Archive for October, 2007

More Halloween fun

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

Behold the Hogwart-osphere. (Hat tip: Glenn.)

Happy Halloween!

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

"Trick or treat!"

"Give me some f***ing candy or I’ll shoot you in the face!"

UPDATE: Here’s a far less scary jack-o-lantern… well, unless you’re a Rockies or Yankees fan:

More Red Sox pumpkins here.

By the way, credit for the Cheney pumpkin (Dick-o-Lantern?) goes to Bill Z Bubb. (Hat tip: Phillip Torrone.)

Free tacos: the day after

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

Jacoby Ellsbury, the Red Sox rookie whose stolen base in Game 2 of the World Series triggered Taco Bell’s "Steal a Base, Steal a Taco" promotion — or, as I like to call it, "Free Tacos for Brendan’s Birthday" — got a free taco himself yesterday, with a side order of fan adoration.

The promotion was such a success in Boston that it snarled traffic in some areas; one Taco Bell drive-thru in Quincy had to be shut down by police because the long line was disrupting traffic on nearby streets. (Heh.) There was also a pretty long line at the Taco Bell that I went to in Denver, and according to the Rocky Mountain News, local Taco Bell locations gave away an average of 200 to 500 tacos.

I’m just glad I was able to take part in this transcendent cultural phenomenon.
Someday, when my daughter asks me, "Daddy, where were you when Taco
Bell gave out free tacos?," I’ll be able to tell her that I was in Denver, at the Taco Bell on the 16th Street Mall, and yes, I got a free taco, and yes, it was yummy. Ah yes, many years from now, we’ll be recalling the events of 10/30/07, and I’ll be able to prove that I was there.   


Actually, though, this article suggests that Free Taco Day wasn’t such a big deal outside of Boston and Denver… which makes sense, as Taco Bell really didn’t promote it very much — there weren’t even signs in front of the restaurants announcing "free tacos today!" — outside of Fox’s on-air shilling during the World Series. And the Series got dismal ratings nationwide… but the ratings were, of course, much higher in Boston and Denver. So I daresay more people in those cities were aware of their opportunity get free tacos.

P.S. On the other hand, Taco Bell spokesman Will Bortz said "we have seen a huge response in New York and New Jersey," as well as South Carolina, Oregon and California. "A lot of people are jumping to get their tacos," he asserted. "Who doesn’t like a free taco?" Or free publicity, for that matter, eh Will? Heh.

How my birthday became unexpectedly awesome

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

At 10:45 PM last night, I was sitting on an MTA bus in Nashville, brooding silently. My "worst birthday ever" was winding down with a whimper. Oh, I’d had fun counting down to midnight with Kristy the night before (after which she serenaded me with an interpretive dance to the strains of Journey’s "Don’t Stop Believin’," played on my iTunes), and of course, I’d gotten my free taco from Taco Bell. But mostly, my 26th birthday had been drudgery: a six-hour mandatory CLE class, a pair of Southwest flights that had gotten me from Denver to Nashville, and now a couple of lonely bus rides. At 10:45, I was en route to the Greyhound station, from which I would depart for Knoxville. It looked like I’d be spending the final 75 minutes of my birthday travelling to, and then waiting around in, a grungy Greyhound station. (My bus wasn’t scheduled to leave until 12:45 AM.) I was cranky, I missed Becky, and I was just generally annoyed about the overall suckiness of my birthday.

When the bus dropped me off at around 11:00, things got even worse, because now I was in the heart of Nashville at 5th and Broadway — which, for those who don’t know, is the home of a whole bunch of great honky-tonk bars. The sound of live music was wafting out into the street, tempting and torturing me.

I would love, I thought, to spend the last hour of my birthday sitting in a bar, listening to some live country music. And with almost two hours until my bus was scheduled to leave, and the bus station only three blocks away, I had time to do just that. But it was (I thought) logistically impossible: I was dragging around a suitcase and a garment bag and hauling a heavy backpack with, among other things, my laptop inside it. With all that luggage, I’d barely have fit through the door of one of the bars. And it’s not like I could leave my luggage somewhere. I was traveling alone, so I had nobody to watch my stuff. So I turned away from the awesomeness of Nashville nightlife and resigned myself to the fact that the last hour of my birthday would be just as crappy as the first 23 hours. Up the hill toward the Greyhound station I walked, still brooding.

But then! When I got to the station at around 11:10, I beheld a miracle: it has lockers!!! Okay, maybe not a "miracle," but a possibility I hadn’t considered, for sure. Anyway, yeah, the station has lockers — big ones — so I didn’t hesitate: I picked up my bus ticket at will call, then stuffed all of my bags into a locker, secured it, and headed right back out into the night, back to 5th & Broadway, to finish off my birthday in style.

It was about 11:25 when I got back there, so I figured I had about 35 minutes at the bars before I needed to head back to the station. Naturally, I resolved to make the most of it. So I started out at Second Fiddle, where I listened to a couple of songs; then I headed to Layla’s Bluegrass Inn for a couple more songs; then to Tootsies for a couple more (including "Happy Birthday," although they were singing it to an attractive young lady on the dance floor, not to me); and finally (or so I thought) to Legends Corner for yet a couple more. Totally awesome.

