My apologies to anyone who has tried to get a hold of me over the last week. I’ve been a little more than really busy. I promise to get back to you all soon.
Congratulations to my sister Danielle. She gave birth to Lily Claire Zillgitt on July 27th, 2006. Lily was 8 lbs 2 oz and was roughly 22 inches long. Both are doing well.
Congratulations to Chris and Katherine. One month (yesterday) and going strong.
So I started a new rotation today at Garden City Osteopathic Hospital. It’s quite different from my last month at Henry Ford – Detroit. To be honest I think I like Ford better. But I did notice two differences when I walked into Garden City Hospital besides the size. First, there are not too many DO hospitals that are tertiary care/academic centers. Mostly they are community hospitals that do not always have residency programs in all specialties and do not have critical care aspects. Secondly, the elevators in these hospitals are really slow. I hate slow elevators.
Apparently the Lions training camp started. Who cares? I hope they lose every game this year. I hate the Lions.
By the way, what happened to Tigers in the final game in the Twin’s series? Weird.
Well, people are blowing people up again in the Middle East. I don’t support Hezbollah, but I think the Israeli response might have been a bit out of proportion to the initial insult. Now don’t get me wrong I love Bombs Over Baghdad (and by that I mean the song by Outkast, not real life), but blowing up little kids…. crazy.
Shannon Brown recently took a break from his busy NBA schedule to go back to East Lansing and sign autographs and talk to fans. He said this was his way of saying thank you to all the State fans that welcomed him even though he wasn’t from Michigan. Shannon Brown is awesome.
Scarlett Johansson bothers me.
So does that stupid silver haired American Idol dude. What a dork. That Ford commercials makes me want to break something…namely him.
Not too many people reply to these posts. They are kinda like ADHD posts. Thoughts arrive like butterflies and I just write them down. But I get bored sometimes writing about one topic.
Check out Jon’s blog, MyLifeAfterPaintChips.
I might be taking a break from posting. I have to get my applications ready for the residencies I’ll apply to, study for boards, go to a couple of parties and study for my current neurology rotations. I will post from time to time, but not very much. That’s not a huge change I guess. Does anyone really care?
Monday, July 31, 2006
A bloggers blog
I am trying to post on my original blog a little bit. I realized that I haven't updated my blog in six weeks.
There is a new post now. Check it out.
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There is a new post now. Check it out.
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Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Recapping Our Top Story
Harold Reynolds has been released from his duties at ESPN.
Early reports of sexual harassment as the impetus for Reynolds' removal have been widely struck down as mere rumor. The more likely reason appears to be HR's dissatisfaction with sports network's round the clock coverage of A-Rod's bad week.
Apparently, according to a few message board posts, there was a "heated exchange" between Reynolds and Baseball Tonight's resident blow hard, John Kruk, regarding A-Rod's recent blip on what is sure to be a Hall of Fame career.
What ever the reason, it is clear that Baseball Tonight is now unwatchable and the decline of ESPN is full swing.
In a related story: Steve Phillips is a douche bag.
Early reports of sexual harassment as the impetus for Reynolds' removal have been widely struck down as mere rumor. The more likely reason appears to be HR's dissatisfaction with sports network's round the clock coverage of A-Rod's bad week.
Apparently, according to a few message board posts, there was a "heated exchange" between Reynolds and Baseball Tonight's resident blow hard, John Kruk, regarding A-Rod's recent blip on what is sure to be a Hall of Fame career.
What ever the reason, it is clear that Baseball Tonight is now unwatchable and the decline of ESPN is full swing.
In a related story: Steve Phillips is a douche bag.
H.R. Out at ESPN
Harold Reynolds' tenure as ESPN's most prolific and arguably most recognizable baseball analyst has come to a sudden and shocking end, according to a report today from the AP.
ESPN offered no explanation as to the circumstances of HR's departure, except to confirm that Reynolds is no longer with the company as of today.
This announcement comes less than a month after baseball announced it's television plan for next year. A plan which cuts ESPN out of playoff coverage and gives TBS a greater stake in regular and post season action.
My totally unconfirmed and unsubstantiated hunch is that HR let ESPN brass know that he would be switching networks next year, and they decided to let him go right away.
Either that or Reynolds killed someone and we just haven't found out about it yet.
Regardless of the circumstances surrounding his departure it should be noted that Reynolds had been by far the second best studio analyst at ESPN over the last decade or so, and he was a close second to Hall of Famer Peter Gammons.
I'm not sure why he's gone, but he will be missed.
ESPN offered no explanation as to the circumstances of HR's departure, except to confirm that Reynolds is no longer with the company as of today.
This announcement comes less than a month after baseball announced it's television plan for next year. A plan which cuts ESPN out of playoff coverage and gives TBS a greater stake in regular and post season action.
My totally unconfirmed and unsubstantiated hunch is that HR let ESPN brass know that he would be switching networks next year, and they decided to let him go right away.
Either that or Reynolds killed someone and we just haven't found out about it yet.
Regardless of the circumstances surrounding his departure it should be noted that Reynolds had been by far the second best studio analyst at ESPN over the last decade or so, and he was a close second to Hall of Famer Peter Gammons.
I'm not sure why he's gone, but he will be missed.
The Weekend Update
The weekend is over. Yes, you say, but it is Tuesday. Well, it took that long to recover. I was able to work and everything normal yesterday, but there was something missing. I think it was my liver....and my soul.
In talking to AZ, I realized that I also feel like an old man. The tolerance and recovery to liquor is not what it used to be. Yet, I am proud of everyone, for making it all happen anyways.
Friday was the beginning of the end. I flew into Detroit at about 12:30. I made my way to the Southgate chapter of BW3. I didn't get Andy's message that I could pick up his apartment keys until way after the fact. So, I primed myself and had a few drinks. By the way, the waitstaff at the Southgate chapter is atrocious. I then received a call from DJ, saying he was in for the Tigers game. This was a pleasant surprise. Andy then called and said he was on his way home. I went to his apartment to meet him, but he wasn't there yet. I jaunted over to the Circle K to get some beers. It was going to be an old fashioned tailgate. Before I purchased my Miller Lite, I looked for a phone booth, so I could go back in time, but there wasn't one.
Shortly after cranking some Foo Fighters in the apartment parking lot, the calvary showed up. We were on our way.
On to the Tigers game. For logistics sake, we won 7-4, after being up 7-1. It was Dimitri Young's first time in the line up for a while. I personally didn't welcome him back warmly. From our ridiculously good seats, I taunted Dimitri with encouraging words about domestic violence, trade speculation, and even about his brother Delmon. I had to cool it off though, because the lady sitting next to me was concerned about there being impressionable kids around. I wanted to tell her to take her jacket off and return it to her local County Seat, but didn't. Instead, at Dimitri's next at bat, I simply yelled, "I have a general dislike for you Dimitri". I think that was appropriate enough. Long story short, Young had a good game. In his post game interview, I kept on him. He looked up at me and pointed. I admit, I was a little scared. Oh well.
