What’s up, readers? Things are happening this weekend and I’ve made it my business to tell you. Last night as I was seeking some off-the-record legal counsel from Brittany Novotny, she told me that there was an improv show going down at the Ghostlight Theatre Club but I couldn’t find it on the internet. And I’m dreadfully out of the proverbial loop for a person who writes about things that are happening. But you guys love me anyway, right? …Right?
Anyway, here’s your Friday Night in the Big Town.
Maybe I’m the only one, but I think Christina Ricci was born to play Wednesday Addams. When she grew up, it was all downhill. And I’ll be honest, I confuse her with Rose McGowan on occasion. I just have to remember that Ricci has a fivehead and a slight case of encephalitis. Which, now that I think about it, are great qualities for a weird gothicy, morbid character. See what I mean about born to play that role?
Well, apparently there is a musical version of The Addams Family. I’m also willing to bet that there are all sorts of snaps, organs, and minor chords in the score. I can’t say I know what the plot is, but I’m willing to bet the Addams family comes into conflict with some so-called normal folks and hilarity ensues. Or at least I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going to happen since that was the plot line for the majority of the shows and movies.
What’s up, readers? I’m coming at you again with some more weekend activities, though, if you’re like me, you’re planning on sleeping in and perhaps attending a Zumba class. But no matter! I have things for you to do if you’re just a little more gregarious than the girl who used to party but for some reason falls asleep by 10 these days. And since the weather is supposed to get a little warmer than what it was yesterday, it’s okay to get out from under the Snuggie and live amongst the rest of the world. Or so I hope.
Anyway, here’s your Friday Night in the Big Town.
I took a lot of Spanish classes back in the day, readers, and I have a Spanish minor to show for it. Not that I can speak it at all, but I have a piece of paper that says I can. But what I remember most about those classes were the fiesta days. That was the one day a month when everyone would bring queso and the teacher would make us dance. Inevitably, she would attempt to teach us to Flamenco, but it always turned into the sort of booty dancing one would see at City Walk.
So, if you aren’t down with the City Walk sort of dancing and the bumping and the grinding and the whatnot, go to Zorba’s. You can see real dancers doing what the Spanish Gitano culture has been doing for years. While these people most like aren’t the real gypsies that perfected the dance in Spain, they probably still have castanets, which is almost the same thing.
Happy New Year’s Eve Eve, readers! If you’re anything like me, then you are way ready for 2011 to be over with. Firstly, it’s been a rough year, and secondly, 11 is a prime number and I really don’t like prime numbers, except for the number 2 because it’s the only even prime number. Anyway, I’m pretty stoked for 2012 and how the world is going to end in December. It makes me feel some sort of vindication for the fact that I have spent the majority of my life not looking to the future. Who needs a retirement fund when you’re going to die at the age of 27, all Cobain-Joplin-Winehouse style?
Anyhow, here’s your Friday Night in the Big Town!
In case you didn’t know, readers, I really like casinos. Back in my bartending days, we would go to casinos after work since they were the only places that were still open. Once in Vegas I won $36. I love repetitive noises that buzz and beep as well as flashing lights. So, suffice it say that casinos and I like one another. And let me just say that casinos on New Year’s Eve are the place to be if you’re a lady. Can you say free drinks from all the single dudes who want someone to kiss at midnight?
Anywho, if you happen to be in the Norman area, you should head to Thunderbird Casino and live it up. I don’t know anything about the band playing, but that’s not important. What is important is that they have happy hour specials from 4:00 to 7:00 daily, so you could potentially start ringing in the New Year at 4:00 PM. If you go there tonight, you can have $1.50 drafts during the OU game. Who doesn’t want to welcome 2012 with beer and the possibility of winning some sweet skrilla? Also, if you’re in the Shawnee area, there’s a Thunderbird Casino for you to party at as well.
‘Twas the Friday Night in the Big Town before Christmas when all through the state frantic shoppers were scurrying because they started shopping too late. They had to buy presents and spend family time, and nearly all of them had spent their money down to their last dime. So, dear reader, pour yourself some eggnog and settle in all cozy to read this merry blog. Pay attention, dear readers, and make not a sound for I am about to share with you your Friday Night in the Big Town.
Try not kill your family
This is an activity that, make no mistake, is just as important as any cookies you bake. Smile real big and take what they give because they’re your family so you have to let them live. Who cares if your aunt is a falling-down-drunk? It’s not like her body will fit in your sports car’s trunk. Though your mother truly hates her and she makes fun of you by saying “when you gonna get a real job, and use that degree of yours too?”, remember to stay in the spirit of holiday cheer because you only have to tolerate that heinous bitch one day a year.
And please don’t forget that cousin of yours who did some hard time, he’ll be there too, wanting to share with you his next crime. You see, he knows this guy who can get a great deal, so if you spot him 5 g’s, you’ll soon make a profit for real. Though he has no job and can just barely read, he thinks he’s helping you out with this tip, what a right noble deed! The key is to put the drunk aunt and delinquent side by side at the table because she makes poor decisions, she’ll give him the cash as soon as she’s able. And thus, my dear readers, you’ve killed two birds with one stone. Just make sure you’re never in the same room with either of them alone!
What’s up, readers? Here we are, at the last weekend before Christmas. If you’re like my brother, you’re a butthole and you haven’t bought any Christmas presents yet and you need your poor, darling sister to take you to the mall and help you find those unique gifts for the family.
Anyway, here’s your Friday Night in the Big Town!
Well, readers, I don’t know where we’d be as a society without such hits as “Jungle Boogie” and “Brick House.” Seriously, while I’ve never really paid much attention to these songs outside the context of drunken dancing at weddings, I’m sure they’ve made an impact on who we are as a species. Though I have to admit, I don’t know whether it’s a good thing to be a “brick house” or not, or what it really even means. I’ve always felt that it was a pretty back-handed compliment.
So, from the brief Wikipedia research I’ve done, it looks like these bands have been rocking since back in the day, and not the back in the day I refer to. (That is, 2005, when I worked at Bennigan’s.) I feel that by going to see this show, you’re experiencing history. Also, if bands can tour as long as these cool cats have been, I generally assume that they know their music and use little to no autotuning. Bonus points awarded for that.
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