The Old Dude Saturday Night thread
The_Hook_Up
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just had some pork and cucumber dumplings with ponzu and ginger. Drinkin' Negra Modelo and listenin' to Yusef Lateef...inhalin'
gonna stick with the saxes on Atlantic and put on some Eddie Harris, havent listened to him in years...call me Mr. Saturday Night.
gonna stick with the saxes on Atlantic and put on some Eddie Harris, havent listened to him in years...call me Mr. Saturday Night.
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I'm going out again tonight to see a band and I'm absolutely dreading it. So old.
had some Black Sesame Ice Cream and now listenin' to Roy Wood "Boulders"...
Drinking....
Listening to....
reading this
listening to this
:feelin_it:
Dude, I need some more stuff like this or Bobby Caldwell.
I would say shoot me now, but I don't deserve to have a bullet wasted on me.
I went and watched a band even older than me (English Dogs, 80's UK punk/metal crossover), rode the bike around in 15 degree weather, had a bunch of Newcastle ... now I'm home watching hockey highlights and eating this blackberry pie my Moms had shipped to me from some bakery in Kansas for Valentine's Day ??? ??? LOVE U MOM!!! ??? ???
here's a song for the Strutter Saturday Night:
WHOA. The last time I saw them live was at some point back in the 80s. Their "Where Legend Began" album is serious. Are they touring the U.S.?
I love her. Seriously. Just the right amount of fun and goofiness for me. Plus you can't deny her breath control when it comes to the rappity rapps.
Karmin > Iggy Azalea, Kesha and Kreayshawn.
Not that that's saying much, but you know.
Ha, I watched this, too. I'd never heard of Karmin before (it's good to be disconnected sometimes), but I thought it was hilarious that it's ostensibly a duo, but they only showed the guy when he harmonized the "uh-oh," and even then, half of those shots went to the guitar player who apparently isn't even a real member of the "group."
Yeah, they'll be up your way in a week and a half or so:
http://www.songkick.com/artists/536315-english-dogs/calendar
My 'Old Dude Saturday Night' was spent having dinner in a cabin rental with wifey, a colleague, his wife, son, and mother-in-law having dinner, drinking wine, and nursing my soreness from braving the slopes in the Poconos. Maybe, one day I'll graduate from the bunny slopes, though I'll can't ever see me killing the Black Diamonds like my cat does on the regular. I now know why skiing isn't my sport! Oh well, nonetheless, it was a great time had by all.
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak
Stacks,
You may appreciate my ???Bunny Hill??? story. When I was about 16 some friends talked me into going skiing at Hunter Mountain in upstate NY. Having never done it before I was nervous but my buddy promised me it was easy and I???d start on the ???Bunny Hill??? with little kids and work my way up. I didn???t have the kind of money needed to buy all the usual ski clothing so I brought a brand new pair of Levis and a sweatshirt. When we got there I rented some skis and was ready to go. My friends lead me to the chairlift and I got on. We started to go up, and up, and it became obvious real fast that this was no ???Bunny Hill???. When we got to the top there was a sign that read ???HELL GATE??? and my buddies laughed and headed down the mountain.
I stared down what looked like a friggin cliff and begged the chairlift operator to let me ride the chair back down. He said it was not possible and that I would have to ski down to the bottom. At this point I have to tell you that this was in late November and there really wasn???t that much snowfall yet that season so they had these snow machines that would shoot out a chemical based snow onto the mountain. I stood there for a good 10 minutes and then decided I had to start moving or freeze my ass off. I started down the hill, made it about 10 feet and fell. Got up, tried it again and made it about another 10 feet. At this point I realized that this was the only way I was going to make it down safely???.go 10 feet ???.fall???get up and do it again. By the time I made it to the bottom of the hill I must have fallen 50-100 times. I was pretty pissed off at what my friends had done and they were there waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain laughing their asses off while pointing back up the hill. I turned around and saw that the chemical from the fake snow had attacked the blue dye in my new Levis and every place I had fallen now had a long blue streak. Even people I didn???t know were pointing at me and calling me by my new nickname ???The Blue Streak???.
I made my way over to the Bunny Hill and by the end of the day I was a pretty decent beginner skier. I probably went back 20-30 times and actually got pretty good at it. I never did buy any of that fancy ski wear and bought a decent pair of skis at a Garage sale. It???s one of the few things I miss about no longer living in NY.