Appetizer: When was the last time you visited a hospital?
I had to head down to MGH last December when a seemingly routine cold turned into the worst case of strep I have ever had – or could even reasonably imagine. I lay in bed for three days straight, with a total body buzz, before finally admitting to myself it wasn’t going to go away by itself and that I had to pull myself together before the long drive up to Canada for Christmas. When they called my name in the emergency room, I walked up to the front and was greeted by a doctor who asked me what the problem was. Not being able to speak, I pointed to my throat. He said they’d take a swab and I’d have to wait an hour or so for the reults. I shook my head and pointed urgently inside my open mouth (if I had a nickel). He glanced inside my yapper, made an alarmed face, scribbled out a perscription and told me to get my ass to CVS.
Soup: On a scale of 1 to 10 how ambitious are you?
I don’t have any trouble with the ambition side of things – it’s the follow through. Do I want to have a million dollar home on Lake Winnipesaukee? I think yes. Do I want to leave my apartment this weekend? You must be kidding.
Salad: Make a sentence using the letters of a body part.
Carrie Otis Craves Ketamine.
Main Course: If you were starting a club, what would you name it?
It would be called the Ding Dong Club. A bunch of guys would sit on the floor, roll around punching eachother in the shoulders and just acting like complete ding dongs. Why haven’t I thought of this sooner? Well, either that or something having to do with rug-hooking.
Dessert: What color is the carpet/flooring in your home?
I have recently taken up all of the carpet in favor of the nice hard wood floors underneath. My once tasteful rugs had become cat hair collectors and eye-sores. But you can bet if you were to lick one they’d still be full of taste. I think that if you were to moisten my living room carpet and then wring it out, you’d be left with a couple pints of enough formerly dried booze, dirt and DNA to reanimate Foster Brooks.
Appetizer: When was the last time you visited a hospital?
In August to visit my mother after she had to have an operation to remove her diverticulitis (twisting of the intestine). Interestingly enough, this was the same hospital that my mom used to work at and where my two brothers and I were all born – who said you can never go home again?
Soup: On a scale of 1 to 10 how ambitious are you?
6.5 – if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.
Salad: Make a sentence using the letters of a body part.
Elton loves boys often wantonly.
Main Course: If you were starting a club, what would it be & what would you name it?
The Meteor – it would be a thirties’ styled speakeasy with smart talking dames and no lowlife palookas.
Dessert: What color is the carpet/flooring in your home?
I have Montreal Maple laminate “hardwood” on the main floor and light gray carpet in the loft. I have a small water leak near my dishwasher, so the laminate is “bubbling up” in one section. Slate styled tile will be installed next because one day I plan on renting out my loft and this stuff is almost indestructible.
Appetizer: In June after a friend got sucker punched in the mouth during a bar fight at Lucky’s. Split his lip wide open in 2 places. So to MGH we went. Took about 4 hours to be seen and stitched up since the only ER Doc seemed to be the only one who also had to respond to the more pressing traumas that just kept coming in. About 10 stitches later we finally left around 4:30AM. Saturday night has got to be the absolute worst time to visit any emergency room in Boston. However if I ever need a pair of pants hemmed I’m going back to that Doc. His sewing technique was amazing!
Soup: Not sure if I could rate it. Depends on the day, my mood and the issue at hand. Also can relate to Dave in that I have ambitious dreams but it’s all about my follow through. Shit or get off the pot!
Salad: Always Remember Mints
Main Course: Never a big fan of clubs. Too clicky. Can’t we all just get along?
Dessert: Hardwood floors throughout except for the mutlicolored beige-ish one in the living room, and the green runner down the hallway.
If it was a thirties style speakeasy, you be a decade late. Speakeasy’s were the roaring 20’s.
Well, since Prohibition lasted until 1933 in the United States, you could have had a speakeasy in the ‘30s – so if you want to get technical, Smooth, then mine would be styled specifically after a 1930s speakeasy.
http://alliance.ed.uiuc.edu/cdrom/Hononegah/prohibition/speakeasies-s.htm
I really wish you two would just fuck and get it over with.
I’m the pitcher, he’s the catcher.
He also eats about 10 steaks in 1 sitting.
Ha!…Foster Brooks. That’s funny.