Big Apple Redemption.

Sit down, order food, the meal arrives in six minutes. Eat. Take the check to the hostess, and she waves me off. "Today, it's on us," she says. "We'll see you tomorrow."
Of course you will.
Now, I'm off to smoke. I've even got a little extra time to go [...]

It’s "Sofa King" hot outside.

103 degrees right now in the ruthless Valley sun. It's only 90 in Nedrow, New York, but probably rainforest humid.
It'll be windy and colorful when I get back in a few weeks, and I can't wait.
Things always seem better wherever I'm not.

Silence. Music’s original alternative. Roots grunge.

Sometimes, you don't have to say anything at all. And to be honest with you, saying nothing at all is one of my favorite things to do.
Every day, halfway through my shift, I take my hour-long lunch break. Every day, halfway through my shift, I walk my happy ass outside to [...]

Lunch.

So, what else?

So, wait. We made it all the way home, silly drunk, and we're not going to box?
If I'd known that before, I would have made sure we got into an accident on the way home.
Fuck. I need something about which to write.

Can you take me "High Enough"?

Okay, this is getting ridiculous.
All I want to do is get home and punch the shit out of Ryan for the whole "relevance" comment, and before we get there, I'm forced to endure this barrage of eighties music that would tear down the endurance of even the most experienced and seasoned fighter.

The 80s rule.

So, Traci, who is driving us around, has a great CD full of 80's power ballads. And Ryan and I decided to sing along with that CD at the top of our lungs, with the windows down.
That's not cool. I've driven drunks around before. You want them to stay [...]

Nice mask.

"That chick on the stage, with the mask? I'd bang her. But only if she kept the mask on. It would be a weird, Jason Voorhees kind of thing."
"That's not a hockey mask," Ryan said. "You might be mixing hockey up with lacrosse."
"I'd never confuse that. Women aren't allowed to play lacrosse."
"You [...]

Dimples in Burbank. America’s first karaoke bar.

Ryan, thumbing through the songbook, is looking for a song respectable enough to make a fool of himself.
Now, Ryan's been on a bit of a "War Pigs" kick, lately. He's searched it on Limewire, and downloaded every cover version he could find.
I suggested maybe he could make a fool of himself singing "War [...]

Kaiser Permanente Emergency Room

We arrived shortly before midnight, with the intent to commit fraud by pretending than Meirav was actually Eti. We'd certainly all be in jail right now if we'd gone with that plan, but luckily, cooler heads prevailed.