Mario Impemba also enjoyed us, as he waved to us from the press box with joy.
After the game, it was to the bar. Although probably some fun things happened there, I am not sure. Since this is getting long, I will summarize: Beer, Jagerbombs, decline of everyone's well-being, sleeping in cars, public urination, vomiting, $46 worth of Taco Bell, eating a lot, sleeping. Meijer, blood pressure, donuts, milk, chocolate milk, football, broken toes, smelly DJ, shower, refreshment, Jacob, PBR, music, happiness, unhappiness, steak knives, severing heads threats, fire, dirty dancing, break dancing, capes, police, more fire, vomiting, birthday, sleep, Van Halen, pancakes, recovery......has anyone seen my soul?
In talking to AZ, I realized that I also feel like an old man. The tolerance and recovery to liquor is not what it used to be. Yet, I am proud of everyone, for making it all happen anyways.
Friday was the beginning of the end. I flew into Detroit at about 12:30. I made my way to the Southgate chapter of BW3. I didn't get Andy's message that I could pick up his apartment keys until way after the fact. So, I primed myself and had a few drinks. By the way, the waitstaff at the Southgate chapter is atrocious. I then received a call from DJ, saying he was in for the Tigers game. This was a pleasant surprise. Andy then called and said he was on his way home. I went to his apartment to meet him, but he wasn't there yet. I jaunted over to the Circle K to get some beers. It was going to be an old fashioned tailgate. Before I purchased my Miller Lite, I looked for a phone booth, so I could go back in time, but there wasn't one.
Shortly after cranking some Foo Fighters in the apartment parking lot, the calvary showed up. We were on our way.
On to the Tigers game. For logistics sake, we won 7-4, after being up 7-1. It was Dimitri Young's first time in the line up for a while. I personally didn't welcome him back warmly. From our ridiculously good seats, I taunted Dimitri with encouraging words about domestic violence, trade speculation, and even about his brother Delmon. I had to cool it off though, because the lady sitting next to me was concerned about there being impressionable kids around. I wanted to tell her to take her jacket off and return it to her local County Seat, but didn't. Instead, at Dimitri's next at bat, I simply yelled, "I have a general dislike for you Dimitri". I think that was appropriate enough. Long story short, Young had a good game. In his post game interview, I kept on him. He looked up at me and pointed. I admit, I was a little scared. Oh well.
Mario Impemba also enjoyed us, as he waved to us from the press box with joy.
After the game, it was to the bar. Although probably some fun things happened there, I am not sure. Since this is getting long, I will summarize: Beer, Jagerbombs, decline of everyone's well-being, sleeping in cars, public urination, vomiting, $46 worth of Taco Bell, eating a lot, sleeping. Meijer, blood pressure, donuts, milk, chocolate milk, football, broken toes, smelly DJ, shower, refreshment, Jacob, PBR, music, happiness, unhappiness, steak knives, severing heads threats, fire, dirty dancing, break dancing, capes, police, more fire, vomiting, birthday, sleep, Van Halen, pancakes, recovery......has anyone seen my soul?
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Goodbye Wisconsin - Hello AZ event. - A Good Friday for Drinking
Wisconsin. Never technically been here before. It is not a bad place.
Three things that Milwaukee loves, and proves it by putting it in your face at every possible opportunity.
1). Cheese - obvious, but wow.
2). Beer - Home to Miller and Pabst as well as a handful of microbreweries, large and small.
3). Porn - I have never seen so many adult stores. They range from mom and pop stores to mega-stores. They also have super mega-stores. Crazy.
These are three things that I like, although the porn thing is becoming passe as I get to be an old man.....
I did get a chance to enjoy some beers. I went on the Miller Brewery tour. It was everything that I expected it to be. Nothing more and nothing less. Think of a very large factory that manufactures beer. Got an image in your head? You got it, that is what it looks like.
I also got to go up and visit Lambeau Field. I have always wanted to go to Green Bay, just to check it out. There is something very refreshing about a community that has embraced its football team throughout its history enough that it owns it. It was damn sweet. I had lunch at the on site restaurant, had some beers and walked around the stadium touching and reading all of the gold plaques.
I also stopped by to see Miller Park, the home of the Brewers. It was a cool and modern stadium. Unfortunately, no games were being played at home while I was here, so all I could do is look around.
I had plenty of time to drink while I was in Wisconsin. At first I thought people from Milwaukee were unfriendly. Afterall, I usually have no problem finding people to talk to while I am sitting alone at the bar, obviously out of my East Lansingesque element. My Michigander weight gain probably doesn't help matters any as well. That was until today. I went to a small sports bar for lunch today to watch the Tigers get a comeback win against the White Sox, 2-1. I made it to the bar, with the help of a short rain delay in time to see the beginning of the game. The place was empty. It was lunchtime, but there were probably only six other patrons in the whole place. There were two bartenders. One was a goofy guy who liked baseball. He was a good guy to have sports conversations with since he was very knowledgable. The other was a semi-attractive young lass. She was hilarious, since putting together a string of words to form a decent sentence was a chore. It was purely entertaining, and it was nice to have a stop and chat.
It became even better when some of the waitresses kept coming up to the bar to talk to the bartender. They would look over at me and say hi, and giggle. At first, I thought they were making fun of chubby Jonny. Then I thought they were extremely bored. Then, after a playful scuffle between a few of the waitresses to bring me my lunch, I accepted what was going on. It was cute and flirtatious. Julie was the name of the girl who won the apparent honor of bringing me my lunch. Julie and I started talking. She was much more intelligent than the bartender, and much cuter. Since it was so slow, she made it a point to stay and talk. I appreciated the gesture. Somewhere in the conversation between yadda yadda and blah blah, I told her she was the cutest girl in Milwaukee. She loved it. For a minute, I wished I hadn't checked out of my hotel already. For a minute, I wished I didn't love someone. For a minute, I wished that I didn't care. Then the minute passed and I realized that there is something wrong with Milwaukee girls, if they like chubby losers who drink and watch baseball on Thursday afternoons. Whatever.
Now, I sit in the Hilton at O'Hare, waiting for my flight out of here tomorrow morning. The hotel is sweet, but I am spent. I need to rest up for tomorrow. Friday, June 21st. The first event of AZ's birthday celebration. It may be a Good Friday for drinking. In fact, I know it will be. I hope you are ready AZ, for a nightcap from the lovely Lisa.
