesn't...compute. I thought all major label artists had songs written by 45 year old washed up musicians who smoke marlboro red's with the filter cut off and have a bottle of jack taped to their hand. GOOD FOR HER!

11:54 - The Mentalist is announcing Beyonce. I hate the Mentalist - I was forced to watch it once when I couldnt afford cable and it was the only thing on TV. I wanted to claw my eyes out with the forced humor they were trying to shove down my throat.

11:55 - Beyonce takes the stage with an army of men following her (kinda feel like shes ripping off Lady Gaga, just saying).

11:56 - I love that Beyonce's full time guitarist is a black woman with a 2 foot afro that just rocks out in the corner to these sweet R&B jams. She also has enough chains in between her legs to compete with some of my middle school friends who wore JNCO's.

11:58 - I feel like just once I need to get into pit at a Beyonce show, because everyone down there is definitely looking straight into her Vag. Anybody see any little Jay-Z's up there?

11:59 - She cuts short her own song and starts covering Alanis Morrisette. I wonder if Alanis is rolling over in her grave. ( I know she's alive, but her music career is definitely not. PLUS, Ryan Reynolds left her for Scarlett Johanson. Life FAIL. ALSO, if she can't write another angry album after THAT, she's obviously done.)

12:01 - Seal comes out to introduce something (and apparently he has won grammy's before, who knew!?) .

12:02 - Apparently it's P!nk. I can't tell you how sick I am of her, MTV HD basically runs her concert every other hour. Everyone remembers when she used to pretend she was black, right? Ok, cool, just checking.

12:03 - She is singing a ballad, does anyone think to themselves "Man, I really hope this over produced pop star who was R&B and then turned into a huge "rocker" once she started f'in a Motocross rider sings a ballad?" No.

12:05 - She starts flying above the crowd at the end of the song and I'm so impressed. She also takes off her shawl to reveal a flesh colored body suit that reveals a body like a man!

12:06 - They dip her in water and I'm trying to think if she is the last female in the audience tonight I'd want to see all wet in a body suit......thinking...thinking...yep! (Note: this would not be true if Susan Boyle was in the audience.)

12:07 - Two country stars I don't care about are the next presenters for best new artist. Zac Brown Band, Keri Hilson, MGMT, Silversun Pickups and The Ting Tings.

12:09 - Silversun please win!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nope. Zac Brown band. Apparently it's mandatory to have beards and be at least 250 pounds in this band.

12:11 - Miley Cyrus and her half lisp to present the Black Eyed Peas award for most awful group. Oh...what's that? It's just a performance, that award doesnt exist yet? YET.

12:13 - I've never even heard this song, but apparently they just bleeped about 7 seconds of audio. MANNNNNNN they are cutting edge. The good news is Will.I.Am is wearing a prosthetic faceshield like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky (my 2nd favorite movie). This alone will not salvage this performance.

12:14 - A lot of performances have backup dancers with weird costumes this year...feels really familiar...But I'm sure pop stars wouldn't rip anything off ...right?

12:15 - BEP rips into their "hit" single "I got a feeling" which has been voted the worst song of all time, mainly because it prominently features "Mazel Tov" rhyming with "off." Also, they list days of the week. Srsly?

12:18 - Jonas Brothers (who were best new artist last year, and have already broken up) to present a country artist Lady Antebellum. Warning: not gonna be able to sit through this.

12:19 - They start off playing behind a drape and it falls on the female lead singer. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Someone just got murdered in the Staples Center.

12:20 FF. More CBS stars to promote something and to present best comedy album. Spinal Tap, Stephen Colbert, Weird Al, Patton Oswalt, Kathy Griffin, George Lopez.

12:21 - Guarantee a Stephen Colbert win here. BOOM. Lock it in I'm 2/3. I love him, but it's just too easy, he's a critical darling.

12:22 - He thanks Jesus and then they try to play him off stage. BOOOOOOOO.

12:23 - Ringo Starr and Norah Jones (who cut her hair so that she looks ummm....cute?) to present Record of the Year...not sure how this is different than song of the year. Black Eyed Peas, Beyonce, Kings of Leon, Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift.

