Stuff and stuff
- The next Cringe is in two weeks: Wednesday, May 4, again at Freddy’s. Email if you’re interested in reading, because it’s filling up quickly.
- I played some laser tag Sunday night with Evie and Aaron, who are really funny, although way more into Tony Danza than you might think. I’m sad to report that Red Team lost twice to Green Team, and that I personally witnessed some Red Team members running in the game zone, even though we had just promised not to run in the game zone. I love all the oaths involved with the laser tag scene. It’s like being straightedge, but with more gear. I played under the code name Kurt Loder, as a cross-country shout-out to my old war buddy Steve Gooch, but the most interesting code name had to be the mysterious “Smackahoe,” who was in reality a very calm and quiet young man named David. We knew his name was David because it kept running across the LCD screen on his belt buckle. (Pay attention here, those who are in the market to buy me birthday presents in less than two months: David bought his on the street at 23rd & Broadway.)
- Also seen at the arcade:
Is it too dark for you to see his yarmulke? I hope not. Evie said, “I think that game he’s playing is called Gazatron.”
- Rooster update: sadly, rooster has still not been cooked or eaten. And apparently does not limit his crowing to the daylight hours, as learned while in the middle of an attempted serious conversation in my bedroom at 2 am Saturday night/Sunday morning. There was some big talk last week on Josh and Ryan’s part of a furious Hunter S. Thompson-esque coke binge that would result in them staying up all night and then finding the offending rooster at sun up, using only their ears, wits, and coke-addled instincts to seek out the bird, and then, by stealth, sneaking into whatever yard or house it was and killing it, either with a BB gun or by wringing its neck, but this plan quickly unraveled into Josh just emailing me the lyrics to “Rooster” by Alice in Chains once everyone was sober and at work again the next day.
- Did I ever show you this shirt, made by Dave G.? Because I meant to. I’ll refrain from sharing the other shot, showcasing my windblown Coney Island Easter Sunday hair. Man, internet. We really haven’t talked in awhile, have we?
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