When the band at Legends finished playing "Sweet Home Alabama," which I love, and I saw that it was 11:58, I figured that was my cue to leave. So I tipped the band and headed out, crossing the street with every intention of turning away and trudging back up to the Greyhound station. But then I glanced into the window of the Full Moon Saloon, and found myself drawn inexorably inside by the gravitational pull of the comely female fiddle player in the snug blue jeans. (It was the fiddle that drew me in, of course; I love fiddles. What did you think I meant?) Unfortunately, that band wrapped up their set literally 20 or 30 seconds after I walked in the door, so I headed back out onto the street again… but now my appetite was whetted for one more bar, one more band, one or two more songs. Hey, it’s only your 26th birthday once!

It was midnight now, but I reckoned I could afford another 5 or 10 minutes. So I slipped into The Wheel next door. The band there played a couple of nice songs, and then at around 12:07, busted out Johnny Cash’s "Ring of Fire." Now that is a thoroughly proper way to end a session of honky-tonk bar-hopping, not to mention a birthday (albeit a few minutes late). I hooted as they started playing it, sang along for the chorus, then walked back out the door (applauding as I went) after they finished. I turned left and headed back toward the Greyhound station. It was 12:11 AM. I got back to the station at 12:19, retrieved my stuff from the locker, and made my 12:45 bus with plenty of time to spare. I even got a good seat.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a crappy birthday turns awesome at (literally) the eleventh hour. In 45 minutes, I went to six bars, listened to six bands, and totally redeemed my birthday. Then I slept like a baby on the bus ride home. And I’m half-consciously humming "Ring of Fire" as I write this.

I love Nashville. :)

The end of an era

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

I took this picture in Denver. Now I'm in Kansas City, where the plane has a stopover before continuing to Nashville. Sitting near a mother and two little kids, I realized: this is very likely the last time I'll travel when I'm not a dad. Holy cow.

Free taco!

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

Thanks, Jacoby!

Mmm, tacos

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

Waiting in line for my free birthday taco, courtesy of Taco Bell and Jacoby Ellsbury.

Tancredo won’t seek re-election

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

What a shame. Who now will call for nuking Mecca? … Don't get too excited, though. He's still running for president, and "if" he fails to win the nomination, he may run for Senate. Ugh.

Worst birthday ever?

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

There's nothing like spending your birthday sitting through a boring, six-hour-long mandatory Colorado Bar Association ethics class… ugh.

Baseball’s not over. What are you talking about?

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

Here’s what’s going on as of today in baseball.  If you thought that baseball was going away until spring, you were wrong.  :-) 

Have no fear, I’ll be keeping you all updated throughout the "off" season.


Happy Birthday to meeee

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

According to a survey in Glamour earlier this year, the average person begins to consider him/herself an adult at age 26.

Well, I guess that means I’m officially an adult.

Though I have a feeling the real, undeniable confirmation of my adulthood will arrive in about two months

P.S. I set this post to publish at 9:22 AM Eastern — my birth time. :)

Favorite 1960s documentary?

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

Becky asked me to ask y’all if you have any favorite 1960s documentaries. The reason for her query is super-secret, but she could definitely use some suggestions, so please leave ’em in comments if you’ve got ’em!

Bambi makes top 25 horror movie list

Monday, October 29th, 2007

Nosferatu, Frankenstein, Carrie, those are horror movies, but Bambi?!?

Nice horsies

Monday, October 29th, 2007

The Budweiser Clydesdales are here for Monday Night Football.

UPDATE: More MNF pregame photos here, including me with the Clydesdales and the Budweiser dalmatian. Oh, and these guys:

I’ve heard of cheese-heads, but a cheese-ass? Heh.

Soxtober pics

Monday, October 29th, 2007

I’ve posted my photos of last night’s Red Sox celebration on Flickr. Some are regular digital photos, some are cell-phone pics, and some are screen grabs from my video of the end of the game. (By the way, I just posted a brighter version of the video. The original version was kinda too dark to see what was going on.)

You can also view the photos in slideshow form if you like. Here’s one of ’em:

Getting to watch the Red Sox win the World Series in a bar packed wall-to-wall with Boston fans — in the heart of enemy territory, downtown Denver, no less — more than made up for something I’ve always regretted: when the Sox won the 2004 World Series, I was watching in the rather uninteresting environment of my couch at Fischer Grad Residences, with just one other person (a classmate who wasn’t even really a Sox fan), while a bunch of my 1L classmates, who had a paper due the next day and thus had been at the library all evening, were (unbeknownst to me until the next day) gathered in the Law Lounge watching together, and then got to witness Rob from Boston, a lifelong die-hard Sox fan who never thought he’d see them actually win the Series, go completely nuts, jumping up on tables and running out into the night screaming his head off. I always regretted that I missed that. But last night was even better.