Well, children, I hope most of you had a good Christmas and some of you are having a good Hanukkah. And are any of you celebrating Kwanzaa? Actually, does anyone out there even know anyone who's celebrating Kwanzaa? Let me know if you do.
I, for one, had a great Christmas. The Huddies and I opened our gifts the night before, in true Becky fashion. We both loved our gifts: a California state flag for them, a coffeehouse gift card and the Monk-Coltrane at Carnegie Hall CD for me. We were going to go on a hike to the Hollywood sign on Christmas morning, but then remembered the Pistons were on at 9:30 a.m. So instead we watched the game while munching on my delicious scrambled eggs. We burned the rest of the daylight hours with phone conversations back home, more basketball, and general laziness.
Then, as the sun began to set, Mike and I picked up Ryan Ward and we sped out to Santa Monica in attempts to catch the sunset. I was going to lie about this part, but I have to keep it real on Rocket Fever: It was cold and cloudy at the beach. Happy, Midwesterners?
After Santa Monica, we headed for the old homestead: Ye Rustic Inn. The rest of the night was spent drinking, talking, drinking, meeting up with Becky, drinking, meeting up with Warren, you know, and have an uplifting and out-of-the-blue phone conversation with Pat Muir. I can't tell you how good it felt to talk to that guy. See you in Vegas, Pat.
The night ended with a ride home from Warren, who had only one drink, me running up and down the street with my shirt off, and Mike kicking me in the leg -- hard -- for some reason.
All in all, a memorable first Christmas in L.A.
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It was only a matter of time before the papers began to pick up on "Lazy Sunday."
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Interesting story in USA Today. Wonder if it'll create any buzz.
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I usually hate celebrity stories, but this one is right up my ally.
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This is why I love reading The Roanoke Times. It has great detail and captures the voice of the folks down there so perfectly (although, in true RT fashion it's just a bit too long).
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8 comments:
That's funny, Craig. Buzz. Real cute.
Two things:
1. By cold and cloudy at the beach, he means it was 60. So get bent, Midwesterners.
2. You know dammmm well why I kicked you.
Craig and Mike,
It was indeed good to speak with you Sunday night, though I could barely even tell that was Mike, what with the bad connection and incoherent shouting.
Craig, on the other hand, was a "very coherent and articulate drunk" according to my girlfriend with whom he also chatted for five minutes or so.
As for the leg kicking, Mike, it would be wise to keep in mind that Craig is more fragile than most of us and should be treated with a certain degree of gentleness.
--PDM
Patrick,
Agreed. Let's just say that this temporary pain will most likely spare the young Gaines from a future severe beating.
It hurt me more than him.
Treat me with a degree of gentleness? This from the guy who pummeled me at Becky's apartment and then picked me up and threw me across the newsroom to test the phrase "I don't trust you as far as I can throw you"?
Please
Craig,
It was your reaction to those incidents that made me realize you might need that "degree of gentleness."
You seemed to be genuinely physically hurt by what I had thought at the time was a pretty light pummeling. I mean, for god's sake, you should have seen the throwdowns Oscar Mazariegos and I had when he lived there. It wasn't a Friday night unless one of us was bashing the other's head into a wall or floor. But I don't drink like that anymore. Not often, anyway.
So, yes, despite the fact I beat you up once or twice, I have learned that you require a gentle touch. And I never pummeled you again after that.
Sincerely,
Your Daddy, Bitch
This is true. Ever since that incident, you always handled me like a Ritz-Carlton maid would a pillow.
thanks for the drunk dial from ye old rustic on christmas night..surpise I remembered it:)
hope you guys ring in 2006 with a bang (hiccup). i'll have a drink for yas down under.
peace
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