Back in the late seventies, just out of high school, anything was an excuse for a house party. Of course, none of us had houses, but our parents did. The best house for a party at this time was at my friend Woody’s parent’s house.
All in Drinking
Not My First Concert
It was not mine, but it may have been my son Danny’s first concert.
Although, after what we saw that night, I’m surprised he ever went back to see another.
The Big Chill Is Gone
Everyone has a favorite movie, and throughout our life, the movie itself never changes.
Or does it?
Trying To Meet Women The Old-Fashioned Way
I'm not sure why women would give me their numbers, even unsolicited on my part. When they do, and I reach out, why do they not return my calls?
The Next Voice You Hear
Spent the last week of July this year down in Belmar, New Jersey in the bottom half of my ex-sister-in-law’s two family house. Its a great house, equidistant between the beach and the center-of-town. However, my favorite thing to do is, at the end of the day, after the sun goes, is plant myself on the front section of her wrap around porch.
If You Giggle at ‘Uranus’, Read On...
Author’s Note: This is not a spoiler alert, this is more like ‘if you don’t like what I say next, do not read further.’
The Unaccredited Wingman
It was like listening to two forty-something frat boys trying to one up each other.
Please, Don’t Drive Off The Mountain
Author’s Note: For this post, I am not using real names. I’m not hiding a crime (well, not really) and the people involved know who they are. Usually, I would ask the people in the post if I could use their names, but in this case, I don’t have access to everyone, so ‘the names have been changed to protect...me.’
...and one more for the road
I grew up at a time that drunk driving was encouraged (kidding, of course – sort of).
Vaudeville Isn't Dead, It's Drinking in the Bar
A good conversation is one of my favorite things. Conversations in bars are even better (just add alcohol).
The Time I Almost Died Like a Rock Star
No one wants to die in a stupid way. Something that will end up a punch line of their life once they are gone. Preferably, I would like to die in my sleep and, one night a few years ago, I almost got my wish.
Life in the Form of a Question
Each Monday night a group of us play trivia at a bar in Annandale (New Jersey). Its a big bar and a very friendly group of teams.
That is, it was until last Monday.
Meet Cleo, the Crazy Christmas Clown
We can all agree, clown dolls are creepy.
OK, lets move on.
Punch Drunk Love
Author’s note: By the end of this post, I come off as the bad guy (for good reason).
Putting the FUN in Funeral
Things people talk about at funerals
A Christmas Tradition From Years Ago
With all the traditions that come with this time of year, there is one in particular that my friends and I have not celebrated since we started having kids and the holidays became all about them (thanks for ruining Christmas, kids).