MONDAY HANGOVER: THIS ONE'S FOR EVERYBODY-- EVEN THOSE STILL EATING FUNNEL CAKES
Good morning friends, and welcome, it’s a beautiful day for baseball here in the City of Champions, I’m your host, Adam, and I’ll be bringing you today’s Monday Hangover.
Did y’all like my Lanny Frattare opener? Don’t laugh, you don’t know how difficult it is to come up with a different opening line every day. Knowing it’s going totally unappreciated makes it all the harder, too. Crazy. But true.
So it’s Monday, eh? It’s also my last week of summer work, as class begins anew next Wednesday. What does that mean for the Blog? I dunno, friends, I dunno. I promise to try and update daily once school starts, just to keep your daily dose of innocent (and free!) entertainment coming. I do it for you. Remember that.
Okay, well, it was a great weekend of getting away and vegging, which is EXACTLY what this little Knipper needed. It’s no secret I’ve been in a funk since my birthday, but now it actually feels like I’m out of it. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Friday night, after a full day of work, I met with Kup, Kris, Drew, and Bill down at Kris’s parents place on Deep Creek Lake, MD. Since it was sometime after 9 when I reached there, we loaded up into Kris’s cousin(?) Joe’s Durango (avec Hemi) and headed to the HONI HONI Bar. While there, we excelled in the practice of much libation, and hit on 19-year old girls. Yes. We’ve sunk that far. But hell, I got a phone number! Not that that really means anything, but it’s a fun story for the grandkids, and some solid B.P. She was cute, though.
After Bill drank himself into a coma, and Kris’s brother Matt nearly started a fight in the bathroom, “SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!” we headed home, and cashed out for the night. Or at least, we tried, because if snoring was an Olympic event, Bill would be a 19 time Gold Medalist. He truly is an Army of One.
The next day was spent on the Lake, where we were all treated to Drew’s thong while the crew partook in jetskiing, tubing, and waterskiing. Much fun, and special thanks to K-Pizz for playing Skipper and jetting us around the water. I’ll save details for the sake of space, but let’s just say you’ve not lived till you’ve been part of a 450 lb. tube-duo, and taken some major spills on the lake.
Last night, I returned to the ‘Burgh in order to pimp myself out to my Aunt Paulette (aka: My Landlord). She had some Bryan Adams tickets and needed a date, and I, never being one to pass up free dinner/drinks, and being one who files Bryan Adams firmly under “Completely Acceptable Music That Never Hurt Anyone,” was more than game to comply. The show was actually really great, as all his biggest hits were played, (minus, unfortunately “When You Love Someone”) and a good time was had by all. Some cold brews and some Canadian 80s rock never hurt anyone, I assure you of that. I also cheaply picked up the opening act’s CD. They’re some rock band out of Dublin called “Mr. North,” and I’m enjoying the album as much as I enjoyed their set. If anyone out there in cyberspace has heard of them, feel free to chime in with opinions. (Unless your name rhymes with “Meanie” and you don’t like them.)
And FINALLY, the night ended with the Pittsburgh Stillers positively DRUBBING the Cincy Bungals at Heinz Field, something like 49-17. That takes the 2010 Steelers to 5-2 on the season, firmly in first place in the AFC North. Not that any of you care.
Well, that was that, a great weekend. On tap this week: Shan-na-na’s birthday tomorrow, and that’s about it. Nate from Yough has a party on Sat, I’ll probably head to before I check out RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK and BATMAN (1989) at the Byham (ie: real theatre) d’ahn t’ahn with, hopefully, Shannon, and anyone else who’s interested in going.
Happy Monday, ladies and germs, I might be back later, I’m feeling frisky today.
-apk
Did y’all like my Lanny Frattare opener? Don’t laugh, you don’t know how difficult it is to come up with a different opening line every day. Knowing it’s going totally unappreciated makes it all the harder, too. Crazy. But true.
So it’s Monday, eh? It’s also my last week of summer work, as class begins anew next Wednesday. What does that mean for the Blog? I dunno, friends, I dunno. I promise to try and update daily once school starts, just to keep your daily dose of innocent (and free!) entertainment coming. I do it for you. Remember that.
Okay, well, it was a great weekend of getting away and vegging, which is EXACTLY what this little Knipper needed. It’s no secret I’ve been in a funk since my birthday, but now it actually feels like I’m out of it. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Friday night, after a full day of work, I met with Kup, Kris, Drew, and Bill down at Kris’s parents place on Deep Creek Lake, MD. Since it was sometime after 9 when I reached there, we loaded up into Kris’s cousin(?) Joe’s Durango (avec Hemi) and headed to the HONI HONI Bar. While there, we excelled in the practice of much libation, and hit on 19-year old girls. Yes. We’ve sunk that far. But hell, I got a phone number! Not that that really means anything, but it’s a fun story for the grandkids, and some solid B.P. She was cute, though.
After Bill drank himself into a coma, and Kris’s brother Matt nearly started a fight in the bathroom, “SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!” we headed home, and cashed out for the night. Or at least, we tried, because if snoring was an Olympic event, Bill would be a 19 time Gold Medalist. He truly is an Army of One.
The next day was spent on the Lake, where we were all treated to Drew’s thong while the crew partook in jetskiing, tubing, and waterskiing. Much fun, and special thanks to K-Pizz for playing Skipper and jetting us around the water. I’ll save details for the sake of space, but let’s just say you’ve not lived till you’ve been part of a 450 lb. tube-duo, and taken some major spills on the lake.
Last night, I returned to the ‘Burgh in order to pimp myself out to my Aunt Paulette (aka: My Landlord). She had some Bryan Adams tickets and needed a date, and I, never being one to pass up free dinner/drinks, and being one who files Bryan Adams firmly under “Completely Acceptable Music That Never Hurt Anyone,” was more than game to comply. The show was actually really great, as all his biggest hits were played, (minus, unfortunately “When You Love Someone”) and a good time was had by all. Some cold brews and some Canadian 80s rock never hurt anyone, I assure you of that. I also cheaply picked up the opening act’s CD. They’re some rock band out of Dublin called “Mr. North,” and I’m enjoying the album as much as I enjoyed their set. If anyone out there in cyberspace has heard of them, feel free to chime in with opinions. (Unless your name rhymes with “Meanie” and you don’t like them.)
And FINALLY, the night ended with the Pittsburgh Stillers positively DRUBBING the Cincy Bungals at Heinz Field, something like 49-17. That takes the 2010 Steelers to 5-2 on the season, firmly in first place in the AFC North. Not that any of you care.
Well, that was that, a great weekend. On tap this week: Shan-na-na’s birthday tomorrow, and that’s about it. Nate from Yough has a party on Sat, I’ll probably head to before I check out RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK and BATMAN (1989) at the Byham (ie: real theatre) d’ahn t’ahn with, hopefully, Shannon, and anyone else who’s interested in going.
Happy Monday, ladies and germs, I might be back later, I’m feeling frisky today.
-apk
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