There are some songs that immediately take you back to a time, a place, a memory. For better or worse, you’ll never be able to escape it. Mine is “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
Had a Fireside Chat with Maker’s Mark president Bill Samuels Jr. this morning at 8:30 a.m. Apparently chocolate is the breakfast of champions for this bourbon maker. Ouch. When is the sugar crash going to hit?
I’ve got one functioning contact lens at the moment … so my world is already a little blurry and out of focus. This must be what Friday nights look like.
A) The Pink Door didn’t end up opening last night … I will not plug them again until I see with my actual eyes that they are open.
B) I got to finally ride on a motorcycle last night! It’s been a fantasy of mine ever since I saw “Grease 2.” Does this make me an [...]
OK, it’s official … The Pink Door is reopening tonight! I swear it’s true! Finally! They had some problems with the liquor license when the club switched owners — but it sounds like they’ve done some menu revamping and made some improvements to the decor. (Let’s hope they added another bathroom!) They’re gearing up tonight [...]
Check out my book review this week on Sarah Ivens’ “No Regrets: 101 Fabulous Things to Do Before You’re Too Old, Married, or Pregnant.” I had a Top 10 list of my own once of things I wanted to do before I die. I think I’ve checked off two things so far. Anyone up for [...]
I think I’m in love with LC’s boss on “The Hills.” When she commands LC to fire her friend Stephanie, she says, “Do it quick. Fast. Think guillotine. Clean break.” Hot!
(I heard that. Yes, I’m still trying to behave myself after Derby. I’ll be out this weekend … no worries. And my weekends start on [...]
How much longer will the Star Trek geeks be talking about this film? I wanna discuss American Idol, dammit! I wanna talk about The Hills. But no, it’s Star Trek, Star Trek, Star Trek. Beam me outta here.
I hear that Browning’s at Slugger Field is opening back up tomorrow. Hooray!
Heading north to Chicago for the weekend. Let’s see if these Yanks know how to party. Wait, I’m from Ohio, so I guess I’m a Yankee. Well then, I guess we have our answer.
