147 posts tagged “life”
It turns out that it's very much like Indian food, except with more chili spice. They serve a lunch buffet for $7.88, which includes such delights as spicy potatoes, spicy cubed tofu, spicy rice, mo-mos (little samosa-like pastries), and other items, most of which are spicy. The dinner menu is much broader, and we plan to go back for dinner very soon.
If you like it spicy and filling, I heartily recommend Tibetan food, and especially Cafe Shambala in picturesque Salt Lake City, Utah.
To be determined: whether this superpower should be used for good or evil. Check your local news to find out what my decision will be, true believers!
Utah folk, who I believe are called Utatians, don't fuck around when it comes to their fireworks. It sounds like a live-fire recreation of your favorite Revolutionary War battle around here, and it's only the THIRD.
Very few of the explosions I'm hearing sound even remotely legal.
HOLD ME.
What has Kevin been doing in SLC? I imagine you are all asking yourself, frequently, between bouts of binge drinking, casual sex and kung-fu. I have been doing many a thing, in fact. Here is a list:
- Hanging out with Jill, and also with Jill's son.
- Taking my dog, Stella, for walks.
- Seeing things. The other night we went to ArtFest, and I saw the wares of many local artisans, as well as cool live music from the likes of these folks and these gentlemen.
- Going out, to Jill's favorite metal club and gay bar (these are not the same place). At the metal club we watched a show featuring these individuals, who are not only very fun live but also pretty cool fellows.
- Discovering that there is a near-inexhaustible variety of cool places to eat in this town.
- Not being hassled by the Mormon Recruitment Army. Seriously, if it wasn't for the big-ass temple downtown, I really wouldn't even know this place was controlled by the Iron Fist of the Church.
- Reacquainting myself with alcohol. Guess what, kids: people drink in Utah!
- Not actively seeking work. A man gets few opportunities to slack in this life: I'm gonna make this one count. For another month or so, at least.
- Driving around and exploring the city.
That's about it for the time being. I return you all to your regularly scheduled orgies and kung-fu honor duels.
Last weekend, Jill took me to the annual Beerfest in Idaho Falls, which is an event where you pay $20 to get in, and then drink all the beer you can consume from dozens of brewers. There is much revelry and shouting and waiting in line to urinate. Also, there is much beer.
Here are some photos of the event for your viewing pleasure:
This is Heidi, Bonnie, some handsome gentleman, and Jill. They all traveled up to Idaho together and are currently drinking their first sample cup of beer.
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Here you see that same devilishly handsome gentleman posing with Jill, who is smiling because she can't believe her good luck.
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This is Jill applying a stick-on tattoo to Heidi's chest using her tongue. Jill is a good friend.
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Jill and the rakishly handsome mystery man are seen here sharing a kiss. Folks, this is gonna get hot.
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Stoicism. Rugged good looks. Brawniness. These might be a few of the words going through your head right now as you look at this photo.
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Jill is here seen posing with Brandon, a guy we met at the event. Brandon probably isn't a professional Peter Sellers impersonator, because that probably isn't even a viable profession.
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According to ancient tradition, we capped the event off with Jello shots and drunken sprawling on the beds back at the hotel. According to personal tradition, I capped the evening off with enthusiastic vomiting. Kids, just say no to Jello shots.
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On the way back south, we passed these lovely newlyweds and their proud display of modern American grammar.
And that is all.
Today, Kevin realizes, in a moment of gleeful epiphany, that he can buy a Slurpee any goddamned time he wants one.
Nick Nunziata of CHUD.COM put out a call for bloggers on his site, and I just answered it. Rather, I submitted my name for consideration. You peeps all know how awesome my blogskills are; it would be pretty awesome to do it semi-professionally.
I gave him the link to this blog, so do me a favor and don't say anything bad about him in the comments, nor make reference to anything bad I may have said about him in the past.
Ahem.
I'll keep you all informed of his response, if any.
I ran an errand for my mother today, and next to the place I was running this errand (repairing a TV part), there was a pawn shop. I had 15 minutes to kill, so I went next door to see what was up. Besides the usual jewelry and musical instruments (I saw Lisa Simpson's saxomophone in there), there was a huge selection of DVDs, CDs, and video games. I hit the DVDs and bought King of New York and A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints, both of which I have not seen before, both of which are supposed to be pretty good, and both of which cost me $5 apiece.
Five bucks, kiddos. That's nothing to sneeze at. That's less than the price of a daytime movie ticket.
I took them up to the counter, where this ridiculously nice lady rang them up for me. The pawn shop is operated by a kindly old (possibly Jewish) couple, and being rung up by this woman was like being helped by my sweetest, most favorite aunt. She chatted about the movies ("Haven't seen this before, hmm...what's it about?"), looked at the discs to make sure they were unscratched, and was generally the nicest human being I've met all week long.
Which presents an interesting question: they have a shelf of hard-core porn DVDs. Picture this scenario:
"Oh, Rocco's Anal Tryouts, I haven't seen that...is it good?"
Who in their right mind purchases hard-core pawn shop pornography from the sweetest lady on Earth? I mean, 5 bucks is a swingin' deal for pawn shop porn, but come on! I don't think I'd ever be able to look her in the eyes again. Anyway, I can see myself spending a lot of spare cash at this place, filling out my DVD shelves with the crushed hopes and dreams of my fellow man.
Good times!
Well, now. Let's do it.
What's Pissing Me Off
1. The weather. It's balls. I want it to warm and dry up and stop being gray and damp and shitty every day.
2. Waiting for Obama to finally nail this thing shut. I am getting really tired of seeing Hillary's fake-smiling skull all over the damn place.
3. My own lack of motivation regarding my myriad creative projects.
What's Keeping Me Going
1. Jill (Again!).
2. Video chatting. It's the coolest thing ever. I am so living in the future now. Jane, get me off this crazy thing!
3. The Sword--Gods of the Earth. Seriously, people: it's THAT GOOD.
It's a funny, sweet little movie. I didn't laugh until tears ran (when was the last time I saw a movie I considered riotously funny? I don't know), but it had a couple good chuckles and probably will do well in repeat viewings. Anyway, all are funny, Mila Kunis is cute as hell, and the character of Aldous Snow deserves his own movie.
GET ON THAT.
Saw the trailer for Pineapple Express...that shit looks like a comedic fastball straight to the nuts. Can't wait.
