Comic for Monday, December 4th, 2006

Posted: 7:35 am, Monday, December 4th

So, I'm having a pretty good few months, here. In a turn of events only slightly more likely than me bumfuzzling some poor girl into marrying me, I'm tonight going to a black tie event at the Waldorf-Astoria. Yeah, me rubbing elbows with the upper crust. Crazy, huh? Tomorrow, I'll fill you all in on how out of place I am at this thing. I'm expecting it to be somewhere between "very" and "wildly." Hell, if they let me past the front desk, I'll consider that a success.

2.0 and I watched Grizzly Man the other day. Whoa, that dude was nuts. I found myself morbidly curious in hearing the tape of the bear mauling him, but I'm very grateful to Werner Herzog or whatever the filmmaker's name was that he didn't give me the chance. I have a feeing it would've been really gut-wrenching. I will say that the fight scene between the two grizzlies in the middle of movie was astounding. I cannot imagine the muscle mass of those two animals. Yowza.

Two odd things occurring in Brooklyn. One is that Domino's is actually running ads for their Brooklyn-style pizza in the borough. I never knew there *was* a Brooklyn-style pizza. And if there is, I don't think Domino's is where I'd get it from. The other is that both of the Christmas tree lots that 2.0 and I stopped at today are 24-7 until Christmas. What the hell? I know New York's the city that never sleeps, but I do think we take a break from buying Christmas trees between the hours of ten at night at six in the morning. Anyway, we were going to get our tree today, but, hell, if you're there 24-7, why not wait 'til some insomnia sets in? We can probably bargain the guy down to ten bucks when he's delirious from hypothermia at three in the morning during THE BIG SNOW we're getting over night (accumulation of less than an inch, I hate local news).

I am very unhappy with the stupid Arkansas Razorbacks for playing like the morans they probably all are against Florida on Saturday, because letting Florida fumble their way into the title game set the Irish up with pretty much their worst possible matchup in the Sugar Bowl. God dammit, part of the reason we're on this ridiculous bowl-losing streak is that we keep getting the absolute worst match-ups available. (The other reason is that we've had two absolutely God awful coaches in between two great ones.) Honestly, the squad could've given a game to any of the other BCS teams last year except for Texas, in 2002, NC State was by far the best of the second-tier bowl teams, in 2000, Oregon State had speed in all the places we did not. Man, just lousy luck of the draw. Except that Reggie Ho and I convinced each other in a three-minute phone call last night that we could still beat LSU. Let's face it, USC's defense played excellently a week and a half ago, and Brady still put 24 points on them even though his receivers only felt like using two fingers on each hand. For Glory! (In other Irish news, the basketball team managed to beat Maryland somehow, and the girls fell to UNC in the title game for soccer. That's a drag.)(LSU almost always wears their whites - I hope the Robot Genius goes with the blue jerseys. No need to make those green jobbies a constant.)

Van Wilder is one of the worst movies I've ever seen. So, obviously, the sequel came out this past weekend.

Wow, the Family Circus was a little screwed-up yesterday.

Alright, that's more or less all I have. It's late and I'm tired. And I need to be daisy fresh for this brouhaha I'm going to tonight. Goodness, li'l ol' me at a black tie thing. This will be even more crazy than the time I got to fly first class.

bullfrog

what black tie thing? what is it? how'd you get invited?

and yeah - grizzly man...how about the old girlfriends - equally, if not more crazy than him

I saw Grizzly Man with my parents over the summer. We're all convinced that the guy is completely and absolutely nuts (and his ex-girlfriend, too). We've been to Alaska. There's a reason why they don't let people live in National Parks, dude. My father got harassed by love-sick caribou (moose on steroids, really) in Anchorage!

Look on the bright side, you have the opportunity to see New Orleans and see the French Quarters. My team gets the vacant confines of El-Paso, Texas and some insurance bowl.

I think it became pretty clear how deranged that guy was when he was telling off the camera. Also, the idea that he was somehow saving the grizzlies was a little odd - I didn't see him do anything in particular that saved them, while he was living there. I guess his classroom talks.

It's actually a banquet in my honor, skitters. Because I am awesome.

Does that girl work at the Comedy Cellar? That one's still the best club. Caroline's=too expensive; Gotham=cheaper but still too expensive; Boston CC=no-names.

Venturing very far out of my realm of knowledge, there, Pat - the only comedy shows I've seen have been at Siberia as part of a Drink at Work thing and somewhere in the East 70s that I can't remember the name of, about five years ago.

Ah, comedy clubs were my shit in NYC. I used to go to the Comedy Cellar about once every two months or so. It's got brick walls a lot like your drawing, hence the guess. It's also a great date idea, once you're both past the initial dating stage.

Once I took a girl to Gotham Comedy Club on the second date. She drank WAY too much and ended up as that obnoxious girl in the audience heckling the comedians. It was ugly.

As long it's not Michael Richards trying to be a stand-up comic or one of those stupid hynotists, I'd be game to go to a comedy club.

I love tuxedos, especially if you get a really good deal from a local tailor.

Why do I get the feeling Pete is going to be part of her future comedy routine?