Three things that Milwaukee loves, and proves it by putting it in your face at every possible opportunity.
1). Cheese - obvious, but wow.
2). Beer - Home to Miller and Pabst as well as a handful of microbreweries, large and small.
3). Porn - I have never seen so many adult stores. They range from mom and pop stores to mega-stores. They also have super mega-stores. Crazy.
These are three things that I like, although the porn thing is becoming passe as I get to be an old man.....
I did get a chance to enjoy some beers. I went on the Miller Brewery tour. It was everything that I expected it to be. Nothing more and nothing less. Think of a very large factory that manufactures beer. Got an image in your head? You got it, that is what it looks like.
I also got to go up and visit Lambeau Field. I have always wanted to go to Green Bay, just to check it out. There is something very refreshing about a community that has embraced its football team throughout its history enough that it owns it. It was damn sweet. I had lunch at the on site restaurant, had some beers and walked around the stadium touching and reading all of the gold plaques.
I also stopped by to see Miller Park, the home of the Brewers. It was a cool and modern stadium. Unfortunately, no games were being played at home while I was here, so all I could do is look around.
I had plenty of time to drink while I was in Wisconsin. At first I thought people from Milwaukee were unfriendly. Afterall, I usually have no problem finding people to talk to while I am sitting alone at the bar, obviously out of my East Lansingesque element. My Michigander weight gain probably doesn't help matters any as well. That was until today. I went to a small sports bar for lunch today to watch the Tigers get a comeback win against the White Sox, 2-1. I made it to the bar, with the help of a short rain delay in time to see the beginning of the game. The place was empty. It was lunchtime, but there were probably only six other patrons in the whole place. There were two bartenders. One was a goofy guy who liked baseball. He was a good guy to have sports conversations with since he was very knowledgable. The other was a semi-attractive young lass. She was hilarious, since putting together a string of words to form a decent sentence was a chore. It was purely entertaining, and it was nice to have a stop and chat.
It became even better when some of the waitresses kept coming up to the bar to talk to the bartender. They would look over at me and say hi, and giggle. At first, I thought they were making fun of chubby Jonny. Then I thought they were extremely bored. Then, after a playful scuffle between a few of the waitresses to bring me my lunch, I accepted what was going on. It was cute and flirtatious. Julie was the name of the girl who won the apparent honor of bringing me my lunch. Julie and I started talking. She was much more intelligent than the bartender, and much cuter. Since it was so slow, she made it a point to stay and talk. I appreciated the gesture. Somewhere in the conversation between yadda yadda and blah blah, I told her she was the cutest girl in Milwaukee. She loved it. For a minute, I wished I hadn't checked out of my hotel already. For a minute, I wished I didn't love someone. For a minute, I wished that I didn't care. Then the minute passed and I realized that there is something wrong with Milwaukee girls, if they like chubby losers who drink and watch baseball on Thursday afternoons. Whatever.
Now, I sit in the Hilton at O'Hare, waiting for my flight out of here tomorrow morning. The hotel is sweet, but I am spent. I need to rest up for tomorrow. Friday, June 21st. The first event of AZ's birthday celebration. It may be a Good Friday for drinking. In fact, I know it will be. I hope you are ready AZ, for a nightcap from the lovely Lisa.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Dirty Travel Guide - or - How Not to Live Your Life.
It has been a long time. To be honest with you, I don't know where I have been. Time keeps going on by, but I don't know where it goes.. It is all a blur.
Sunday Funday. I do remember that. It was unintentional at best. Since I was flying out of Detroit Metro early on Monday, I figured it was appropriate to pay Mr. AZ a visit. This is not because I haven't seen him in a while. We enjoyed a tantalizing lunch at El Azteco a bit earlier in the day.
I haven't gotten to spend too much time with AZ since I have returned, sanz the wedding and wedding related festivities. So we had some catching up to do.
The scene was a little place called Malarky's in the Gate. The time was 7:30. The bar was empty, but gave off the ambiance that some shit could go down there when it was not empty. The waitresses were scantily clad at best. It didn't work for 90% of them. Oh well, I suppose it is a crap shoot. The burger was good. I ate slowly. AZ did his best EKG impression, polishing off the burger in an impressive fashion. We had some beers, joked with the lovely Lisa, placed bets on when cheezy songs originated, and listened to some awful karaoke renditions of even more cheezy songs. We taught the bartender the signals and the differences between the 30-second time out and the full time out. We also schooled her in the etiquitte of using these signals. AZ then attempted to Jessie Spano the evening, (I am not exactly sure what this means thinking back, It was hilarious at the time) by telling a ridiculous story about how since he was a little boy he wanted to mow lawns and had the dream of one day mowing the lawn at Tigers Stadium. He went on to explain that his current fake employment situation is allowing him to live out that dream. Brilliant. We certainly made a favorable impression. I was lucky, because I drank a slew of water as I drank. AZ didn't listen to me when I suggested he do the same.
I wanted to go ahead to Monday morning, but that would skip over half of AZ's body falling into a six foot hole, an afterhours search for keys, and the most epic and amusing voicemail ever going to the proud recipient, Emily.
I awoke on Monday at 4:25. I decided a shower wasn't in order. I washed my hair, because it looked stupid and slapped some deodorant on. I had my dress clothes all out, but realized I didn't need to wear them, since I would be able to freshen up at my hotel before my 2:00 appointment. I decided not to unpack my whole suitcase just to be comfortable on the plane. I made a last minute effort to find the missing keys. I was a failure. Off to the airport I went.
I don't think I was too stinky, but I was a little tired and there was some alcohol seeping from my pores. I sat at the airport and waited. They were going to bump me, since the flight was full. I could use a free ticket, so I waited longer. Finally two minutes before take off I was told they didn't need my seat. So I was the last person on the plane. Low and behold, someone was in my window seat. I had two choices. I could make a huge scene and take back my rightful ownership of the seat, or I could bite the bullet and sit in the middle seat. I looked at the girl who took my seat, and decided to take the middle seat.
Immediately, I regretted my decision not to shower and make myself presentable. Then I decided it didn't matter. She was hot. Even better than that, she smelled so so good. As I waivered in and out of naps, the smell tantalized my thoughts, but not too much.
Anyways, the moral of this long long story is that if you are on an airplane right after the person you love leaves you for another 7 months, you should not listen to certain Elliott Smith songs over and over. Doing so really fucks up your head.
Sunday Funday. I do remember that. It was unintentional at best. Since I was flying out of Detroit Metro early on Monday, I figured it was appropriate to pay Mr. AZ a visit. This is not because I haven't seen him in a while. We enjoyed a tantalizing lunch at El Azteco a bit earlier in the day.
