I usually hate these things . . .

But, via Beaucoup Kevin, I couldn't help but find this one pretty accurate:


Dorothy Parker writes you, you wonderfully urbane,
witty boozehound, you.


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Internerd Drinkery

This past week saw one of the awesomest, most holy Internerd Gatherings KNOWN TO MAN. How do I know? I know because I WAS THERE. I was a PART OF THIS MOMENTOUS OCCASION.

And I have pictures for those of you who are interested.

Who took part in this debacle? Seen, from left to right in these two poorly-taken photos, they are internet personality and bon vivant F-dot; Closet Optimist and reality TV sexpert Jason Borelli; me; and English gadabout and comic-maker Merlin.




Also hanging out were a kickass group of cowboys and Indians, including Caped Cowboy and One Armed Indian. They are/were/always will be awesome.



Here, Caped Cowboy looks on as Merlin pontificates wisely:



I loved our friends.



I disapproved when girls tried to hurt them.



My retaliation was swift and fierce.



My satisfaction was both sweet and drunk.



Next time, they would have to mess with F-DOT!!!!!



After that the pictures lost all sense whatsoever. Enjoy.

Bombs

So I went to a former student's birthday party this weekend. J is probably my all-time favorite. Totally sweet, extremely smart, artistically talented, a good writer, and a wicked sense of humor developing, too. I had her immediate elder sister for a week as a sub, and she's also fun. And the eldest I never taught but have befriended along with the rest of the family. Anyway, I had a good time and I think everyone else did.

Another former student of mine attended the party, and when I was leaving, she said, "Mr. Rice, watch out on the subway. There's lots of bombs on it now. If you see someone come on with a weird coat or a box just get out."

Thanks, JM. I'll keep that in mind.

Pictures from Kids

So a good friend of mine taught a 5th grade class this past year and a good friend of ours is a photographer (photographess? That doesn't work). Anyway, they worked together and had the teacher's class take cameras and shoot photos of their environment. I have to say, it's pretty fucking great. It's got that innate sense of art and beauty that kids have until around the junior high stage. No self-consciousness, just making what looks good and feels good to them. You should check it out.

So, yeah. Bit more than a week into summer vacation.

This is nice. I am not yet bored. I've spent a good deal of the time at Lisa's, so that helps. Other activities: eating well, drinking well, spending too much money, designing a D&D campaign. It's nice to be nerdy.

The other day I decided to do an all-day bar crawl. Lisa was at work and I was going home that night, so why not? Well, it was going along just fine until WHAM I finally ran into Roger, the amazing bartender from the late, great 9C. He's a manager at a couple bars now. Had a good talk with him, and definitely got the feeling that we were there "at the right time, at the right place" with 9C. Couldn't be what it was now, annoying shitheads would have taken it over.

Went out with the guys Saturday night. As expected Bobby Flay is extremely overrated. Everyone assumed I was joking when I said he wasn't good. I've become a big food nerd since dating Lisa. I mean, the food was good, but not great. Not that kind of money great, at least. Nonetheless, it was a really good time seeing everyone. And, of course, playing "goofy wingman" to all the single guys.

Last night I had two, count them, TWO dreams about made-up male friends of real female friends not wanting me to hang out with them. Kristen, who's getting married, and DeeAnne, who I haven't heard from in months. Very weird and kind of off-putting. No idea what it means.

Anyway, I should see what sort of mischief I can get in today, for cheap.