12:25 - Taylor Swift, I will guess. Kings of Leon. GD. I hated this band when they basically used to be a southern rock cover band, then I liked this song, then they played this about 300 times in a row on radio and I stopped liking it. But good for them I guess.

12:26 - Robert Downey Jr to present an...Opera performance...which is weird until Jamie Foxx starts auto tuning his way to stardom. Really ....? Someone asked Jamie Foxx to perform, but not to do comedy?

12:28 - Interesting note: Jamie Foxx has both a headset microphone and a handheld microphone....Seems over the top, but maybe one is for auto tuning.

12:29 - T-Pain (who's been hiding on stage the whole time!!!) comes out and also starts auto tuning himself to death. Now this all makes sense. At this point I kind of expect Andy Samberg to come out, it's the only thing that would salvage this mess.

12:30 - Instead they are joined by a beat boxer that looks like a 300 pound version of Doug E Fresh.

12:31 - Slash comes out ..? I'm so confused. To recap, on stage right now: Jamie Foxx, T Pain, a fat Doug E Fresh, an even fatter random black lady just dancing and Slash...Yeah...

12:32 - Justin Bieber and Ke$ha present together as the "most likely to be a flash in the pan" duo. I hate Justin Bieber so much, I really hope that a cougar has already had her way with him.

12:34 - Katy Perry and Alice Cooper to present best Rock album (Nickelback in all five nominee spots, I assume.) Actual noms are: Green Day, AC/DC, Steve Miller live, Dave Matthews and U2.

12:35 I'll guess U2. But of course it's fucking Green Day, they write a goddamn fucking rock op....oh wait, I did this rant already? Grammy voters can burn in hell.

12:36 More CBS stars!!!!! Chris O'Donnell (who should only be known as Robin) to introduce that stupid Zac Brown Band. They are described as country meets jam band and I think my head just exploded.

12:38 FF. Ryan Seacrest (who apparently is required to be at any sort of music industry event, even though his only contribution is hosting top 40 radio, which can be argued is the antithesis of music, just saying) to present Taylor Swift.

12:39 - I guess this somehow slipped into the country portion of the evening, but I'll watch her because she has enough makeup on to kill the baboons they test it on.

12:40 - Yikes her voice is a little off tonight so she stops singing and hands the mic off to Stevie Nicks to sing some old Fleetwood Mac song. Oh man I love 1973 (and more accurately, I love watching 55 year old rock stars trying to re-ignite their glory days). Note: Stevie Nicks is in an all black outfit and is definitely wearing shoulder pads and gloves (so people don't see her old lady hands.)

12:42 - Taylor Swift still not singing well, I wonder if that damn werewolf took her vocal chords. This is why I'm on team Edward.

12:44 - She continues butchering the term "melody" by singing a countrified version of her hit song "You Belong With Me." While this is going on I'll take the time to let everyone know that thanks to WFMY (the local CBS affiliate) running weather updates in the bottom third of the screen CONSTANTLY, my lovely HD image is squished and I might explode.

12:45 - Lionel Ritchie says "Michael Jackson" and I immediately pass out. Wake me up when people start realizing MJ hasn't been relevant in 19 years.

12:47 - Celine Dion, Usher, Carrie Underwood, Smokey Robinson to sing with a dead MJ about the world. This is also presented in 3D, except I dont have my glasses because my ex girlfriend made me throw them out claiming I would never use them again (after seeing My Bloody Valentine in 3D). Maybe we broke up knowing this would happen in the future.

12:49 - So watching this in 3D with no glasses is giving me a headache and not even Carrie Underwood's beauty is making this bearable.

12:50 - Oh here is Smokey (speaking of someone who hasn't been relevant in yeeeears)! He always looks like he has been prepared to go on stage at a funeral home.

12:52 - There is absolutely no reason this needs to be in 3D, unless of course you NEED to see Usher on his knees in your living room. Ladies from 1998, I'm looking at you!

12:53 - Crowd shot, Andy Samberg is in the building. It's BS he didnt go on stage during that Jamie Foxx trainwreck. Also, how was he not nominated for best comedy album.

