Here's an amusing story. I was walking in the park with Angie over the Labor Day weekend, and we were about at the halfway point for our trek. This particular part of the park is marked by a flat, grassy area with several tall trees spread throughout. Usually it's an elegant and serene location--except for that particular day. What did we find instead of serenity and elegance?
In a word, nerds.
Specifically, we found some Dungeons & Dragons/Dragonball Z film nerds. One pencil-necked dude and a fat guy (both wearing some kind of fur over their jeans and t-shirts) were doing several takes of a sword fight in which the fat guy's line was "Now you shall know my true power!". They were observed by a guy who looked like he was trying to be some kind of hybrid beatnik, Mexican, and Japanese deity, as he was garbed in attire reminiscent of each.
I had to suppress my instincts, which screamed at me to find rocks and start hurling them at the "actors," for Angie's sake. So I settled for just snorting derisively as we walked by. I guess that's just the way these things go.
You know, I've really come to enjoy martinis over the course of the past several months. I got into them when I went to the State bar down in Houston with Matt, Renee, and their wedding party when we went there the night of their wedding rehearsal. You know, that was a fun night. I went out on the town with Matt's friends Aabir and Mike after everyone turned in for the evening. One of Aabir's friends from his days at the University of Texas, a really sweet gal, drove us around to a few different bars. We got back to the hotel at a pretty late hour, and I stumbled into the hotel room Matt and I were staying in the night before the wedding. It was dark, and as I walked toward my bed to pass out, I walked smack into the sharp corner of a wall that sort of blocked off the vanity part of the room. It hurt. Matt and I laughed about it, and then I passed out. That next morning, I woke up and just casually felt my forehead as I got my bearings.
In doing so, I felt dry blood. I asked Matt if my forehead was bloody, and he said "Uh, yeah, it definitely looks like you split your forehead open." My heart pretty much stopped at that point, because it was Matt's wedding day and I thought for sure that a bloody gash across my forehead was going to ruin their wedding pictures.
I scribbed of the blood, and it turned out that I had just been bleeding from a tiny, shallow laceration right in the middle of my forehead. You could barely even see it. We got a good laugh out of that, and Matt of course told his mom the whole story when she called him that morning. She showed up at our room as I was getting out of the shower, and of course, she immediately looked at my forehead and started laughing.
The moral of the story? Don't drink a lot the night before your best friend's wedding and then bust your head open.
Damn. I really miss Matt and his family.
When they were in the area back in January, Matt's brother-in-law, Pablo, made some excellent martinis for us. I like most martinis anyway, but developed a particular taste for the classic vodka martini.
That very same night, I set up my first date with Angie. Those of you out there who have been reading this blog for a long time will recall that we stopped at a martini bar, the Starlight Lounge, for a drink after dinner that night. That remains one of my favorite things to do when Angie and I go out: getting a good drink at "our" bar and talking and enjoying each other's company. I'd do so every week if we could get away with it, but time is rarely on our side.
Anyway, I'm curious as to what everyone else's favorite martini recipe is. Mine is pretty simple: In a shaker, mix crushed ice, 3-4oz. vodka, and extra dry vermouth to taste. Shake it until the shaker turns frosty, and then pour it into a marini glass with three olives.
Of course, it should go without saying that my beverage of choice for tonight's blog is, in fact, just such a martini.
In other news, the new season of Nip/Tuck started last week. I've been watching a new episode as I type this. As usual, the events that transpire are pretty messed up. In tonight's episode, Kimber convinces Matt to join the "Church" of Scientology, complete with an auditing session. That was just the tip of the iceberg, obviously, as I can't recall many more of the episodes events here without blushing. To say the least, it didn't play out like a "Family Circus" comic strip. It's also worth noting that they've been using a lot of music from Gotan Project.
Want to see something funny? Run a Google image search for "Family Circus The Nameless Horror" or "The Cthulhu Circus." If you're not a fan of H.P. Lovecraft, you probably won't get it or find it amusing.
So, how familiar are you all with the Fair Tax movement? If you're not, you should be. After all, it deals with something near and dear to everyone: their hard earned money, and the way it is taxed. It's a pretty simple theory, and you should check it out because it's a grassroots movement that has really picked up some steam. I've been observing it for about two years now, and has started gaining a lot of attention. There were even folks handing out bumper stickers for it at the Nebraska State Fair, and just this morning, an official from the FairTax.org non-profit group was on 1400 a.m. here in Lincoln. Pay attention; this is something that could literally change your life if it goes into effect. How, you ask? Decide for yourself.
Would you like to know more?
At long last, the college football season is here! And not a moment too soon. This is an absolutely glorious time of the year. The Huskers have started out really strong, too. We beat Louisiana Tech 49-10 in the season opener, and then beat tiny Nicholls State 56-7. The latter was a Division I-AA school, but the game went exactly as it should have. We really did a good job of establishing the running game, and the defense has been good, too. (Although, the secondary does make me a little nervous.) Our first great test of the season, perhaps the biggest game we've played with Bill Callahan as coach, comes around this Saturday. We play the University of Southern California Trojans in L.A. on Saturday evening. It'll be a really, really tough game to win. USC has won two of the past three national championships and is loaded with top notch talent.
That said, they're not the invincible monolith of athleticism that some would make them out to be. I think we can beat them. We'll have to play an excellent game to do it, but something about this year's Husker team is really special and I think they can pull it off. Nebraska 35, USC 28.
