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Nov. 26th, 2002 01:53 pmLast night I wound up watching a pretty good football game while drinking pretty good beer and eating pretty good chicken wings, but it took some doing. I made plans with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xrew, and invited some other people who politely declined. Then, Monday afternoon, xrew had to cancel, so I tried to come up with plan B.
I called a friend of my wife's, who lives and works in Brooklyn, and we agreed to meet at his office on Court Street. Just before leaving my office, though, I check my email, only to find an email from one of the people I had invited, saying that, damn the torpedoes, he'd meet me at Scruffy Duffy's on the West Side. I was able to contact him with the change in plans, but Brooklyn didn't work, so we decided to get together some other time.
I went home, changed, and went to Brooklyn. I found the friend's office (he's an ambulance chaser), and met his law partner. We chatted for a while about how they were going to have to fire their associate for flakiness, then went off to O'Keefe's bar to watch the game.
O'Keefe's is, in fact, a good place to watch Monday Night Football, with plentiful televisions, drink specials, and tasty, cheap wings.
I liked the game, too. My beloved Eagles were playing the Forty-Niners, in San Francisco, without their injured star quarterback, Donovan McNabb. I thus expected a blowout. And while a blowout is what I got, it went the other way; the Eagles thrashed the Niners, despite losing yet another quarterback to injury during the game. Competent quarterbackage being hard to come by, this was a pleasant surprise, although it really, really sucks that these guys got hurt.
We broke up our party at halftime, and I got home for the end of the third quarter. On arriving home, though, I found my wife was experiencing substantial gastrointestinal distress, probably because of the "seafood" fra diavolo she had for lunch. The night was thus filled with Tums, Imodium, and not a lot of sleep for either one of us. This sucked especially badly for her, as she had to get up early to be on TV at 6:40 this evening.
Tonight, in a belated attempt to misspend my youth, I will be going with my wife to see the remaining members of the Grateful Dead in concert at Madison Square Garden. I was really into the Dead from ages 14-18, but not much afterwards, which doesn't really explain why I'm going tonight. It's just kind of fun in a nostalgic sort of way, I guess.
xrew, and invited some other people who politely declined. Then, Monday afternoon, xrew had to cancel, so I tried to come up with plan B.I called a friend of my wife's, who lives and works in Brooklyn, and we agreed to meet at his office on Court Street. Just before leaving my office, though, I check my email, only to find an email from one of the people I had invited, saying that, damn the torpedoes, he'd meet me at Scruffy Duffy's on the West Side. I was able to contact him with the change in plans, but Brooklyn didn't work, so we decided to get together some other time.
I went home, changed, and went to Brooklyn. I found the friend's office (he's an ambulance chaser), and met his law partner. We chatted for a while about how they were going to have to fire their associate for flakiness, then went off to O'Keefe's bar to watch the game.
O'Keefe's is, in fact, a good place to watch Monday Night Football, with plentiful televisions, drink specials, and tasty, cheap wings.
I liked the game, too. My beloved Eagles were playing the Forty-Niners, in San Francisco, without their injured star quarterback, Donovan McNabb. I thus expected a blowout. And while a blowout is what I got, it went the other way; the Eagles thrashed the Niners, despite losing yet another quarterback to injury during the game. Competent quarterbackage being hard to come by, this was a pleasant surprise, although it really, really sucks that these guys got hurt.
We broke up our party at halftime, and I got home for the end of the third quarter. On arriving home, though, I found my wife was experiencing substantial gastrointestinal distress, probably because of the "seafood" fra diavolo she had for lunch. The night was thus filled with Tums, Imodium, and not a lot of sleep for either one of us. This sucked especially badly for her, as she had to get up early to be on TV at 6:40 this evening.
Tonight, in a belated attempt to misspend my youth, I will be going with my wife to see the remaining members of the Grateful Dead in concert at Madison Square Garden. I was really into the Dead from ages 14-18, but not much afterwards, which doesn't really explain why I'm going tonight. It's just kind of fun in a nostalgic sort of way, I guess.
