Friday, August 18, 2017

Can’t Wait.

Are all NASCAR fans pasty white with goatees, or is that just the women?

I’ll find out today, when I see Logan Lucky, a film about a couple of knucklehead brothers who attempt to rob a NASCAR race. I’ve been looking forward to it for months, and I’m sure it won’t disappoint.

Actually, let’s all see it, then meet back here on Monday and discuss. Okay? Okay.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

I Can Explain.

There are three situations that require witnesses: crimes, accidents and marriages. Need I say more?

Yet I’m all for my best friend Chad proposing to his long-time girlfriend Jacqueline, because they are damn good together. Chad asked me to be in the wedding, and I’m honored – we’ve known each other over 20 years, and he’s been there for me for anything I need.

When I arrived home last night, I was greeted with a package containing part of my attire as a groomsman. I’ve never owned a pair of cowboy boots, but I’ll put them to good use after the wedding – like play cowboys and Indians. Though I’d give it a modern twist, in which I play a cowboy, and the Indians provide tech support.

The wedding is in Tampa in February. As an added bonus, it’s the same weekend as the Yankees spring training opener in Tampa, and I’ll be going to my first exhibition game. Chad hooking me up, even on his big day.

Really looking forward to it.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Weekend In Atlanta: An iPhone™ Photo Shoot

I read a sad statistic that something like 2% of all sushi goes un-Instagrammed. Well it was outstanding at Umi, the best sushi restaurant in town, and so was the black cod misoyaki.

Atlanta may be five hours from the closest beach, but I rolled the dice again Saturday – and won – with peri-peri prawn tacos at Yebo Beach Haus.

The rain held off while I was there, but six of seven days with thunderstorms in the forecast is biblical shit.

The exact site of my old shithole, Colonial Homes, which has now been reborn as CoHo. Too swanky for a young Matt Shevin.

Flight home. I dig Delta keeping the peasants out of first class with a Planet of the Apes-style net.

Monday, August 14, 2017

I Can Explain.

I’m too exhausted to get into more details about my weekend in Atlanta. I will tomorrow. But the trip began with my bag being pulled by TSA because of the suspicious object outlined in pink. It’s candy from Dylan’s, and I explained this nicely to the agent and she confirmed it – which is good, because the only cavity search involving this incident will be conducted by my dentist.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Imperfect Science.

Mankind is capable of unimaginable feats of engineering, and yet the windows on the airplane never line up with the seats.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Got To Get Back To You.

Delta Airlines asked me if I had too much baggage, and I told them they’ve only known me a couple of minutes.

I’ve got a flight to Atlanta tomorrow. I’m going there for the weekend. and it’ll be nice to be back. I lived there while attending a grad program, and it was one of the most fun, baggage-free periods of my life.

Plans for the next few days include pouring a 40 oz. on the site of my old apartment (which has been justifiably torn down), sneaking into my old school (I probably owe them money), and teaching the Falcons the Heimlich maneuver after last year’s Super Bowl performance.

I’ll recap the festivities when I’m back. Do drop in.