I haven't gotten to spend too much time with AZ since I have returned, sanz the wedding and wedding related festivities. So we had some catching up to do.
The scene was a little place called Malarky's in the Gate. The time was 7:30. The bar was empty, but gave off the ambiance that some shit could go down there when it was not empty. The waitresses were scantily clad at best. It didn't work for 90% of them. Oh well, I suppose it is a crap shoot. The burger was good. I ate slowly. AZ did his best EKG impression, polishing off the burger in an impressive fashion. We had some beers, joked with the lovely Lisa, placed bets on when cheezy songs originated, and listened to some awful karaoke renditions of even more cheezy songs. We taught the bartender the signals and the differences between the 30-second time out and the full time out. We also schooled her in the etiquitte of using these signals. AZ then attempted to Jessie Spano the evening, (I am not exactly sure what this means thinking back, It was hilarious at the time) by telling a ridiculous story about how since he was a little boy he wanted to mow lawns and had the dream of one day mowing the lawn at Tigers Stadium. He went on to explain that his current fake employment situation is allowing him to live out that dream. Brilliant. We certainly made a favorable impression. I was lucky, because I drank a slew of water as I drank. AZ didn't listen to me when I suggested he do the same.
I wanted to go ahead to Monday morning, but that would skip over half of AZ's body falling into a six foot hole, an afterhours search for keys, and the most epic and amusing voicemail ever going to the proud recipient, Emily.
I awoke on Monday at 4:25. I decided a shower wasn't in order. I washed my hair, because it looked stupid and slapped some deodorant on. I had my dress clothes all out, but realized I didn't need to wear them, since I would be able to freshen up at my hotel before my 2:00 appointment. I decided not to unpack my whole suitcase just to be comfortable on the plane. I made a last minute effort to find the missing keys. I was a failure. Off to the airport I went.
I don't think I was too stinky, but I was a little tired and there was some alcohol seeping from my pores. I sat at the airport and waited. They were going to bump me, since the flight was full. I could use a free ticket, so I waited longer. Finally two minutes before take off I was told they didn't need my seat. So I was the last person on the plane. Low and behold, someone was in my window seat. I had two choices. I could make a huge scene and take back my rightful ownership of the seat, or I could bite the bullet and sit in the middle seat. I looked at the girl who took my seat, and decided to take the middle seat.
Immediately, I regretted my decision not to shower and make myself presentable. Then I decided it didn't matter. She was hot. Even better than that, she smelled so so good. As I waivered in and out of naps, the smell tantalized my thoughts, but not too much.
Anyways, the moral of this long long story is that if you are on an airplane right after the person you love leaves you for another 7 months, you should not listen to certain Elliott Smith songs over and over. Doing so really fucks up your head.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
1993 Revisited, Minus the Flannel
The awkward swaying of a hundred white folks can’t be wrong.
Sure the flannels and Doc Martin boots have been replaced with American Eagle tee-shirts, shorts and sandals.
The females changed their wardrobe too. Now they are clad in Old Navy tank tops, jean mini-skirts and thong or high-heeled sandals.
And after hearing “Hey Jealousy” for over an hour I realized, the Gin Blossoms haven’t changed, I have.
I never was a huge Gin Blossoms fan, but I never changed the station when I heard “Hey Jealousy” either. The problem is I don’t remember the last time I listened to the radio.
The Gin Blossoms look like they are having fun on stage, are certainly crowd friendly and very interactive with the fans. Robin Wilson, who is the lead singer and originally from Grand Rapids, Mi, sang into the cell phones for several adoring females. They’ll never delete that voice mail for as long as they have that phone. How cute.
I respect the Gin Blossoms. They have been going strong for 19 years and have written some very radio friendly songs. But feel good nostalgia can only last for so long before it turns into depressing memories. I love the “Hey Jealousy” video and I loved to tee-pee houses, but I’m getting ready to turn 26 years old and don’t really care to rehash eighth grade. Other people at the Intersection had no problem reliving the early 90’s and they had a blast doing so.
Was it worth the admission? If you were a fan, yes. If not, probably not. Oh well, I spent the money and drank some beer. What else should I do on a Saturday night?
Friday, July 14, 2006
Just Take Those Old Records Off The Shelf
I am 26 years old, and I am thrilled that my parents have left for the weekend.
That is the very definition of sad.
That is the very definition of sad.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Top Ten Lists are for people who lack organizational skills
'Spring Shark Attack' is on ABC Family as I type, and 'Snakes on a Plane' is weeks away. So, in the spirit of intentionally bad movies, I have decided to post my top 5 favorite unintentionally bad movies.
particular order In no.
1. Zapped
Oh yeah, this movie is terrible, and-I hasten to add- I have only seen it once in my life, nearly twenty years ago. I'm not really even sure what it's about.
This piece of cinematic history is important for two reasons. It was the first pairing of Willy Aames and Scott Baio, AND in the obligatory prom/ formal dance scene we are privy to massive amounts of boobage. I realize that sounds childish, but to an 8 year old boy, it's a memory in the making.
2. Ghostbusters 2
But DJ I like that movie! I feel ya dog. I love it, but that doesn't make it good. It's contrived and unnecessary and far less than the original.
In what amounts to a 90 minute commercial for the cottage industry created by the first film, 'Ghostbusters 2' feels wrong. Despite a strong supporting performance by eventual Emmy winner Peter MacNicol (Dr. Janosz Poha), it is obvious that this film was made to sell action figures and hype an ill advised cartoon.
Still, I laugh every time I watch it.
3 Back to the Future Part 2
Another sequel. While this one is admittedly better than 'Ghostbusters 2', it still presents its own problems. Unlike the second film on our list which rarely mentions the events of the original film (aside from brief allusions to events which occurred in the time between the two films which were caused by events in the first) 'Back to the Future Part 2' drags the first film into its mess of product placement and confusing logic from beginning to end. It's really shameful to tell you the truth.
The thing is, hoverboards are cool, and Robert Zemeckis' vision of the future, however unnecessary, is refreshingly hopeful and bright. Still, this movie should not have been made... Even though I love it.
4. Dream A Little Dream
You might not remember this gem from the Coreys (Haim and Feldman), but it's actually pretty good. It was on HBO everyday for five months straight when I was 10. The plot borrows from the 80's craze of body exchange films. In this case Feldman switches bodies with his cranky old neighbor played by Jason Robards (or is it Robard? What ever.).
In one scene Feldman attempts to win over a girl by singing Michael Jackson's "You Really Turn Me On" while dancing in an empty high school gym. Brilliant.
Best line in the movie: (spoken by the token A-hole) "It's a party! Who brought the chips?"