12:54 - Michael Jackson's kids are....totally...white?

12:56 - Sheryl Crow to present Bon Jovi. Come on homely looking keyboard player!

12:58 - They play their new single, even though fans were allowed to vote on which song they wanted them to play...So you are telling me their fans who are mostly women who grew up in Jersey in 1984, didn't want to hear Livin on a Prayer? Yeahhhhhhhh, not buying it. This goes to show fan voting means nothing.

12:59 - 3 shots so far of the keyboard player and I think I've seen 4 keyboards. YES!!!!!!!!

1:00 - There is enough leather being worn on stage right now, that I'm positive at least 7 cows were killed.

1:02 - My bad apparently they ARE playing living on a prayer (called it). But does anyone want to see them play two entire songs....? Kill me.

1:03 - A long distance shot of the keyboard player; his long blond curls stick out from a mile away. Also of note, apparently Bon Jovi does not have a bass player.

1:04 - Luckily, they play one verse and one chorus and that's it. If I were a guido, I'd be pretty pissed about this.

1:05 - Mos Def and Placido Domingo (weird combo) present Rap/Sung Collaboration. Beyonce & Kanye, Keri Hilson & Kanye, JayZ Rihanna and Kanye, TI and JT, and the Lonely Island and T-Pain. If I were a betting man ( I am) I'd bet that a song featuring Kanye will win, but I'm gonna hold out hope for the Lonely Island.

1:07 - Winner is....Jay-Z, Rihanna and Kanye (I just won $1000!). This song is my least favorite of all the nominees because it's annoying as hell (although that is mostly just Rihanna nasally whining through the entire thing). Apparently Kanye isn't here, which just blows my mind. Doesn't he live on attention?

1:09 - Wyclef Jean (who rumor has it has been stealing money from his Haiti charity) presents Mary J Blige...uhhh sensitive subject here so I'll just fast forward.

1:10 - It's time for the annual nerdy white president of the RIAA to come out and pretend anybody cares about him. He tells us that Neil Young is the person of the year because he made a couple really good drug induced records in 1964. Old musicians are so relevant!

1:14 - After 4 minutes of rambling, this man starts lecturing about illegal downloading, perhaps you should've given this speech in 2001 and maybe not jacked CDs to $20, when they cost less than $.05/each to make.

1:15 - Adam Sandler comes on stage for no reason in particular to introduce Dave Matthews Band. I can't wait to see Dave Matthews do his patented little foot jig.

1:17 - Midway through the song a stage of string players are rolled in and half of them are Asian, Dave Matthews, breaking stereotypes!

1:18 - I'm pretty sure Ruben Studdard of American Idol fame is now on stage singing backup, but not being featured. Like...his role in life has just been reduced to singing back up with a bunch of other random folks.

1:20 - Holy shit! Ricky Martin returns to his home at the Grammy's! I feel like he should probably win every grammy ever, they should just nominate "She Bangs" for every category every year.

1:21 - He presents best female vocals and Beyonce wins (shock!). I'm pretty sure this is only like...the 5th award tonight and we are coming up on 3 hours. I'm not complaining, it's just weird, cause its an award show, ya know?

1:23 - Another CBS star to promote something, this time it happens to be LL Cool J the "actor." He introduces Maxwell, who I only remember because I think he had some crazy hair back in the day. The first 2 minutes of this soul performance screams FF. So, I oblige.

1:25 - While fast forwarding, I see some lady joins him on stage, it got even more soulful. That's all you need to now. Now they are going through the list of musicians that died in 2009. How much are you willing to bet that the last person they show is Michael Jackson. $1 Trillion? Maybe we can get the US government to make this bet with China and get us out of national debt?

1:27 - Shit, they ended it with Les Paul...did I somehow miss Michael Jackson...WTF...Hold on I need to recover.

1:28 - While I'm cleaning up the blood my head just produced on the wall from this epic fail, Jeff Beck performs. Uh...he's...cool? He doesnt sing but he sure knows how to rub a glass bottle against guitar strings!

