Giants Win The SUPERBOWL!!! (almost a month ago…)

 

Sorry to be late on this, but the NY GIANTS WON THE FREAKING SUPERBOWL!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

-THEY BEAT THE PATS TO DO IT! HOLY SHIT AGAIN! Now New England can eat our ass for ruining their chances at history! Is there anything more poetic? Of all the cities to end this story, it’s New York, New York! How cruel for them. How great for us.
-The season started with the NY Jets (my preferred team, but NY is still my city) calling out the Pats for cheating, but getting blown out anyway. Then the story comes full circle 5 months later…right back to NY.

-My Boss went to the game. He said he stayed in the best worst seat in the place. What would that be? The very, very last row, at the 50 yard line (well, more like 47 he said). Is that really the ‘best worst seat’? What about halfway up, right behind the goalpost?

-The Pats were selling copies of “19-0: The Historic Championship Season of the Unbeatable Patriots” on Amazon. But they’ve taken it down. Be sure to check out the commemorative SI book on the Pats championship season, which you can still buy though (Brady’s superhero look is quite inspiring). It reminds you that in some alternative universe, the Pats won, Gore was president, and arthropods never existed.

-I’ve been trying to find the Giants song from their 1987 Superbowl win that was played on wplj 95.5fm. It’s an awesome song about how they were ‘going to Pasedena to have some fun/they won the Superbowl 21/the Giants are number 1′.  Does anyone have this song or know about it?  Or know where I can get it?

Does anyone know anything about a Sulfur Bath? Someone I know wanted me to take a Sulfur Bath to help me with my itching. But I heard they smell like farts. And that it lasts a few days (the smell that is), though supposedly you feel pretty good afterwards. I’m not too keen on bathing in my toilet so I can’t see how something smells like ass but makes you feel good. (Maybe this is what dogs smelling other dogs asses is about…’Is that sulfur I smell up there?’)

SPORTS!!!!

Clapton! Winwood! Sick on the toilet! And Jeff joins the show too! (sorta)

 

Last night, in a power move, me, my immediate boss and my boss boss saw the Ayatollahs of rock play guitar…that is Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton at the Garden. The show was unbelievable. We did it all last minute adding to the excitement, and had great seats. This morning I couldn’t get ‘Tell The Truth’ out of my head. The raw emotion of Blind Faith could be heard throughout and Clapton’s seemingly unaffected by a look of effort and it is more than something to witness –I mean, I’m psyched I’ve gotten to see that in my life. He does alot more than just dance on the guitar, it’s like the guitar is playing his fingers! It’s that awesome!

Every song was good (from what I remember), though I missed the last half hour, which I’m upset about now, but it was unavoidable. Winwood sounded great and looked good with an aqua blue guitar. More importantly, he wasn’t drowned out or overshadowed by Clapton. It was like when Jordan used to make all the players around him better because he was so good. Clapton is unreal, unreal, unreal. Really! He’s that good. But it takes such talent to do that as well.

Now to the second part…well, I’ll let Jeff tell that part. He was at the show too. But apparently I was so wasted I couldn’t contact him (I was unable to text). The following is from an email he sent to me at work.

Never have I seen adam so wrecked that I could not move him to his room on a tuesday….the year of adam! Too bad you werent coherent enough to text me that we could have hung a bit at the show, i had a buzz going, it was one of the best i’ve seen in a while. you have to love the garden filled with people young and mostly old going nuts (some real yahoos too, wow), my father loved it so much. it was like a classic rock cover band playing everything except instead of some shmuck, it was the real deal, clapton is the best alive and jamming effotlessly and winwood has really kept up, he’s so underrated, great voice and B-3 player, awesome stuff, i hope you can remember some, i’ll jog your memory at least of where you were during the 15 minute voodoo chile.

I was drunk at the show. Yes. I knew it when I was carrying a beer back to my seat and couldn’t stop spilling it. My brain said hold the fucking beer still, man! But it wouldn’t stop spilling. Like in Jurassic Park when the water shakes…just a sign of things to come.

I’d had a few whiskeys with my bosses beforehand, which had led to us talking about the concert. I was already really drunk when I walked in. Later on I was spilling the beers and leaning against the concrete walls of the arena. I missed the end of the show cause I was in the bathroom (not because I was sick -I just blacked out. Though I’m not sure what’s worse.) They carried me home.  They propped me on the couch with the dishtowel. Which is where Jeff found me. I woke up the next day in my bed, thanking the lord I was alive (Jeff and my bosses too). I did not remember a thing.

It will be a great day when I look back and laugh at this. But it’s not gonna be for a while. They’re giving me shit at work, but what can you do. It’s in good fun and I’m pretty sure my bosses had a great time. Hopefully they won’t be scared to take me out again though I know every time they do what will be mentioned. For now I’ll have to live with it.