5. Some Kind Of Wonderful
Like 'Dream A Little Dream' this is a movie familiar to anyone who subscribed to any pay channel in the early 90's. It's got Eric Stoltz as a lovelorn high school loser who spends all of his college money to buy a ring for his crush played by Lea Thompson sometime after 'Howard the Duck' but before 'Caroline in the City'. She's hot in this movie. I'm talking 'Space Camp' hot. Not hot in this movie? Mary Stuart "Boy Jaw" Masterson. Of course he's really in love with her, so he ends up leaving Lorraine McFly for her and they live uglily ever after.
John Ashton, Taggart from 'Beverly Hills Cop', plays Stoltz's gruff but ultimately understanding father, and a pre-'Full House' Candace Cameron plays Stoltz's annoying little sister.
This movie is terrible, but I think I've seen it a few million times...
That's it. Now you can all go ahead and disagree with me.
particular order In no.
1. Zapped
Oh yeah, this movie is terrible, and-I hasten to add- I have only seen it once in my life, nearly twenty years ago. I'm not really even sure what it's about.
This piece of cinematic history is important for two reasons. It was the first pairing of Willy Aames and Scott Baio, AND in the obligatory prom/ formal dance scene we are privy to massive amounts of boobage. I realize that sounds childish, but to an 8 year old boy, it's a memory in the making.
2. Ghostbusters 2
But DJ I like that movie! I feel ya dog. I love it, but that doesn't make it good. It's contrived and unnecessary and far less than the original.
In what amounts to a 90 minute commercial for the cottage industry created by the first film, 'Ghostbusters 2' feels wrong. Despite a strong supporting performance by eventual Emmy winner Peter MacNicol (Dr. Janosz Poha), it is obvious that this film was made to sell action figures and hype an ill advised cartoon.
Still, I laugh every time I watch it.
3 Back to the Future Part 2
Another sequel. While this one is admittedly better than 'Ghostbusters 2', it still presents its own problems. Unlike the second film on our list which rarely mentions the events of the original film (aside from brief allusions to events which occurred in the time between the two films which were caused by events in the first) 'Back to the Future Part 2' drags the first film into its mess of product placement and confusing logic from beginning to end. It's really shameful to tell you the truth.
The thing is, hoverboards are cool, and Robert Zemeckis' vision of the future, however unnecessary, is refreshingly hopeful and bright. Still, this movie should not have been made... Even though I love it.
4. Dream A Little Dream
You might not remember this gem from the Coreys (Haim and Feldman), but it's actually pretty good. It was on HBO everyday for five months straight when I was 10. The plot borrows from the 80's craze of body exchange films. In this case Feldman switches bodies with his cranky old neighbor played by Jason Robards (or is it Robard? What ever.).
In one scene Feldman attempts to win over a girl by singing Michael Jackson's "You Really Turn Me On" while dancing in an empty high school gym. Brilliant.
Best line in the movie: (spoken by the token A-hole) "It's a party! Who brought the chips?"
5. Some Kind Of Wonderful
Like 'Dream A Little Dream' this is a movie familiar to anyone who subscribed to any pay channel in the early 90's. It's got Eric Stoltz as a lovelorn high school loser who spends all of his college money to buy a ring for his crush played by Lea Thompson sometime after 'Howard the Duck' but before 'Caroline in the City'. She's hot in this movie. I'm talking 'Space Camp' hot. Not hot in this movie? Mary Stuart "Boy Jaw" Masterson. Of course he's really in love with her, so he ends up leaving Lorraine McFly for her and they live uglily ever after.
John Ashton, Taggart from 'Beverly Hills Cop', plays Stoltz's gruff but ultimately understanding father, and a pre-'Full House' Candace Cameron plays Stoltz's annoying little sister.
This movie is terrible, but I think I've seen it a few million times...
That's it. Now you can all go ahead and disagree with me.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Tigers Up Two at The Break
The mid-summer classic is drawing nigh and the Detroit Nine are leading their division by two games and they would have a seven game lead over the Yankees in a wild card chase.
Detroit fans are understandably still caucious in their optimism. Echoes of, "Even if they fold, this has been fun," and, "How can this possibly last?" can be heard throughout southeast Michigan.
Yet the Tigers continue to win, and the second half of the season should be even better for Leyland's boys.
Detroit opens the second act with a ten game home stand with the lowly Royals (I'm petitioning Major League Baseball to have KC officially add the word lowly to it's pitiful franchise's nickname) in for four followed by the Chi-Sox coming to CoPa for an (say it with me) important three game series. Oakland caps the home stand coming to the Motor City for three.
Then its back on the road for ten where the Tigers have shone all season going 33-15 before the break. They start the pilgrimage with a three game stretch at Jacobs Field. We should probably expect a large contingent of Tigers fans for that set. The team then heads to Minneapolis for a three game series against the pesky Twins. The Devil Rays could look to play giant killers with a four game series at the end of the Tigers' extended trip.
The second half should see the return of Mike Maroth, though his production could be limited he could offer a spark to an already potent pitching staff which has seen the emergence of some young talent thus far.
Now I'm tired.
Good night.
Detroit fans are understandably still caucious in their optimism. Echoes of, "Even if they fold, this has been fun," and, "How can this possibly last?" can be heard throughout southeast Michigan.
Yet the Tigers continue to win, and the second half of the season should be even better for Leyland's boys.
Detroit opens the second act with a ten game home stand with the lowly Royals (I'm petitioning Major League Baseball to have KC officially add the word lowly to it's pitiful franchise's nickname) in for four followed by the Chi-Sox coming to CoPa for an (say it with me) important three game series. Oakland caps the home stand coming to the Motor City for three.
Then its back on the road for ten where the Tigers have shone all season going 33-15 before the break. They start the pilgrimage with a three game stretch at Jacobs Field. We should probably expect a large contingent of Tigers fans for that set. The team then heads to Minneapolis for a three game series against the pesky Twins. The Devil Rays could look to play giant killers with a four game series at the end of the Tigers' extended trip.
The second half should see the return of Mike Maroth, though his production could be limited he could offer a spark to an already potent pitching staff which has seen the emergence of some young talent thus far.
Now I'm tired.
Good night.
My Own Trilogy
In honor of seeing Dead Man’s Chest I figured I do a blog trilogy.
Part One – The Apology
Morgan, you’re right. I am a motherf**ker. You certainly should have been included in the ‘Lonely’ post I wrote earlier this week.
I have known you since we were Christiancy Cobras. We have traded baseball cards together and shared a hotel room on tour in Toronto. You lived with Jacob for a year and you played poker with Dave, DJ and Kohler on Wednesday nights.
You are certainly included in that list of people who have stayed close for a long time. The problem with those lists is I always forget something important.
My sincerest apologies, sorry Morgan.
