Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Saturday, March 20, 2004 The Pitch: It's like Lost In Translation meets Stuck on You! Reno's pretty fun. Edi and I went for a day or two this week, and I was feeling better than I had in the past week which would have meant I'd have enjoyed it anyway. But health+oysters+pay-per-view+cheap drinks+bathtub not filled with shit left by sloppy maintenance guys+awesome girlfriend=greatness. I could throw some more pluses--like a view from the 25th floor--and a few minuses--like the world's driest room AC giving me a sore throat, and a city full of blustery slow-moving bowlers--but you get the basic picture.Yeah, the American Bowling Congress was having a mammoth convention in Reno with some heady topics on the legislating floor, and so the town was filled with very pleasant, amiable (but barely ambulatory), bowlers. E. and I had just watched The Big Lebowski a week earlier so I was hoping for lots of eccentric types in the vein of Jesus Quintana or Walter Sobchak. No. At least at the convention-attending level, the ABC is filled with Drew Carey types and, I dunno, Martin Landau types; either big-bellied guys with red open faces who talk loud and move slow, or tall old guys with long forearms who talk soft and move slower. I'm convinced the reason why one tram or other was shut down every day we were there is that these guys, instead of waiting, would jam themselves into closing doors and screw up the timing controlling the auto-run shuttles. (I was in a tram when this happened one night, and went on to pissily attribute it to every piece of faulty machinery. Pepsi machine wouldn't take fives? Bowler must have jammed himself in there...) It was no big deal but I felt sorry for Edi--half the time I was madly weaving and hopping through the crowd because I couldn't take being stuck behind a doddering 70 year old couple who could take up two-thirds of a large walkway on their own. Thank God Edi generally only walks slowly when she's either stuck in heels or there's a view to be admired, but half the time I was cutting her off as she tried to get around the various draggy farts. Sorry about that, sweetie. But why dwell on the negative? I nursed five dollars of video poker into several free drinks! I played blackjack for an hour and lost it all on one hand! Lost in Translation is great, and Stuck on You is charming! I ate approx. a dozen oysters a day, a serving of bread pudding every twelve hours, and read Gravity's Rainbow in a bubble bath! I watched twenty minutes of the colossal fuck-up that was the Will Smith remake of Wild, Wild West and hated every minute of it! Happily! I hate talking about being happy--it's just painting a big bull's eye on my head, I think. So be it. I'm happy, and am willing to accept the consequences for it. posted by Jeff Lester | 6:56 PM | |
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