Debauchery and Discipline
I started the fAtkin's diet on Monday. I never realized how good bread tastes until I couldn't have it anymore. There's not much I want more right now than a plain turkey sandwich on thick white bread with french fries and a half gallon of chocolate Quik with a large vanilla softserve for dessert.
For the week, I did alright. Then I went to Albany for the Irishfest. Jess was supposed to go, so that was the reasoning behind my agreeing to go. In real life, I can't stand the Irish, and the only thing that annoys me more than Irish music is Hippie music. The fact that Jess couldn't go because her mom had knee surgery probably should have made me back out. However, I decided to go anyway, and man, am I glad I did. I actually had a really, really good time.
Before the Irishfest, though, I went to Mahar's to meet up with John, Meredith, Patrick and their randoms. Lots of fun there, especially because I learned how to play "Scat." I ain't gonna lose that bad again, I guaran-damn-tee y'all that, mmhmm.
After Mahar's closed, Dvo, Mike and I met up with the rest of the kids (see Irish Fest Recap for the full list) at a bar called Eamonn's (sp?) since I wasn't ready to call it a night yet. We were in that bar for literally 5 seconds when Sean (not Doherty) took offense to Mike for some reason and chucked a beer on him. Mike, being a much better man than I, remains calm, agrees to forgive Sean if he buys him a beer, and all is well. Not much else really of not happens that night, but it's worth noting that Jay is so severely drunk, somebody mentioned that he was probably going to wake up drunk.
Black 47 wins the award for the band I've seen that says it's own name the most time on a per-minute average. They played a 50 minute show and the name of the band must have come out of the lead singer's mouth 4 or 5 dozen times. Other than that, the chance to see Tommy Makem perform live was actually pretty cool. He's called the "Godfather of Irish Music", but he's no James Brown. There's not much to compare him to, really, but he seemed more like a musically-inclined Garrison Keillor.
Dvora, Mike, Sean, Tiff, Jay, Pine, Dana and I all showed up there around noon. There was soooo much food there that smelled so f'n good, I was literally salivating. Unfortunately, I couldn't have any of it. Or so it seemed. The sausage (no bun) I had to start the day didn't hold me very well. Luckily, I saw someone walking around like a caveman with a HUMONGOUS turkey leg. Let's just say I didn't go hungry for long after that. :)
Jay and Sean were already pretty drunk when we met up with them, having both woken up drunk and proceeded to partake in "Wreckfast", by drinking 3-4 Twisted Teas before 10AM. This is pretty blunt foreshadowing.
Drinking, eating, music. We saw the Makem Brothers (Tommy's sons), Tommy Makem, the Glengarry Bhoys (their fiddler is PIPING hot), Ray Kelly (formerly of the Prodigals), the Prodigals, Seven Nations, a bit of Hair of the Dog, and Black 47. I won't say I like Irish music now, but I certainly gained a new appreciation for it. Also, I got to hang out for a good chunk of the day with my friend Leo and his girlfriend Amy, who used to live in Boston, but now live in Jersey, so the opportunities to get together are pretty hard to come by. It was fun to see them.
At the small show by Ray Kelly, Jay starts pumping his fist because he sees other people doing it. Only he misses the cue by at least 5 seconds, loses his balance and falls over while sitting down. Everybody gets a good laugh out of this, with the notable exception of Jay. He grabs 2 beer tickets and goes to get himself and Sean a beer. 45 minutes later, when Ray Kelly is finishing his set, Jay shows back up with a nearly empty beer in one hand, and a half empty beer in the other. He hands the half-kill to Sean, sits down, slugs the rest of his beer, and starts listing to the left. He didn't fall over then, but he easily could have.
On the way from there to the Prodigals' tent, Jay's walking backwards pretty staggeringly while talking shit. I told him that "it's not a good idea for the Drunk Guy to walk backwards." Jay responds that he's perfectly fine with it, and just to show me, he says he's going to walk backwards all the way to the tent. Five steps later, he's on his ass, and decides to walk forward the rest of the way.
This is getting out of hand in terms of length, so I'll cut it short by saying that the night ended with Jay shitting his pants during Black 47, completely nonchalantly. Sean and Tiff took off without saying much to hang out with Ray Kelly at a bar somewhere, and I passed out while reading Patrick's comic books.
All in all, it was a really nice weekend. I got back from Albany by 3 on Sunday, went to Doherty's for the Unforgiven Payperview (Wrestling) and got to hear the new Roommate perv on Randy Orton.