Part Two – The Movie
Sure the stunts and sword fights are over the top. I’m sure the finale will have a happy Disney ending as well. But there is no need to bash the new Pirates of the Caribbean, as some critics have.
For all the hammy special effects, the writing of Dead Man’s Chest is full of pleasant and partially expected twists. Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio do an excellent job of weaving humor, suspense, “the dark side of ambition” and vengeful love into the middle of the ‘Pirates’ trilogy.
Johnny Depp is outstanding, as expected, and Keira Knightley shows a seductive pirate side to her already feisty character, Elizabeth Swann.
There are new bad guys, new obstacles and the movie ends in a manner that will force you to see the final installment, which is due out next summer. Go see this movie.
Part Three – Post Call
My call shift yesterday was shaping up to be the most boring call shift ever. After literally reading four hours about HIV/AIDS treatments and researching the medication regimens of the HIV/AIDS patients in the hospital, it was time for a break: dinner.
The Wayne State medical students and I took our sweet time with dinner because there were no new admits and nothing new going on on the floor.
When we returned to our boredom, we decided to start IV’s on each other. That was fun. We were trying to kill time until 10.00 so we could go to the call room and watch the Tigers.
Well at 9.55 the senior resident came up and informed us we were going to get three new admits. Next thing I know it’s 3.30 in the morning and we were just finishing aspirating a knee on a women with septic arthritis. (Kids, don’t do IV drugs, like heroin.)
At 2.30 am or sometime around then I received the best and funniest voice mail I have ever heard. I listened to it before I went to bed and woke up laughing. Thanks Jacob.
Part One – The Apology
Morgan, you’re right. I am a motherf**ker. You certainly should have been included in the ‘Lonely’ post I wrote earlier this week.
I have known you since we were Christiancy Cobras. We have traded baseball cards together and shared a hotel room on tour in Toronto. You lived with Jacob for a year and you played poker with Dave, DJ and Kohler on Wednesday nights.
You are certainly included in that list of people who have stayed close for a long time. The problem with those lists is I always forget something important.
My sincerest apologies, sorry Morgan.
Part Two – The Movie
Sure the stunts and sword fights are over the top. I’m sure the finale will have a happy Disney ending as well. But there is no need to bash the new Pirates of the Caribbean, as some critics have.
For all the hammy special effects, the writing of Dead Man’s Chest is full of pleasant and partially expected twists. Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio do an excellent job of weaving humor, suspense, “the dark side of ambition” and vengeful love into the middle of the ‘Pirates’ trilogy.
Johnny Depp is outstanding, as expected, and Keira Knightley shows a seductive pirate side to her already feisty character, Elizabeth Swann.
There are new bad guys, new obstacles and the movie ends in a manner that will force you to see the final installment, which is due out next summer. Go see this movie.
Part Three – Post Call
My call shift yesterday was shaping up to be the most boring call shift ever. After literally reading four hours about HIV/AIDS treatments and researching the medication regimens of the HIV/AIDS patients in the hospital, it was time for a break: dinner.
The Wayne State medical students and I took our sweet time with dinner because there were no new admits and nothing new going on on the floor.
When we returned to our boredom, we decided to start IV’s on each other. That was fun. We were trying to kill time until 10.00 so we could go to the call room and watch the Tigers.
Well at 9.55 the senior resident came up and informed us we were going to get three new admits. Next thing I know it’s 3.30 in the morning and we were just finishing aspirating a knee on a women with septic arthritis. (Kids, don’t do IV drugs, like heroin.)
At 2.30 am or sometime around then I received the best and funniest voice mail I have ever heard. I listened to it before I went to bed and woke up laughing. Thanks Jacob.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Making Time for Some Pirates
I haven’t seen any movies this summer. No time. There never is enough time. I don’t have time to study, I don’t have time to wash my hair, I’ll never get into Stanford…
Anyhoo, Saved by the Bell drama aside, there have been several movies I have wanted to see and I’m slightly disappointed I haven’t seen at least one of them.
I did buy Grandma’s Boy on a whim. It is a funny movie DJ, but that doesn’t count as seeing a new movie.
This Friday, July 7, the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie hit the theatres. This is my must see movie of the summer. I remember thinking when I saw the previews for the first Pirates movie (a skeleton leg crashing down on the ocean floor) this has to be a joke. However, when I learned Johnny Depp was starring in it along with Orlando Bloom and Geoffrey Rush I thought this movie might be good. It was great.
Now Pirates of the Caribbean has become a trilogy. It is that rare combination of intelligent humor with suspenseful action, similar to the Indiana Jones movies that make ‘Pirates’ such a joy to watch. (The parallels between the adventures of Jack Sparrow and Indiana Jones are very apparent, but I’ll save that dissertation for another day.)
I wanted to see The Breakup. I wanted to see Nacho Libre. I hope I find time to see the Strangers with Candy movie, because as A.O. Scott of the New York Times explained, true fans will try to rationalize that it is funnier than it actually is. I’m going to be one of those people. I love Amy Sedaris. I want to see My Super Ex-girlfriend and the other Wilson brother’s movies Cars and You, Me and Dupree. Of course Talladega Nights starring Will Farrell as NASCAR driver Ricky Bobby will be hilarious in that prolonged SNL skit sort of way.
Those are the movies I want or wanted to see. But the one I’ll make sure I see right away is Pirates of Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. I’m like Jessica Spano: I’m so excited, I’m so excited, I’m so…so…scared. The middle piece of a trilogy can often be the weakest link of the series, but I have a feeling Dead Man’s Chest will be more like The Empire Strikes Back or Back to the Future II rather than Temple of Doom.
Anyhoo, Saved by the Bell drama aside, there have been several movies I have wanted to see and I’m slightly disappointed I haven’t seen at least one of them.
I did buy Grandma’s Boy on a whim. It is a funny movie DJ, but that doesn’t count as seeing a new movie.
This Friday, July 7, the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie hit the theatres. This is my must see movie of the summer. I remember thinking when I saw the previews for the first Pirates movie (a skeleton leg crashing down on the ocean floor) this has to be a joke. However, when I learned Johnny Depp was starring in it along with Orlando Bloom and Geoffrey Rush I thought this movie might be good. It was great.
Now Pirates of the Caribbean has become a trilogy. It is that rare combination of intelligent humor with suspenseful action, similar to the Indiana Jones movies that make ‘Pirates’ such a joy to watch. (The parallels between the adventures of Jack Sparrow and Indiana Jones are very apparent, but I’ll save that dissertation for another day.)
