1) The fact that the new season of "Friends" starts tonight makes me more excited than is probably healthy, natural or normal is disturbing on a large number of levels.
2) Bachelorette parties are, if possible, even gayer than stags. Nothing says "pathetic loser resigning herself to a life time of mediocrity and infrequent, joyless sex" than a girl drinking out of a plastic cup shaped like a big cock. 'cept maybe an embarrassed looking mechanical engineer in khakis pulling a "What would my mom think?" face while he flips Loonies at a peeler's twat to a chorus of drunken hoots from his former frat buddies.
3) Tuesday's Black Halos show was precisely the kind of gig that, five years ago, would have had me hopping up and down like an excited schoolgirl who just found a pony under the Christmas tree. As it was, I just sorta stood there, drinking water and occasionally nodding.
4) Non-Tiki themed bars. Seriously, why can't more bars rock the bamboo and voodoo mask motif? Bars 'round here are either too meticulous in their artiness (ie. Halo, the Savoy) or are the esthetic equivalent of "I just rolled out of bed and through on the first thing I pulled out of the laundry basket." (hellooo New City). Sure, you don't want to drink out of a coconut every night, but it'd be nice to have the option, dig?
5) The upcoming NHL season will likely be the last for a while, unless through some miracle the league and players can get a new CBA done before next fall. That's unlikely as the players won't accept a salary cap, which is pretty much the only thing that could save the league from over-pricing, fan-alienation and increased crappiness (if such a thing is possible in today's league). Assholes.
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