Jen: "Ooo, he's hot. I'd definitely fuck him."
Me: "Yeah, but would he give you an orgasm?"
Jen: "Probably not, but I'd still do him."
For the week, I did alright. Then I went to Albany for the Irishfest. Jess was supposed to go, so that was the reasoning behind my agreeing to go. In real life, I can't stand the Irish, and the only thing that annoys me more than Irish music is Hippie music. The fact that Jess couldn't go because her mom had knee surgery probably should have made me back out. However, I decided to go anyway, and man, am I glad I did. I actually had a really, really good time.
Before the Irishfest, though, I went to Mahar's to meet up with John, Meredith, Patrick and their randoms. Lots of fun there, especially because I learned how to play "Scat." I ain't gonna lose that bad again, I guaran-damn-tee y'all that, mmhmm.
After Mahar's closed, Dvo, Mike and I met up with the rest of the kids (see Irish Fest Recap for the full list) at a bar called Eamonn's (sp?) since I wasn't ready to call it a night yet. We were in that bar for literally 5 seconds when Sean (not Doherty) took offense to Mike for some reason and chucked a beer on him. Mike, being a much better man than I, remains calm, agrees to forgive Sean if he buys him a beer, and all is well. Not much else really of not happens that night, but it's worth noting that Jay is so severely drunk, somebody mentioned that he was probably going to wake up drunk.
Black 47 wins the award for the band I've seen that says it's own name the most time on a per-minute average. They played a 50 minute show and the name of the band must have come out of the lead singer's mouth 4 or 5 dozen times. Other than that, the chance to see Tommy Makem perform live was actually pretty cool. He's called the "Godfather of Irish Music", but he's no James Brown. There's not much to compare him to, really, but he seemed more like a musically-inclined Garrison Keillor.
Dvora, Mike, Sean, Tiff, Jay, Pine, Dana and I all showed up there around noon. There was soooo much food there that smelled so f'n good, I was literally salivating. Unfortunately, I couldn't have any of it. Or so it seemed. The sausage (no bun) I had to start the day didn't hold me very well. Luckily, I saw someone walking around like a caveman with a HUMONGOUS turkey leg. Let's just say I didn't go hungry for long after that. :)
Jay and Sean were already pretty drunk when we met up with them, having both woken up drunk and proceeded to partake in "Wreckfast", by drinking 3-4 Twisted Teas before 10AM. This is pretty blunt foreshadowing.
Drinking, eating, music. We saw the Makem Brothers (Tommy's sons), Tommy Makem, the Glengarry Bhoys (their fiddler is PIPING hot), Ray Kelly (formerly of the Prodigals), the Prodigals, Seven Nations, a bit of Hair of the Dog, and Black 47. I won't say I like Irish music now, but I certainly gained a new appreciation for it. Also, I got to hang out for a good chunk of the day with my friend Leo and his girlfriend Amy, who used to live in Boston, but now live in Jersey, so the opportunities to get together are pretty hard to come by. It was fun to see them.
At the small show by Ray Kelly, Jay starts pumping his fist because he sees other people doing it. Only he misses the cue by at least 5 seconds, loses his balance and falls over while sitting down. Everybody gets a good laugh out of this, with the notable exception of Jay. He grabs 2 beer tickets and goes to get himself and Sean a beer. 45 minutes later, when Ray Kelly is finishing his set, Jay shows back up with a nearly empty beer in one hand, and a half empty beer in the other. He hands the half-kill to Sean, sits down, slugs the rest of his beer, and starts listing to the left. He didn't fall over then, but he easily could have.
On the way from there to the Prodigals' tent, Jay's walking backwards pretty staggeringly while talking shit. I told him that "it's not a good idea for the Drunk Guy to walk backwards." Jay responds that he's perfectly fine with it, and just to show me, he says he's going to walk backwards all the way to the tent. Five steps later, he's on his ass, and decides to walk forward the rest of the way.
This is getting out of hand in terms of length, so I'll cut it short by saying that the night ended with Jay shitting his pants during Black 47, completely nonchalantly. Sean and Tiff took off without saying much to hang out with Ray Kelly at a bar somewhere, and I passed out while reading Patrick's comic books.
All in all, it was a really nice weekend. I got back from Albany by 3 on Sunday, went to Doherty's for the Unforgiven Payperview (Wrestling) and got to hear the new Roommate perv on Randy Orton.
Jen: "Ooo, he's hot. I'd definitely fuck him."
Me: "Yeah, but would he give you an orgasm?"
Jen: "Probably not, but I'd still do him."