a little diversion
while I try to figure out whether I go to the bar for a 1:00 AM game, stay up at home for the damn thing, or tape it and watch it in the morning.
From my buddy Sean, who's name will now be mentioned so he can take responsibility for my posting this. (Hi Sean.)
Laura's Levels of Hell
Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle I Limbo
General asshats
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind
Creationists
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
Rednecks
Circle IV Rolling Weights
George Bush
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled
River Styx
Qusay Hussein
Circle VI Buried for Eternity
River Phlegyas
Uday Hussein
Circle VII Burning Sands
Saddam Hussein
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement
Osama bin Laden
Circle IX Frozen in Ice
Design your own hell
I can't think of a witty title
'cause I'm so damn tired. Yes, the Yanks
lost last night after I dragged my butt to a sports bar to watch the game until
4:30. ugh. But it was a lot of fun and I got a good story out of it:
So, around the 105th inning (actually, prolly the 10th), a guy comes up to me in a Red Sox shirt. This immediatly puts me on edge as the crowd is decidedly more BoSox than Yanks. Plus I was talking to a cute Yankees fan at the time. Anyhoo, he is very flattering about how I look like a nice Yankees fan etc etc and tells me that Rudy Giuliani is downstairs and I should go with him and check it out. Now, what would you do if you were me and a random Red Sox fan comes straight up to you and tells you this out of nowhere? Needless to say, I don't believe him. I tell him this, he insists, and I say I still don't believe him. So he bets me my Yankees cap that it is Giuliani and tells me the owner of the bar wants the cap to get Giuliani's autograph. Well, ok, I'm gullible. Let's just get that out of the way. But here's thing, it WAS Giuliani. Sitting in a random sports bar/dance club in London watching the game. I may have lost my hat, but it was still pretty damn cool. So, I give up the hat (bummer) but totally impress the guy by doing so. He then invites me over to this side area of the bar appropriately dubbed for the evening as the Red Sox Nation. He tells everyone in there I'm the only nice Yankee fan (backhanded compliment, I know) and I hang out. This guy knows everyone in the bar, not just the owner, and introduced me to the announcer from channel 5 sports (not the dorky English one who knows nothing about baseball, the other one). Of course, I had to sit through a lot of Yankees Suck and worse and I got hit in the head twice when everyone was jumping up and down while I'm trying to be as small as possible, but it was a lot of fun and very cool to be invited over. The owner, Nick, gave me four bottles of beer, but I was too tired to drink, so I donated three to the RSN girls. They asked me to join them tonight if I go, which I won't, but that's still neat. And yes, I gave him my number, so y'all can quite asking me when I'm going to start dating British guys and whether I've met any nice ones. And that's all the details you're getting. :)
Oh, and one more OT. This was fun: Which author's fiction are you? I'm by Dorothy Parker (appropriate, no?).
Dorothy Parker writes you, you wonderfully urbane,
witty boozehound, you.
Which Author's Fiction are You? brought to you by
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go on, daddio; go, mo; go, yanks!
Dude, what's better than Mo kicking Boston butt? Me getting to see some! Yes, Channel 5 carried
the game last night, so I got to tape it and see it this morning. Got up at 6:00 to make sure I had time before work and then inevitable spoilers from the US news. Sure, it wasn't as epic as Tuesday's game, but at least I got to see that pretty fastball.
But wait! It gets better! I found
a bar that carries the games!!! Do you understand how awesome this is? Keep in mind that the games start at 1:00 AM, people. It'll be on after they're allowed to serve liquor, after every other pub has to close. So, I'm battling UK TV that won't show it and bars that don't want to get the license or pay for the feed for a limited market. Now I don't have to sit by myself muttering about the announcers forgetting Arroyo hitting A-Rod or whispering for DJ to knock it out of the park. I get to sit with people who won't ask me how much a home run is worth. (Seriously, didn't see that one coming. I had to explain that yes, runs are worth something, and when I did, I got asked why everyone cheers at home runs if they're worth the same as runs. Lee, karma is my friend, dude.) I'm totally looking forward to Friday and Saturday night. This whole weekend will kick ass. Did I mention I have the flat to myself? You should see the big silly grin my face, guys. It's like ... well, it's like something really good happened that takes me from being grumpy one day to happy the next.
Go Yanks!
at least there's the Yanks
No matter what else is going on, nothing puts a smile on my face like
Rivera kicking some Boston butt. Go Yankees!
flat pics!
Living room from door
Living room looking into rest of downstairs
Kitchen
Garden - it's been cleaned up since I took this photo so I'll have to get a new one at some point.
A little shot of my room.
snapfish test
Can I post pics from Snapfish?
Why, yes I can! Oh boy, do I have pics for you people. Actually, maybe I should just email them to you. Or start a photoblog. I really do have a bunch. BTW, those are chimneys from Casa Mila in Barcelona.