I wanted to see The Breakup. I wanted to see Nacho Libre. I hope I find time to see the Strangers with Candy movie, because as A.O. Scott of the New York Times explained, true fans will try to rationalize that it is funnier than it actually is. I’m going to be one of those people. I love Amy Sedaris. I want to see My Super Ex-girlfriend and the other Wilson brother’s movies Cars and You, Me and Dupree. Of course Talladega Nights starring Will Farrell as NASCAR driver Ricky Bobby will be hilarious in that prolonged SNL skit sort of way.
Those are the movies I want or wanted to see. But the one I’ll make sure I see right away is Pirates of Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. I’m like Jessica Spano: I’m so excited, I’m so excited, I’m so…so…scared. The middle piece of a trilogy can often be the weakest link of the series, but I have a feeling Dead Man’s Chest will be more like The Empire Strikes Back or Back to the Future II rather than Temple of Doom.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Lonely? Apparently So Is Everyone Else
I woke up on Sunday when Ozkar attacked my toes. He does that when he’s truly ready to get up and he wants to go play with his toys in the living room.
So I stumbled out of bed, he ran to the living room and eventually we met at my computer. Aww…how cute.
I turned on my computer and went to read the New York Times just like every Sunday morning. The first article that caught my attention was “The Lonely American Just Got a Bit Lonelier.” I thought, “Shit. I live alone and get lonely and I’m American. I don’t want to get lonelier. That’s gonna suck.”
I didn’t get a chance to sit down and really read Henry Fountain’s feature that summarized a new study done by Duke University and the University of Arizona until today when I got back from Coldwater and a Fourth of July celebration.
Fountain explained this new study, which reaffirmed Robert Putnam’s 2000 social commentary, “Bowling Alone,” illustrated Americans are lacking people to tell their deepest and darkest secrets to. Individuals now have become more and more isolated and have only their family, significant other or no one to confide in at all. Despite these continuing trends of alienation, talking with spouses has actually improved the study stated. The study also stated the amount of close friends is closely related to how long someone will live.
I often get bummed about living in Wyandotte removed from my academic haven of East Lansing. I get down when I think Mattress lives in Colorado now and I didn’t take total advantage when he only lived an hour away from me in the MP. It was hard when Jon moved to Dallas. And it was hard when Dave moved to LA to get his music career going, which he has been quite successful doing.
I’m sure there have been times (I know there have been on my part) where I haven’t discussed my “deepest and darkest” secrets with my friends and I have felt lonely. It can get depressing spending Friday nights alone, drinking Pacifico, watching the same movies over and over again and falling asleep on my sister’s couch. I don’t think that I’m getting lonelier from this.
Despite my Friday night date with myself, I can’t think of a group of friends that have stayed closer than our group from high school. DJ and Kohler reside in Monroe, Jacob in Ypsi and Chris in Brighton. Now Jon is back to Lansing. We still make time to get together and hangout. We were all there for each other at the end of April and during those trying times. We got together at the end of June for a happy and celebratory occasion. In between those events there has been numerous parties and gatherings as well as daily texts or emails about the Tigers or Pistons or just funny stuff.
I know this sounds cheesy, but the group of friends who graduated from Monroe High in 1998 have a pretty special bond. And we’ve only added to this group. Katherine, Chris’ new wife, my sister Emily and her friend Brooke and Jeni have all joined in this close group. I’m not sure what it is, but I think an interesting counter-study to this one would be to find groups of friends like ours and see what keeps the relationships so strong and enduring.
Everyone will have bouts of loneliness and it does seem that individual’s lives are becoming increasingly busier, but I’m glad that is not my life. Or I don’t think it is completely. Certainly I can get lonely, but I have a great group of friends and a close family. It seems it would be more important to see what makes people with our type of relationships prosper as opposed to illustrating the worsening of social isolationism.
Interestingly, Fountain interviewed Bill Maier, the vice-president of Focus on the Family, the evangelical Christian Group who opposes gay marriage and homosexuality in general. Maier explained the study’s findings were disturbing and, "We're missing out on deep, meaningful interpersonal relationships." However, his organization is at the forefront of blocking certain interpersonal relations from even forming. I think this evangelical Christian irony is always important to demonstrate.
So I stumbled out of bed, he ran to the living room and eventually we met at my computer. Aww…how cute.
I turned on my computer and went to read the New York Times just like every Sunday morning. The first article that caught my attention was “The Lonely American Just Got a Bit Lonelier.” I thought, “Shit. I live alone and get lonely and I’m American. I don’t want to get lonelier. That’s gonna suck.”
I didn’t get a chance to sit down and really read Henry Fountain’s feature that summarized a new study done by Duke University and the University of Arizona until today when I got back from Coldwater and a Fourth of July celebration.
Fountain explained this new study, which reaffirmed Robert Putnam’s 2000 social commentary, “Bowling Alone,” illustrated Americans are lacking people to tell their deepest and darkest secrets to. Individuals now have become more and more isolated and have only their family, significant other or no one to confide in at all. Despite these continuing trends of alienation, talking with spouses has actually improved the study stated. The study also stated the amount of close friends is closely related to how long someone will live.
I often get bummed about living in Wyandotte removed from my academic haven of East Lansing. I get down when I think Mattress lives in Colorado now and I didn’t take total advantage when he only lived an hour away from me in the MP. It was hard when Jon moved to Dallas. And it was hard when Dave moved to LA to get his music career going, which he has been quite successful doing.
I’m sure there have been times (I know there have been on my part) where I haven’t discussed my “deepest and darkest” secrets with my friends and I have felt lonely. It can get depressing spending Friday nights alone, drinking Pacifico, watching the same movies over and over again and falling asleep on my sister’s couch. I don’t think that I’m getting lonelier from this.
Despite my Friday night date with myself, I can’t think of a group of friends that have stayed closer than our group from high school. DJ and Kohler reside in Monroe, Jacob in Ypsi and Chris in Brighton. Now Jon is back to Lansing. We still make time to get together and hangout. We were all there for each other at the end of April and during those trying times. We got together at the end of June for a happy and celebratory occasion. In between those events there has been numerous parties and gatherings as well as daily texts or emails about the Tigers or Pistons or just funny stuff.
I know this sounds cheesy, but the group of friends who graduated from Monroe High in 1998 have a pretty special bond. And we’ve only added to this group. Katherine, Chris’ new wife, my sister Emily and her friend Brooke and Jeni have all joined in this close group. I’m not sure what it is, but I think an interesting counter-study to this one would be to find groups of friends like ours and see what keeps the relationships so strong and enduring.
Everyone will have bouts of loneliness and it does seem that individual’s lives are becoming increasingly busier, but I’m glad that is not my life. Or I don’t think it is completely. Certainly I can get lonely, but I have a great group of friends and a close family. It seems it would be more important to see what makes people with our type of relationships prosper as opposed to illustrating the worsening of social isolationism.
