Monday, July 18, 2005
Nananana-Nananana Nananana-Nananana MESTEE
Tony, our Canadian blogging friend, has had a few words for me...
Mestee,
One more thing though, you linked to thewinecone, and not thewinekone with a "K". Unless you did that on purpose to trick people.
~Tony
Oh...and another one...
Mestee,
The link on the left hand side now says The Wine Kone with a "K"! Whoo! But the actual link still goes to the wine cone with a "C"! Boo! I'm on the Internet too much.
~Tony
Tony,
If these comments persist, I may feel inclined to refer to your site as the WHINE Cone. What do you think of that? Okay, seriously, I changed it. What does the Wine Cone mean anyway?
Inquisitively,
Brian
On Friday night, I drove up to Londonderry to see Wedding Crashers with Hufton. It was opening weekend, so I got there a little early to get us a spot in line. As I was waiting, three guys in their late teens/early twenties got out of the car and approached the line. Their leader was dressed in one of these numbers with "Abercrombie" across the chest and all three had their hair gelled to perfection, all wearing a hint of the model pout on their face. I'm usually pretty shy in public, but sometimes a joke just has to be made, so I'll make a crack to a group of strangers. As the pretty boys approached, I felt the urge to comment on this guy's lack of sleeves, thinking that most people share my opinion that most self-respecting men should not sport a sleeveless shirt anywhere other than the beach or an athletic event in which he is competing. I bit my tongue and decided against saying something to the people in front of me, who turned out to be the very people that the Abercrombie crew was meeting with that evening. My silence had saved me from an awkward situation, and for that I am grateful. Hufton showed up a few minutes later, and right as we got to the ticket counter, we made an executive decision to see Batman Begins instead of Wedding Crashers. Batman was a solid movie, but my sister and Jenn Hufton thought Wedding Crashers was so funny that they saw it twice this weekend. Am I going overboard on italics? I thought so.
On Saturday, we had Brendan and Sheri's birthday/going away BBQ at 23 Boston Ave. We set up the projector for the Red Sox game against the Yankees, but unfortunately the good guys couldn't come up with a victory. After the game, the keg got much more attention and Brendan fired up a second round of his special burgers on the grill. There was much flip cup until The Wizard, Sheri's drunken alter-ego, accidentally doused herself with beer, then tried to chug the rest of it, but spit it all over the floor due to laughter from the preceding incident. It happens. We took a brief hiatus, then returned to play Beirut, which Mark Fernald and I dominated for much of the evening.
I played golf on Sunday morning with my Dad, Joe Taranto, and a random guy named Jack. I knocked in a long putt (from the rough, no less) on the first hole, but that was pretty much the highlight of my round. My Dad notched a birdie on the 6th hole, which was definitely the most impressive thing that happened for the round, as everybody seemed to forget their "A" game at home that day.
I'm not even sure if there's a joke here.
Here's a nice little quiz on sharks. I got six out of nine questions. Hardly impressive.
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Mestee,
One more thing though, you linked to thewinecone, and not thewinekone with a "K". Unless you did that on purpose to trick people.
~Tony
Oh...and another one...
Mestee,
The link on the left hand side now says The Wine Kone with a "K"! Whoo! But the actual link still goes to the wine cone with a "C"! Boo! I'm on the Internet too much.
~Tony
Tony,
If these comments persist, I may feel inclined to refer to your site as the WHINE Cone. What do you think of that? Okay, seriously, I changed it. What does the Wine Cone mean anyway?
Inquisitively,
Brian
On Friday night, I drove up to Londonderry to see Wedding Crashers with Hufton. It was opening weekend, so I got there a little early to get us a spot in line. As I was waiting, three guys in their late teens/early twenties got out of the car and approached the line. Their leader was dressed in one of these numbers with "Abercrombie" across the chest and all three had their hair gelled to perfection, all wearing a hint of the model pout on their face. I'm usually pretty shy in public, but sometimes a joke just has to be made, so I'll make a crack to a group of strangers. As the pretty boys approached, I felt the urge to comment on this guy's lack of sleeves, thinking that most people share my opinion that most self-respecting men should not sport a sleeveless shirt anywhere other than the beach or an athletic event in which he is competing. I bit my tongue and decided against saying something to the people in front of me, who turned out to be the very people that the Abercrombie crew was meeting with that evening. My silence had saved me from an awkward situation, and for that I am grateful. Hufton showed up a few minutes later, and right as we got to the ticket counter, we made an executive decision to see Batman Begins instead of Wedding Crashers. Batman was a solid movie, but my sister and Jenn Hufton thought Wedding Crashers was so funny that they saw it twice this weekend. Am I going overboard on italics? I thought so.
On Saturday, we had Brendan and Sheri's birthday/going away BBQ at 23 Boston Ave. We set up the projector for the Red Sox game against the Yankees, but unfortunately the good guys couldn't come up with a victory. After the game, the keg got much more attention and Brendan fired up a second round of his special burgers on the grill. There was much flip cup until The Wizard, Sheri's drunken alter-ego, accidentally doused herself with beer, then tried to chug the rest of it, but spit it all over the floor due to laughter from the preceding incident. It happens. We took a brief hiatus, then returned to play Beirut, which Mark Fernald and I dominated for much of the evening.
I played golf on Sunday morning with my Dad, Joe Taranto, and a random guy named Jack. I knocked in a long putt (from the rough, no less) on the first hole, but that was pretty much the highlight of my round. My Dad notched a birdie on the 6th hole, which was definitely the most impressive thing that happened for the round, as everybody seemed to forget their "A" game at home that day.
I'm not even sure if there's a joke here.
Here's a nice little quiz on sharks. I got six out of nine questions. Hardly impressive.
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