Since no one is leaving anything in the comments section, I assume because folks are really busy, and possibly not able to escape their busy schedules to give me something to write about, I'm going to reach out to 5 people and ask for topics. The 1st person is sitting in the other room on his computer, the 2nd person is in North Carolina, and gave birth to me, the 3rd is a huge reason I still have a job, the 4th is living in Seattle and no doubt doing awesome things, and the 5th is in Seattle doing married dude stuff.
1. Brian - BBQ - burgers - variations of burgers
2. Mom - my dream summer vacation
3. Maria - Something I held or hold in childlike wonder
4. ChrisCrusher - The Spelling Bee (which is amazing, because we're both watching it)
5. Nick - Missing in action. No response. He's dead to me. :)
I was going to pick one of the 5 (now 4) and write about that, but I've got some time on my hands and nothing to do, so I'm going to take a little bit from each one of these... or perhaps this will end up being way too long.
BBQ - Burgers
Waking up this morning I cleared the cobwebs, got myself a glass of water and worked on figuring out what I was going to do with myself for the day. All I could think about (and still can think about) is eating a cheeseburger. Not just meat, cheese, and bun... but some kind of awesome cheeseburger. I think because it was morning I was thinking about eating a chili cheeseburger with an over medium egg. Eggs always sound appealing to me in the morning, but I rarely eat breakfast... I just don't have time in the morning before leaving for work to bother with breakfast, and I'm not willing to sacrifice sleep for food. Ever. The burger I've got my heart set on would be a medium burger, with bleu cheese, roasted red pepper, and avocado. It sounds so good right now, and I'm pretty excited to make this dream a reality.
Thinking about burgers past, and BBQ past I've got a few memories to share, which are only going to continue to make me hungry and excited for the prospect of a late afternoon burger.
Brandon, Brian and I bought 4 pounds of bacon one night and went to Brian's parents house. We mixed up the 4 pounds of bacon with a bottle of BBQ sauce and went out to the porch to get to eating. We grilled the bacon on Brian's parents grill, and ate the entire 4 pounds between the 3 of us. That night probably took at least 1 year off of my life, but it was delicious. I remember waking up the next morning and feeling like I wasn't able to move, and that there was no shot at any kind of healthy poop.
There was a pretty amazing burger we made one evening which involved a medium burger (all burgers should be medium... none of this over cooked hockey puck crap) stuffed with cheese, a sunny side up egg, chili, onion rings, mozzerlla sticks and bacon. Brian just referred to this as the "Death Burger". I remember thinking that was probably going to be way too much to sit between a bun and be anywhere near good... but wow. That burger was nothing short of amazing, and probably also shaved somewhere near a year off of my life.
I love eating. I don't want to live in a world where eating isn't one of the best things ever. I think it's totally OK to take a little bit of time off of the end of your life in order to live a life where the delicious is key, and the consciousness of healthy can take the back seat. We'll make it up in the later days of life by eating vegetables, wheat bread, diet everything, and low sodium blah blah blah.
My Dream Summer Vacation
Well, I think my dream summer vacation, mind you this is a dream, but it's my dream and here is how it goes.
There is no airplane involved, there is no bus or train involved. There are two people, which in this dream would consist of my imaginary girlfriend and I, and a car that could get us where we needed to go. We'd leave Philadelphia and head west.
First stop? Columbus, Ohio. Brian, Mike and I took a trip to Chicago a year or 2 back and stopped in Columbus and I had the best pizza i've ever had, in my life. Which says a lot, because I'm always game for eating pizza, and I'd like to think I've eaten more than my fair share of pizza and truely believe that I know what makes good pizza. This place, Hound Dogs, had an nice thick crust pizza, with a good buttery crust, and the toppings were fresh, the amount of cheese used was just perfect, and the atmosphere was pretty amazing. The afternoon stop would be at Hound Dogs for beers and pizza, and then we would head to any of the basements in Columbus that have shows. In my dream vacation I would be able to decide who is going to play in this basement, and it would be Delay, Pretty Boy Thorson and the Falling Angels, the Dopamines, and Tim Barry.
