Monthly Archives: February 2008

One Scotch, One Bourbon, One Beer

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It’s back to work for me and millions of other people today. It wasn’t so bad. Last night was a definite chill out time, came back from seeing Cloverfield, and I finished reading the days papers. Almost done with the latest New Yorker so I might be up to date next week when the new issue comes in. The tooth still acting up a bit, not haywire like it was Saturday night but I took precautions. Bill had a bottle of whiskey, Canadian Mist that has been on the shelf since we moved here, and I decided to numb out the tooth with a shot or two. It certainly did the trick, took the edge off my mouth.

I settled in for the night, watching the Grammy’s which is something I hadn’t done in years. Just because the music I generally listen to doesn’t make the cut. But being it was the 50th broadcast I thought something might be happening. Kanye West was amazing with his Daft Punk single, Stronger, was just really good, almost as good as Ricky Martin when he blew the roof off. Not that I’m a fan of Ricky Martin’s music, but he sure is easy on the eyes. He’s also the second musician that I had an erotic dream about. The first was Ruben Blades years and years ago. Kayne West also did a number about his mother. It was written before she passed away a few months ago but it was touching nonetheless.

The Wire came on at 9:00 and I switched over while recording the rest of the awards program. The Wire was once again, intense. Just waiting for it all to come down. Marlo should be getting his, but since this show is relatively true to life, Marlo might get away with it all. Omar, after jumping four or five flights to the ground wound up hiding in the same building in the janitor’s room with a busted ankle. And McNulty kept getting drunk while the reporter kept making up stories though the noose is tightening on his neck with each keystroke. After that hour long trip to the depths of Baltimore, I switched back to the Grammy’s.

I did catch earlier, The Time who were great, playing with Rhianna who sang Umbrella, her big hit single from last year. And Amy Winehouse was very good via satellite from London. I went to bed after watching Herbie Hancock win his Album of the Year, River: The Joni Letters which are his interpretations of Joni Mitchell’s songs. I guess. Fell fast asleep, thanks to the one Advil PM and slept quite soundly. I woke up around 6:30 which is a half hour later than I should. I was in the middle of a dream where I was being chased around a beer hall/refugee camp by none other than Siouxsie from Siouxsie and the Banshees. Normally I’d probably stop and chat but she was pissed off at me for some reason and every time I would close a door on her she would blow the door down with her singing. I woke up groggy and tried to get back to the dream after texting Linda the receptionist that I was going to be late.

Plus it was 10 degrees outside and I couldn’t deal with that right away. No more Siouxsie dream as I lay there trying to get back to the beer hall. I got out of bed fifteen minutes later and that’s when the day began for me. I told Bill about what was going on with my tooth and how I opened the bottle of Canadian Mist whiskey, all covered in greasy dust. Even through an online chat I knew something was wrong and there was. It turned out Bill was saving that bottle for a special occasion. I wondered what kind of special occasion would it take for someone who rarely drinks, his limit is usually one pint of Guinness, to open a bottle of whiskey?

I asked why the bottle was for such a special occasion and he said that some guy he was trying to date/get laid/whatever gave it to him at a Hope and Remembrance gathering and that’s when he wanted decided to save the Canadian Mist for a rainy day. He’s still upset and trying to forget it. There is still more than 2/3 left and I lit a candle, pouring wax over the top of it so he could reopen and break the new seal should he ever cross paths with the enabler of Hope and Remembrance.

Everybody Likes to Cha Cha Cha

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Well sure enough after I posted an oldie but goodie last night, things happen. Well nothing earth shattering or anything like that. I watched the final bits of the McCartney Years, which was alright. Just about 4 clips each from various concerts, including Macca’s appearance at the Super Bowl a few years ago. It was fine, but I was more in the mood for it the day before. And the extras weren’t as special on the first 2 dvd’s but enjoyable nonetheless. I wasn’t going anywhere last night, after running around Hoboken and Manhattan for a while.

I needed to run to my office for something I had left behind or so I thought. It was a waste of time actually since I found what I was looking for next to my computer at home. It’s certainly is a trip of sorts to walk the same route I on the weekend, that I usually walk during the work week. Different people and they’re certainly not in a rush to go anywhere. I successfully avoided them and was in and out of the city in an hour. A fast paced hour that tuckered me out.

I came home had some dinner and watched the rest of Across The Universe which was very good. Good looking cast, all singing different Beatles songs admirably. Characters named Lucy, Max, Jude, Prudence, Sadie, JoJo and Rita, you can see where that’s going though not everyone gets a song sung about them. Still it’s a good introduction to the Beatles music and Julie Taymor’s direction was great as well as the way the film looked. I would give it four stars and recommended it to just about everyone. The I Want You (She’s So Heavy) sequence was really good. You’ll have to see it for yourself.

I lent my Netflix copy to Chaz after coming back from seeing Cloverfield this afternoon. I’ve been following the hype since last summer and I have to say it was merely hype. It was an enjoyable monster movie, and will probably work better on a TV screen, with all the jumpy hand held camera shots. It was nerve wracking to see the jerky motions of the camera on a big screen, too much going on. I felt the same way about Terry Gilliam’s Brazil. Didn’t ‘get’ it in the theaters, definitely ‘got’ it on video. Also the same thing with the first Lord of The Rings movie. When I saw it on cable I couldn’t believe I saw it in the theater since I could hardly remember much of it, and my mind wasn’t addled at the time, since it was also an early date with Bill and I was on my good behavior. It’s definitely a movie for teenage boys, but shouldn’t be used as a primer to get around Manhattan. Belief is suspended after seeing characters get from Spring Street to 59th street in no time at all. And a sequel is always a possibility.

Juan came over for a bit last night, we watched a documentary on NY in 1977, about hip hop and punk and Studio 54 with the blackout and Son of Sam. Then we watched Superman 2 but it was a bit much, not as much fun as I had originally thought it would be, my tooth was acting up and I was tired and Juan left around 12:30. I went to sleep only to wake up around 3:00AM with a toothache. Luckily I was able to find a home remedy online, rinsing with salt water and I was able to fall asleep comfortably. That dental appointment on Wednesday is going to be fun, I can see that now.

Talked to my sister on the phone, things are ok in Arcata. I also spoke to brother Frank as well. I had to remind him that we talked about There Will Be Blood two weeks ago. He’s slowly getting better, a bit rambling on the phone, making me hesitant to interrupt. But I had to to tell him I needed to get ready for the movies. Now I’m home, the tooth is still making it’s presence known, though subtlety. Just have to keep the salt water nearby.