Interestingly, Fountain interviewed Bill Maier, the vice-president of Focus on the Family, the evangelical Christian Group who opposes gay marriage and homosexuality in general. Maier explained the study’s findings were disturbing and, "We're missing out on deep, meaningful interpersonal relationships." However, his organization is at the forefront of blocking certain interpersonal relations from even forming. I think this evangelical Christian irony is always important to demonstrate.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Captain to Announce Retirement from Red Wings
Steve Yzerman, the Detroit Red Wings Captain for the last 20 years (a NHL record), is expected to announce his retirement from the team at a 1.00 PM press conference at Joe Louis Arena.
Yzerman who has had major knee surgery and a serious eye injury over the last four years still managed to have a productive regular season with the Red Wings playing in 61 games and scoring 14 goals, adding 20 assists with a plus 8 on the ice. During Detroit’s short post-season run he was arguably the most consistent and best forward for the Wings.
The Red Wings drafted Yzerman fourth overall in the 1983 draft and has worn the “C” ever since. The future hall-of-famer suffered losing season after losing season with the Wings in the 80’s, but became part of the most dominant NHL team in the 1990’s. His best statistical season was 1988-1989 in which in amassed 155 points scoring 65 goals with 90 assists and a plus 17 rating.
The Captain did not win his first Stanley Cup until the 1996-1997 season. However, his Red Wings repeated as NHL Champions in the 1997-1998 season as he went on to win the Con Smythe Trophy as the most valuable player in the Stanley Cup Finals. Yzerman won his third and final Stanley Cup in the 2001-2002 season.
Defenseman, Nicklas Lidstrom, is the most likely candidate to wear the coveted “C’ next year for the Detroit Red Wings.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
The Week in Review: Chris and Katherine Rule
Congratulations Christopher and Katherine Merritt. (I know it's blurry, but it was the best pic of the newly weds I have.)
Everyone who reads this must know that you two were married this past Friday June 30, 2006. It was an excellent ceremony and an outstanding reception. I’m sure you both are having a great honeymoon in Hawaii.
I took a vacation this week, but it was just as busy as when I was working. I’m absolutely exhausted and I’m pretty sure my body is damaged from lack of sleep, greasy foods and alcohol. If I’m this tired, I can’t imagine how Chris and Katherine must feel.
The week started off with Chris’ bachelor party: go-kart racing, drinking, shaving chests and then the best baseball game any of us have ever seen in person. The Tigers are good. Sunday was a pseudo-recovery day, because a new rock ‘n’ roll band was forming as the Minus Grover alums got together and started writing some new tunes.
On Monday drinks at Lou and Harry’s and then more beer at Jeni’s house off to East Lansing and FajitaRita, followed me. Ozkar tried to kill Jeni multiple times. He usually is very friendly. Tuesday was another pseudo-recovery day as I got ready to head down to Monroe to meet my parents for the fireworks in Detroit on Wednesday. The whole day Wednesday was spent in Hart Plaza and climatically concluded with fireworks.
Then the crazy fun began. Thursday was the rehearsal. I got my hair trimmed a bit, ran and then was off to Northville. The rehearsal was good, the dinner was awesome and then those who could continued the party at Barberry St. in the Dotte. Things got out of control that night and Merrittman, Matt, Jon and I ended up at the Circle K waiting for the cashier to get done going to the bathroom so we could get food and more beer. Surprisingly I woke up on Friday ready to go, no hangover. The Minus G alums jammed again closing with Breed by Nirvana as Chris’ last song as a ‘’single man.” Then it was off to the wedding. Then the reception. Then the after party. All of these, minus the actually wedding, included more and more alcohol. There were some photo shoots; there was some elbows dropped on cookies; there was some Bible reading; more photo shoots.
Saturday hit me hard…most likely because of the breakfast at Denny’s. My body was mad at me and didn’t allow me to get off of my couch all day Saturday. Today, I’m feeling somewhat back together, but not quite. Tomorrow I start at Henry Ford Main on an internal medicine service. I also have to start my applications for residency. I had planned on doing that over the vacation, but more pressing issues took the forefront.
Chris and Katherine, thank you for letting me be a part of your special day. It was a great success, just as your marriage will be. I’m sorry about my original wedding gift, but waiting sixteen weeks to give it to you was too long. You’ll have a different gift when you return from your honeymoon.
Everyone who reads this must know that you two were married this past Friday June 30, 2006. It was an excellent ceremony and an outstanding reception. I’m sure you both are having a great honeymoon in Hawaii.
I took a vacation this week, but it was just as busy as when I was working. I’m absolutely exhausted and I’m pretty sure my body is damaged from lack of sleep, greasy foods and alcohol. If I’m this tired, I can’t imagine how Chris and Katherine must feel.
The week started off with Chris’ bachelor party: go-kart racing, drinking, shaving chests and then the best baseball game any of us have ever seen in person. The Tigers are good. Sunday was a pseudo-recovery day, because a new rock ‘n’ roll band was forming as the Minus Grover alums got together and started writing some new tunes.
On Monday drinks at Lou and Harry’s and then more beer at Jeni’s house off to East Lansing and FajitaRita, followed me. Ozkar tried to kill Jeni multiple times. He usually is very friendly. Tuesday was another pseudo-recovery day as I got ready to head down to Monroe to meet my parents for the fireworks in Detroit on Wednesday. The whole day Wednesday was spent in Hart Plaza and climatically concluded with fireworks.
Then the crazy fun began. Thursday was the rehearsal. I got my hair trimmed a bit, ran and then was off to Northville. The rehearsal was good, the dinner was awesome and then those who could continued the party at Barberry St. in the Dotte. Things got out of control that night and Merrittman, Matt, Jon and I ended up at the Circle K waiting for the cashier to get done going to the bathroom so we could get food and more beer. Surprisingly I woke up on Friday ready to go, no hangover. The Minus G alums jammed again closing with Breed by Nirvana as Chris’ last song as a ‘’single man.” Then it was off to the wedding. Then the reception. Then the after party. All of these, minus the actually wedding, included more and more alcohol. There were some photo shoots; there was some elbows dropped on cookies; there was some Bible reading; more photo shoots.
Saturday hit me hard…most likely because of the breakfast at Denny’s. My body was mad at me and didn’t allow me to get off of my couch all day Saturday. Today, I’m feeling somewhat back together, but not quite. Tomorrow I start at Henry Ford Main on an internal medicine service. I also have to start my applications for residency. I had planned on doing that over the vacation, but more pressing issues took the forefront.
Chris and Katherine, thank you for letting me be a part of your special day. It was a great success, just as your marriage will be. I’m sorry about my original wedding gift, but waiting sixteen weeks to give it to you was too long. You’ll have a different gift when you return from your honeymoon.
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