Setlist…

Tuesday 26 February, 2008

01. Had To Cry Today
02. Low Down
03. Forever Man
04. Them Changes
05. Sleeping In The Ground
06. Presence Of The Lord
07. Glad / Well Alright
08. Double Trouble
09. Pearly Queen
10. Tell The Truth
11. No Face
12. After Midnight
13. Split Decision
14. Ramblin On My Mind (EC solo acoustic)
15. Georgia On My Mind (SW solo hammond)
16. Little Wing
17. Voodoo Chile
18. Can’t Find My Way Home
19. Cocaine

Encore:
20. Dear Mr Fantasy

 

Here’s a write up from the Post….

http://www.nypost.com/seven/02272008/entertainment/music/keeping_the_faith_99452.htm

A final note: Jeff is a great writer. Inspired and informed. I’ve been trying to get him to write on the site for a long time, but to no avail. This was the best I could do for now. Hopefully he’ll continue. Any words of inspiration or fanaticisms or maybe you just like him…anything you think might help him get on board the abzme gravy train (and by ‘gravy’ I mean dirt water), please post in the comments.

Bugwatch ‘08 (Day 64)

Jeff caught a mosquito in the apartment yesterday. He thinks its all mosquitoes! But I swear these bites have been too frequent and too itchy to be just “mosquitoes.”  I’ve had mosquito bites before.

I’m placing odds on bugs starting with the mosquitoes being 5-1.

Meanwhile, I slept here last night and I don’t think I was bit.  But I do have a headache…

The Sweat…The Itch…

…And so it continues. Two weeks after lab tests confirmed I’ve been getting bitten by an Arthropod. A week and a half after the exterminator told me the apartment is clear of any sights of bed bugs, though I do have Carpet Beetle Larvae (but they don’t bite!) A week after staying at my sisters pad, washing every item of clothing I have (and at the same time having my bites start to go away). Four days after my landlord said that he’s gotten the exterminator so what else is he supposed to do? (though it could be worse, the girls next door have mice and an awful leak in their bathroom.) And one day after talking with my friend who had bed-bugs in college and told me what I have doesn’t look like bed-bug bites and that they leave a musky odor due to their feedings and that they leave drops of blood and shit (literally shit) on your sheets as they scurry under the mattress…And so here I am staying at my apartment after a night of drinking, in a room sterilized, and I’ve only got one more pair of clean underwear because the rest is in quarantine (and I have no t-shirts left either).

I wake up scratching my ass…But I wake up every day and scratch my ass…

No.

I’m scratching the only way I know how to scratch now. And gosh, my ass itches this morning.

I’m not going to ask Jeff to check out my ass and tell me what he sees. (Not today at least) I’m running low on options, but right now, this is what I’ve got:

-Call up the landlord again. Have him look at my ass. Then get the exterminators in here again to put monitors down for any bugs that might be around. If they want to look at my ass too, they’re more than welcome.

-Continue to remove items from my room until it’s just me sleeping naked on the hard, wooden floor. See if I get bit then.

-Get renters insurance and then burn my apartment building down. (they did something similiar to this in Alien3, I think).

Any and all suggestions are welcome…

[Bugwatch '08 (day 61)]

How To Wash A Bra

I found this on the internet while not even looking for it!  Is this not the greatest time to be alive or what?!

How To Wash A Bra…

The Bi-Ri-Sci-Guy-A-Thon

 

While trying to forget my scratching, my bruised lip, and my shoes with holes in them, I unintentionally pulled off an interesting feat yesterday that I’ve had yet to do since living in the city…the Bi-River Marathon (or the tri-city biatholon, or the Old Spice High Endurance New York Challenge, or the…well, who cares).

Had a great start in Hoboken, at a place called the 4 L’s seeing two of my four brothers from other mothers (good time!) and talking about what Blazeen’s date will look like at the upcoming wedding we have (Will she arrive naked?  Will she speak English?).  We were there for my friend Kristin’s birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTIN!) and just general drinking.  The 4 L’s was a pretty good spot with nice looking bartenders and one of the most wicked flat screen tv’s I have EVER seen!  This thing had to be 60″ and it was a real beauty (I am more excited over the tv than the girls, but who cares.  That tv was *hot*!) 

I drunkenly left, and with my Cousin Jana (Yo Yo’s very own sista) headed back to the city on the PATH (I had to hold the train doors for Jana cause she didn’t want to run in heels (c’mon Jana! I don’t want to be stuck in Jersey!)), but as things go in Hoboken, the night was still young enough and in a power move I  headed toward BKLYN on the L.  (I’ll admit now that on my walk on 14th from 6th ave to Union Square (couldn’t connect straight through due to construction) I stopped into Taco Bell (I’m sorry everyone (though it did hit the spot )). 

I met my friends at a party in a very cool apartment on the south side of Williamsburgh and after a little while there, we headed to the Radegast Hall & Biergaten (aka Biergarten), which is an awesome place that sells German beers by the pitcher and serves ’em in big, heavy mugs!  If I wasn’t already so drunk, I’d've probably appreciated the beer more, but the place is fantastic, with chandeliers, long wooden tables with benches, and a pretty cool crowd.  If nothing else, Brooklyn and Hoboken have space, which as a Manhattanite can make a night for you.  But this place had character and good times as well.  The dutch have a word, Gezellig, that’s impossible to define it seems, but if I could, I’d use that to describe last night. 

 And to top off a good night, we got Mike “Sci-Guy” C. to drive four people home on his way back to Fort Lee!  Four people!  Amazing!  Great job Mike! 

And if that wasn’t enough, I got Rebecca Starr’s number last night.  (Only her number?!?)