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Check it out. I made it!
Check it out. I made it!
The day I moved in, the previous tenant had left me some Budweisers. That was nice. The next weekend, some friends came over and brought beers, and the I drank the leftover ones for the next couple weeks. Last weekend, at the conclusion of the Journey to Joiner’s, we ended up here, with a couple of six-packs I did not buy. Now they are all almost gone, and so I ask: who will buy me beer next? We are entering a critical time period.
I woke up. I moved some stuff around in my apartment. I went and got coffee and a muffin. I came back and cleaned up some and talked on the phone. Then I took my dry cleaning out and got a Vietnamese sandwich. Then I came back home and watched some basketball and cleaned up some more. Then I went to Trader Joe’s, and everyone in the world was there. Then I came home and washed some clothes. Then I wrote about baseball and watched some baseball. Then I cooked some food and wrote this note, and then I probably went to bed. The end!
All my sweet sixteen teams remaining.
As a great man said, “I’m not sayin’, I’m just sayin’.”
Casey Neumann.
Just an update: we’ve moved the start point to Angry Wade’s, 222 Smith Street, for NCAA purposes. See you there!
Tonight, in my honor, some friends and I will be traveling the distance between one of their houses in Brooklyn and my own. It’s called the Journey to Joiner’s. We will travel via bar. All are invited.
Start: 9 p.m
Angry Wade’s
222 Smith Street
End: ???
My apartment
335 State Street
NOTE: the start point is new to accommodate basketball lovers.
If you want to join us along the way, give me a call and I’ll tell you where we’re at.
Good times!
On this day three years ago—or whatever day the first day of March Madness three years ago was—my friend Coachie Ballgames and I set off from the Grand Canyon for a little desert town named Las Vegas. It’s the only time I’ve been to Vegas, which is why I left one of the Earth’s five most spectacular places to go there, as I had been at the Canyon months earlier.
As anyone who’s been to the South Rim of the canyon knows, you have to leave the the highway and travel for an hour plus on a two-lane road to get there. It’s pretty barren along the way, so on our way out, we were hungry and listening to Mobb Deep CDs until we got to the Interstate, and we stopped at the first McDonald’s we saw.
Despite being along the highway, this was very much a local McDonald’s. We got Looks, but we hadn’t bathed in days, so it was possibly to be expected, though one suspects that could have been a blending mechanism. Anyhow we stood in line behind someone very much of that time and place and when he stepped to the counter, and exchange followed that is very much on my mind every year at this time:
CASHIER: May I take your order?
DUDE: YES. TWO…
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… SAUSAGE MCMUFFINS WITH EGG
FOUR…
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HASH BROWNS
THREE…
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EGG MAC-MUFFINS.
CASHIER: Would you like coffee?
DUDE: No.
US: (complete awe)
I can’t tell you how great it was. The force and conviction of his order, and the pregnant pauses, were really un-duplicatable, which doesn’t mean we haven’t tried. And so I invite you to raise an Egg McMuffin to your mouth today if it isn’t past 10:30 where you are, and toast the human comedy.
Check out the first and last lines in this picture about the Rocky Mountain News folding.

and like OMG we saw bill at trader fred’s and he was so hot
I hope he calls LOLZ