1:29 - Quinton Tarentino comes out as fat Elvis from 1976 and is apparently nominated for something...God knows what. He introduces Drake, Lil Wayne, Eminem and Travis Barker. Holy shit, a moment I'm actually excited for. (Although I must admit a lot of facebook statuses hyped this up before I had a chance to watch, let's hope it doesnt disappoint.)

1:31 - They literally just bleeped Lil Wayne for 5 seconds, came back for 1 second, then bleeped another 2. As I typed that, he was bleeped twice more.

1:32 - Here comes Eminem, the least exciting factor of this performance. I feel like he is trying to be a "serious" rapper now, but the fact that his first 4 years were filled with nothing but jokey type songs aimed at white kids, kind of hurts that street cred. Maybe he needs to film 8 mile 2.

1:33 - Drake comes out and starts singing the song thats on the soundtrack to the Lebron James movie, the only problem is that he isnt singing on time with the vocal track. By the way, we are up to 9 bleeps of 2 seconds or more.

1:35 - Taylor Swift is rocking hard in the front row, pretty sure Lil Wayne is gonna sleep with her by the end of the night, unless of course he passes out from Robotrippin'. Also, isn't he supposed to be in jail by now?

1:37 - Performance ends on a bleep....Well, I think this would've been good without all the bleeps. All the hype on facebook was a little much though. Also, no Kanye on this track, still? I feel like he's playing a huge joke on all of us, and he's just gonna jump out during the album of the year presentation.

1:38 - Album of the Year - Presented by Santana and John Legend. Gaga, Beyonce, Dave Matthews, Taylor Swift and someone else I didn't catch. Taylor Swift wins. My hopes of Kanye hopping up on stage are still real. COME ON!

1:39 - This is a shame, considering she had the worst vocal performance of the night. I also enjoy that 4 50 year old white men jump up on stage with her...Are we sure she wrote these songs, because these old guys definitely fit the profile of ghost song writers.

1:40 - John Legend closes the grammy's out by saying see you next year.

A disappointing night (but the Grammy's always are, so maybe this makes it ordinary?). We had a lot of bleeps, at least 3 performances with backup dancers dressed in weird robot like outfits and Taylor Swift and Beyonce winning everything.

In case you were wondering I had at least 12 Dinosaur Chicken Nuggets and 3/4 of a 1/2 gallon of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, which I have voted as most impressive peformance of the night.

Friday, January 29, 2010

We're You Aware of It?

Sometimes when you don't take any sort of real math class for about 7 years, you forget how to do simple math. I chose to take statistics in college (not a real math) and thus I haven't really done math since..oh...Pre-Calc in high school.

Why is this relevant, and what do you need to be aware of? Well, I'm studying for the GRE's so I can go to graduate school and pretend like my horrible life decisions (indentured servitude) were just a quick 3 years where I was adventurous and fancy free (Maybe I can just forget these 3 years happened and fill in the blanks with memories of how I spent 3 years backpacking europe, trying different methamphetamines, and running away from foreigners who hate americans and try to sell them and their parts on the black market. Basically the plot of Hostel..I'd be so cultured and limbless!)

So, while studying for the GRE's, I realized that I don't remember how to do math. PERIOD. Fractions? No. Exponentials...Huh? And of course everything gets harder from there. It turns out, I'm mathematically illiterate.

WE'RE YOU AWARE OF IT?

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

What I Learned In College #1

This is a new segment called "What I Learned in College," where I pretend that I learned something so my parents don't jump off a cliff after spending $120,000.

Lesson #1

The Cuddle-Buddy

No matter how enticing and adorable this name sounds, if you are declared a cuddle buddy, run in the opposite direction like someone just asked you to watch American Pie 11: Pie's Revenge (this is where a vengeful set of pies decided to start fucking humans. The good news? Jason Biggs will be returning to the franchise. The bad news? You'll want to die by the end of the opening credits.)

