Gotham Gospel

Coming to dinner and Star Wars viewing: Lauren, Shane, Pops (his dad), and Serena (Shane’s daughter). So I decided that I would do my part in spreading the gospel of the Gotham Girl’s Ribs –which I now dubb Gotham Killer Ribs–a recipe that Chris the Frenchy posted on his blog a while ago. He couldn’t stop raving about them ribs so I had to see for myself. 2 racks of pork ribs were brined in mixture of Dos Equis over night. Brandon said the smell of the beer getting cooked is like BO…perhaps I should’ve used New Castle. Then the...
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Get in the Groove

Brandon rented Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights for me so I could decompress with a chick flick. That was one of the worst movies I’ve seen this year. Acting was wooden. Story weak. Plot holes and left behind storyline galore. Diego Luna looks like he was 12, and Patrick Swayze looks like 2000 year old mummy. Damn, easy on the nipping and tucking there, boy-o! But the dancing was great. The music would’ve been better without the any hip-hop fusions, but granted the Latin beat moved my feet nonetheless. Despite all of that, not enough redeeming quality for me to buy...
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Responsibility

Fuckin’ eh! I swear to God some parents these days can’t take any responsibilities for themselves or their kids. It makes me furious. “Allison also said that Spencer’s underwear would not have been exposed if the shirt was left down. “I don’t understand what motivated her to ask him to lift up his shirt,” he said.” Well, if you didn’t let your kid leave the house wearing the pants that are falling off of his ass in the first place. What kind of parents are you, sheesh. PULL UP THE GOD DAMN PANTS!!!...
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Bongos = Fun

As I wandered through the aisles in Circuit City after making my purchase of Star Wars Trilogy, I stopped at the unusual site of the Nintendo GameCube station. Are those frelling bongos? Oh yes they were bongos with a microphone, the controller for the deliciously addictive and humiliatingly fun Donkey Konga. It’s like Dance Dance Revolution but with bongos. A sucker for these rhythm type and you-actually-have-to-get-off-your-ass games, I tried my hands at it. I chose Santana’s classic, Oye Como Va, from the beginner’s selection for the obvious drum beat. Left bongo. Left bongo. Clap. Pause. Right bongo. Right bongo....
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Dance Dance Revolution

I signed up to take Lyrical Jazz dance classes with Park & Rec. If my ankle could handle this, it’ll be a sign that I should return to dance. To quote Julia Stiles in “Save the Last Dance”, I used to dance. I was trained in classical ballet from kindergarten up to 7th grade at a prestigious dance academy. I quit about 6 months into pointe. Why quit when I was so far down the road? First of all, a somewhat medical condition I developed at puberty, kind of like the X-Men mutation…heh. Secondly, I was discouraged by my peers...
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