Dined on some sush last night with some good company at Samurai Blue in Ybor City. I don't go to Ybor often, mainly because I don't go to clubs, smoke narcotics or light up a stoagie. But damn, Samurai Blue is the best food ever. I highly recommend the Endless Summer Role (banana, eel, avacado and banana's foster sauce) I've got a little flow just thinking about it.
I digress...who sits down right next to us? Emily Lawrence. But I haven't seen her for close to 8 years. She played like she didn't remember who I was. Sha, as if. She wanted the 3-D spectacular back in the days of Gaither Track and Field. Turns out she's married with the last name Harrison and works for the Melting Pot in marketing. It was rather uneventful, but noteworthy none-the-less. I was this-close to totally snubbing her but I made the effort. See, she doesn't understand, I never make the effort. Most times, I just hide and pretend to not see people I know.
Back in the day though, she was friends with the Puerto Rican Princess, and I thought maybe she would know her whereabouts and I can get my money back. All for naught though.
Sidenote-On the way to a nightcap, we walked past the parking lot that housed the ferris wheel that Joey Fatone fondled the 14-year-old on before asking her age.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Back in the saddle again...
Brandon's back...back again...Brandon's back...tell a friend...
I have no excuse for my hiatus other than the excruciating length of the baseball season.
Brief recap of the Pit's life the past 2 months---
The Fi and I moved into Casa de Pit, had some margaritas, I visited the armpit of America (Detroit), then went to the bellybutton of America (Kansas City-its kind of cool. But do we really need it, no), wrapped up the trip with a stop at Geno's in Philly, moved Nino, dog got fleas, listened to my AGI (ambiguously gay intern) explain what the "chopper" is and that he has been to many parties where the chopper took place (eg-drunk boy takes out his hoohaw and swings it around), getting my ass kicked in fantasy baseball, sent Joey Fatone packing for the hills of San Antonio, visited the Polish Annas a few times and comforted Tori and her bad boob job at her father's funeral (may he rest in peace).
Meanwhile, Steve is immersed in bachelorhood on The Island prepping to take on duties of Best Man. His wife is 5,000 miles away and he only works like 3 hours a day so I'm sure the Samoans are just about sick of his antics by now.
Brandon's Traveling Tips: if in Detroit, visit the Old Shellalagh in Greektown, it's a lovely shithole...if in KC, try out Tomfoolery's for a beer to watch a game...stop by and visit Liam at the Nodding Head in Philly (three blocks from the capital building), they brew their own beer and are crazy about the World Cup.
I have no excuse for my hiatus other than the excruciating length of the baseball season.
Brief recap of the Pit's life the past 2 months---
The Fi and I moved into Casa de Pit, had some margaritas, I visited the armpit of America (Detroit), then went to the bellybutton of America (Kansas City-its kind of cool. But do we really need it, no), wrapped up the trip with a stop at Geno's in Philly, moved Nino, dog got fleas, listened to my AGI (ambiguously gay intern) explain what the "chopper" is and that he has been to many parties where the chopper took place (eg-drunk boy takes out his hoohaw and swings it around), getting my ass kicked in fantasy baseball, sent Joey Fatone packing for the hills of San Antonio, visited the Polish Annas a few times and comforted Tori and her bad boob job at her father's funeral (may he rest in peace).
Meanwhile, Steve is immersed in bachelorhood on The Island prepping to take on duties of Best Man. His wife is 5,000 miles away and he only works like 3 hours a day so I'm sure the Samoans are just about sick of his antics by now.
Brandon's Traveling Tips: if in Detroit, visit the Old Shellalagh in Greektown, it's a lovely shithole...if in KC, try out Tomfoolery's for a beer to watch a game...stop by and visit Liam at the Nodding Head in Philly (three blocks from the capital building), they brew their own beer and are crazy about the World Cup.
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