From there, we would travel further west to Chicago. A Cubs game would be the first thing we would do. An afternoon game, in August Chicago heat with a few Old Styles, a Wrigley dog, and a Cubs victory. We would sing "Go, Cubs, Go" after the game and head out to the streets to mingle with other Cubs fans, watch the players come out, and check out all of the street performers. After the Wrigleyville festivities we would head to Lou Malnati's for deep dish Chicago pizza, but it would be take out, and not eating in. We would take that pizza to the shore of Lake Michigan, eat dinner, and fall asleep as the sun went down. Waking up the next day we would head into the city to the loop, the place with the burgers named after heavy metal bands, and then to a show to see the Copyrights and the Lawrence Arms. We would sit up late that night and discuss how wonderful the city is and how we don't look forward to making the trip back east to resume our lives and the normal day to day routines that made this vacation nothing but mandatory.
We'd decide to set up shop in Chicago. Leaving behind all that we know, but not leaving behind what we love... taking that with us, and knowing that we didn't need anything but each other to remain happy, and there was no such thing as starting over, only finding our happiness in growing old together, and living not for anything but each other. Forgetting about the hassles and headaches of the lives we shared with so many other people, and just knowing that each other is all we need. Wow. My dream kicks ass. My dream vacation involves falling in, and being in love. What a kick in the face...
Also, in my dream my imaginary girlfriend would have to love punkrock, baseball, beer, and pizza... and me.
Something I held or hold in childlike wonder
There's a few things on this list. There are things that I have held or hold very close. Music is first and foremost. There aren't any emotions that can't be felt or conveyed through a perfect song. Hope, fear, strength, love, regret, positivity, negativity, hate, lonliness, sadness... everything. It can all be felt through the perfect song, or record.
My cat. Every time I see him is like the first time I've ever laid eyes on him. He's perfect to me. His sister was also perfect to me, and I held her in the highest regard. Every time he sees something he's seen a thousand times he gets that look of amazement or realization on his face. His little memory must be capable of retaining little to no information for little to no amount of time. He remembers the simple things, and the things he does on a daily basis such as the litter box, where he sleeps, where his food and water are, and who he trusts. His sister remembered all of the same things except but her list of things she trusted was limited to very few things, and I was lucky enough to be one of those things. I miss her greatly. I truly held her in childlike wonder. I just got sad. I don't think I want to think about this anymore.
The Spelling Bee
I think the dedication these kids have to spelling is absolutely fucking amazing. It goes beyond reading books and memorizing words, how they're pronounced and how they're spelled. It goes deeply into cultural studies which I had never figured. These kids are in 8th grade! They're so much more cultured than most anyone I know. The real shitter of this whole thing, is the majority of the kids who are competing in this don't speak English as their first language. Come on! You've got to be kidding me. It really goes to show how behind, as Americans, our educational system really is. People who have come from other countries are kicking our asses at spelling words that are part of our OUR language. I'm amazed. I don't really know what else to say about the Spelling Bee, other than it's making me feel really stupid. 8th graders. Making me feel stupid. Great.
Another observation on the Spelling Bee. Holy crap. This is the most awkward group of kids ever crammed together in an auditorium. EVER. There's also 8th graders who have a better shot at growing a moustache than I do. I've been watching this thing for 3 hours now, and it's running past it's allotted TV time slot. They have to put the College Women's Softball World Series on another channel to accommodate the awesomeness that is, The Spelling Bee.
Eww... my landlord just got here, and is destined to piss me off. I can't stand him. I don't know if I've talked about this before, but I'd like to watch him get pulled apart my horses. He just informed me that having a lightbulb out in a closet is unacceptable. He can eat shit. Really? Is it the landlords duty to let us know that having a lightbulb out in a space that isn't even a room is unacceptable? Once again... eat shit, dude. Here he comes up the steps... the house, for the most part, meets his expectations for how other people should live. He can eat shit.
Bye. I'm done now. I need fun, and don't know where to find it today.
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