I once fell into this trap. After a few hookups (2 or 3, I'm not really sure I was too high on emo at the time, so memory vs. reality might be skewed to my advantage) the girl in question declared me her cuddle buddy, to my face. Let's break down the term:

Cuddle - I thought this is great, if I'm laying in bed cuddling (ie massive amounts of body touching) this girl, there is an obvious next step and it involves genitals.

Buddy - Not only do I get to cuddle her, but she likes me as a person and since I also like her as a person this is good.

Now, a literalist would put these together and go, wow a girl that likes me as a person and is attracted enough to me to hook up with me AND let me touch her on the reg? It's only a matter of time before marriage...RIGHT?

Well, it turns out that the Cuddle Buddy lives in the friend zone, only he is unaware of this because he still has the breakdown (see above) in his mind about what a cuddle buddy is.

The lesson? If you are a cuddle buddy for more than a month and it has not progressed to at least HBO softcore porn level action, you need to get out. Otherwise you'll become an emotional trainwreck, sink to a Jason Biggs' level depression, and end up watching American Pie 11 night after night just waiting for the scene where the pies get naked.

Monday, January 25, 2010

The Time I Met Up With My Ex Girlfriend

Recently I went home to New Jersey as is the usual Christmas tradition and by some stroke of luck had reconnected in the preceding weeks with my girlfriend from high school. (In the grand scheme of life, girls that you dated solely in high school don't really count as a girlfriends because high school is a time for drama that can only be rivaled by things on Gossip Girl....except, significantly less rich). So really, I titled this blog only so that you (the reader) would know that in the past I had made out with this girl on numerous occasions and (presumably) she wanted to make out with me in that same time span.

We decided we were going to hang out at a local emo show (just like high school!) and we even got everyone who used to hang out with us at shows, to come to. Then it snowed, and it snowed a lot. So the show was cancelled and me, the bandmates and Derril proceeded to risk life and limb and pilot a behemoth of an old people car down an icy highway at speeds approaching 25 MPH, just so that we could buy an extra XBox controller (or more accurately, make Derril buy an extra) and play Call of Duty literally all night long.

The Target was open (somehow this was the only store actually open at 10 PM during a snow storm) and it was empty and wonderful. There WERE some other sick customers in the show doing their Christmas shopping (and who can blame them, no one else around to steal the last Tickle Me Elmo), but the store was ours. We got the controller, loaded up on snacks (Derril got beef jerky, because he "likes to feel the taste of flesh in his mouth," while murdering people.) and proceeded to play until our eyes bleed.

Which brings us back to hanging out with the ex. We tried to make plans for lunch at some point during the week, but the first day she worked late (while I sat at my Parent's house watching Glee reruns, because that's the only thing my mom Tivos). The second day I decided against waking up at an insane hour (5 am) to drive my mom to work, so I could have the car during the day. So I just slept in (I was out till 2:30 and so full of Dunkin Donuts' vanilla chai, the house could've been on fire and I would've stayed in bed). Later on that same day, when it seemed like it wouldn't work out she asked about the next day for lunch and I said ok. She then asked if I was buying (and as a desperate, lonely man, I went...oh??) and said yes, when my response should have been "are you putting out?" (Great line, eh eh? I could write for 2 and 1/2 Men (which would allow me to kill Charlie Sheen.))

Her reason for having me pay was because she spent too much on drinking (warning sign number 1). Anyway, after agreeing, I remember that I was poor and said no. She told me she'd be at a bar that night (...wait a second...) and when I researched said bar, I realized a band I liked was playing. So I decided to go, she told me she'd be there around 10.

The punctual person I am, I always show up first and have to wait around so I decide to text before I leave and she tells me she'd be there shortly. I show up at 10:30. No one is there. So here I am at a bar in New Brunswick, NJ alone, 2 days before Christmas while everyone is partying with a strangely skinny Santa. And, to top it off, I'm pretty sure everyone in the place knows each other.