That's it for tonight.
Look for the secret haiku.
It won't be too tough.
Fight the good fight, and keep hope alive.
Love,
Nate
In a word, nerds.
Specifically, we found some Dungeons & Dragons/Dragonball Z film nerds. One pencil-necked dude and a fat guy (both wearing some kind of fur over their jeans and t-shirts) were doing several takes of a sword fight in which the fat guy's line was "Now you shall know my true power!". They were observed by a guy who looked like he was trying to be some kind of hybrid beatnik, Mexican, and Japanese deity, as he was garbed in attire reminiscent of each.
I had to suppress my instincts, which screamed at me to find rocks and start hurling them at the "actors," for Angie's sake. So I settled for just snorting derisively as we walked by. I guess that's just the way these things go.
You know, I've really come to enjoy martinis over the course of the past several months. I got into them when I went to the State bar down in Houston with Matt, Renee, and their wedding party when we went there the night of their wedding rehearsal. You know, that was a fun night. I went out on the town with Matt's friends Aabir and Mike after everyone turned in for the evening. One of Aabir's friends from his days at the University of Texas, a really sweet gal, drove us around to a few different bars. We got back to the hotel at a pretty late hour, and I stumbled into the hotel room Matt and I were staying in the night before the wedding. It was dark, and as I walked toward my bed to pass out, I walked smack into the sharp corner of a wall that sort of blocked off the vanity part of the room. It hurt. Matt and I laughed about it, and then I passed out. That next morning, I woke up and just casually felt my forehead as I got my bearings.
In doing so, I felt dry blood. I asked Matt if my forehead was bloody, and he said "Uh, yeah, it definitely looks like you split your forehead open." My heart pretty much stopped at that point, because it was Matt's wedding day and I thought for sure that a bloody gash across my forehead was going to ruin their wedding pictures.
I scribbed of the blood, and it turned out that I had just been bleeding from a tiny, shallow laceration right in the middle of my forehead. You could barely even see it. We got a good laugh out of that, and Matt of course told his mom the whole story when she called him that morning. She showed up at our room as I was getting out of the shower, and of course, she immediately looked at my forehead and started laughing.
The moral of the story? Don't drink a lot the night before your best friend's wedding and then bust your head open.
Damn. I really miss Matt and his family.
When they were in the area back in January, Matt's brother-in-law, Pablo, made some excellent martinis for us. I like most martinis anyway, but developed a particular taste for the classic vodka martini.
That very same night, I set up my first date with Angie. Those of you out there who have been reading this blog for a long time will recall that we stopped at a martini bar, the Starlight Lounge, for a drink after dinner that night. That remains one of my favorite things to do when Angie and I go out: getting a good drink at "our" bar and talking and enjoying each other's company. I'd do so every week if we could get away with it, but time is rarely on our side.
Anyway, I'm curious as to what everyone else's favorite martini recipe is. Mine is pretty simple: In a shaker, mix crushed ice, 3-4oz. vodka, and extra dry vermouth to taste. Shake it until the shaker turns frosty, and then pour it into a marini glass with three olives.
Of course, it should go without saying that my beverage of choice for tonight's blog is, in fact, just such a martini.
In other news, the new season of Nip/Tuck started last week. I've been watching a new episode as I type this. As usual, the events that transpire are pretty messed up. In tonight's episode, Kimber convinces Matt to join the "Church" of Scientology, complete with an auditing session. That was just the tip of the iceberg, obviously, as I can't recall many more of the episodes events here without blushing. To say the least, it didn't play out like a "Family Circus" comic strip. It's also worth noting that they've been using a lot of music from Gotan Project.
Want to see something funny? Run a Google image search for "Family Circus The Nameless Horror" or "The Cthulhu Circus." If you're not a fan of H.P. Lovecraft, you probably won't get it or find it amusing.
So, how familiar are you all with the Fair Tax movement? If you're not, you should be. After all, it deals with something near and dear to everyone: their hard earned money, and the way it is taxed. It's a pretty simple theory, and you should check it out because it's a grassroots movement that has really picked up some steam. I've been observing it for about two years now, and has started gaining a lot of attention. There were even folks handing out bumper stickers for it at the Nebraska State Fair, and just this morning, an official from the FairTax.org non-profit group was on 1400 a.m. here in Lincoln. Pay attention; this is something that could literally change your life if it goes into effect. How, you ask? Decide for yourself.
Would you like to know more?
At long last, the college football season is here! And not a moment too soon. This is an absolutely glorious time of the year. The Huskers have started out really strong, too. We beat Louisiana Tech 49-10 in the season opener, and then beat tiny Nicholls State 56-7. The latter was a Division I-AA school, but the game went exactly as it should have. We really did a good job of establishing the running game, and the defense has been good, too. (Although, the secondary does make me a little nervous.) Our first great test of the season, perhaps the biggest game we've played with Bill Callahan as coach, comes around this Saturday. We play the University of Southern California Trojans in L.A. on Saturday evening. It'll be a really, really tough game to win. USC has won two of the past three national championships and is loaded with top notch talent.
That said, they're not the invincible monolith of athleticism that some would make them out to be. I think we can beat them. We'll have to play an excellent game to do it, but something about this year's Husker team is really special and I think they can pull it off. Nebraska 35, USC 28.
That's it for tonight.
Look for the secret haiku.
It won't be too tough.
Fight the good fight, and keep hope alive.
Love,
Nate
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