11:30 she finally gets there and these are the first two things that happen almost immediately:

1) Her friend (a guy who probably spends his summers at the Jersey Shore - believe me I watched every Jersey Shore episode looking for him...no luck) pulls out a joint in the middle of the bar and starts waving it around like he's the coolest guy on the planet because he has a joint. IN A BAR. BAM. (My mind was blown.)
2) She explains to me why she doesn't drive drunk. Which is good, don't get me wrong, I'm glad she isn't drunk driving, but it's one of those things where you dont need to explain WHY you dont do it. You just dont. (For example, I don't explain to you WHY I dont murder people, I just dont. Because normal people dont murder people.) If you have to explain why you don't do these things...maybe you have a problem (whether you are a drunk or a serial killer).

It was at this point that I was very glad I didn't pay for any meal of any kind for her, but we had a good time hanging out the rest of the night. While watching the show, some people next to us decided that they would replace their friends with us and so we pretended to be greasy Italians for the next 25 minutes. While all this was going on a fellow approached me and asked if she was my girlfriend to which I said no (although I felt like I should've been able to say "BUT SHE WAS", because she's much hotter now than she was then and maybe this fellow would give me a fist bump, not knowing "WAS" was 7 years ago.) and before I could finish the word, his hand was pulling her towards him, I dont remember much about him other than I'm pretty sure he petted her hair at one point.

I decided to leave shortly after to go visit my friend Horse who was at a party a few blocks away. When I get to this party it was a cramped 1 bedroom apartment and "sausage fest" doesn't begin to describe the party goers. There was 1 female and it was Horse's ex girlfriend (who was much much hotter than I remember, and while I was loudly describing her hotness, she walked in the room, of course) and she was gone within 3 minutes of our arrival.

That left about 16 guys in this apartment about 10 in the living room and 5 (including me and Horse) in the bedroom. I'm not lying when I say that in 8 minutes EVERYONE was in the bedroom and made it extremely uncomfortable, as everyone but me started passing the ole pipe around and an extremely flamboyant young gentlemen started doing lines of something in the corner (there was speculation that it was adderall or ritalin, but I'm hoping for cocaine). I'll always remember the first time I saw someone snort what might have been cocaine. It's like all my dreams came true right in front of me.

The night ended with me dropping off Horse at another party and heading back to my parents house at 3 am. I must say, coming home at 3 am, no matter what you've been doing is a lift to the spirit, it makes you feel like you were out and about and have a life, even if that life is watching guidos hit on your ex girlfriend.

It was a night I could never fugedabout.


Sunday, January 24, 2010

Short Stories With Tragic Endings #7

As is the usual custom for this blog, I like to take long stretches of time off to ease the old fingers and give you (the readers) a chance to recuperate from how hard I assume your sides are hurting (from the laughter). So let's move on and pretend that I've been writing here on a normal basis. This little segment, is a short story that has a tragic ending.

Around Christmas time, I was doing Holiday shopping at THE local walmart (or as my next door neighbors call it "heaven"). I park as far away from the store as possible to a) avoid traffic that occurs near the front of the store where cars stop for the slow SLOW SLOW people that drift out of walmart like their is a magnetic field around it and b) because of part a, again.

As I'm walking, I hear the traditional clang of the bell. It's Christmas time! Santa is begging for money!!!!! Hooray!!! As I approached the Salvation Army Santa, I noticed that Santa had transformed to a 85 pound black woman with ....let's just say a "candy" problem. I'm about to enter the store and I realize that she has left her post to go inside. I meet her inside where she is barely containing a newport light from falling out of her mouth and screaming (no joke, full on yelling) at customers about where her "goddamn lighter is."

I do my Christmas shopping (which, curiously, only includes food on my grocery list) and exit the store in a timely manner. As I'm leaving "Candy" santa decides to actually do some work and is singing "Christmas Time."

Oh, you aren't familiar with that song? It goes like this:

CHRISTMAS TIME
CHRISTMAS TIME
CHRISTMAS TIME

Got it? Now, sing those words to the tune of Jingle Bells. OVER AND OVER.


I'm pretty sure she probably broke open the salvation army pot of change to buy some more cocai...candy...That's right kids, Santa just needs her precious precious nose candy.

Short Story, Tragic Ending.

NOTE: If that ending isn't tragic enough for you read on:

Santa died from a cocaine overdose and was found with nothing but Adam Lambert CDs in her purse.