Woo. I am 27.
I invite any of you reading to come drink a beer with me at Duff’s here in Williamsburg Brooklyn at 9/:930ish. It’s easily the most metal bar on earth. No hyperbole.
Here’s a present for you on my birthday!
The Black Laser
I have returned from my trip in the wild, wooly western frontier. I was privvy to some of the best of what Northern California and Southern Oregon have to offer. Here are some highlights of the trip.
The Beer Stein, Eugene OR – Any serious beer fan owes it to themselves to check out this place if they are anywhere near Eugene, OR. They have precisely 1 million beers for sale from all over the world. Oh, did I mention their prices? Rock bottom. Charlie and I were dancing back and forth along their massive refrigerator walls trying to decide just how we were going to punish our livers next. This place is fucking amazing. It puts my beloved Brouwerij Lane here in Brooklyn to total shame. I even called stupid Jesse to tell him how awesome The Beer Stein was, but he didn’t pick up. Sucker.
Wolf Creek, OR – Though we only stopped in Wolf Creek for a few minutes to stretch our legs and get coffee on the long drive between home and Portola Valley, I was fortunate enough to see not one, but TWO men with knives on their belts. Wolf Creek is the kind of town that can be found anywhere across our great nation where the city fades out and people are left to fend for themselves. We could have been in Alaska or Alabama and Wolf Creek would have been exactly the same. The United States is not its New Yorks and San Franciscos; the United States is the Wolf Creeks across our land.
Black Bear Diner – You can find Black Bear Diners up and down I-5, between Washington state and the southwest states. I put it here not because the food is good (it isn’t), but because no where else have I seen so many awful puns in one place. I kid you not, I saw a waitress with a nametag that read, “Ambear”.
The maybe 3 good photos I took – They’re not ready yet. Be patient.
Amazing roadtrip games – These include, but are not limited to “3 People You Would Take On A Roadtrip”, “10 People You Would Invited To A Pool Party”, “I Like My Women Like I Like My…”, and “If You Had To Get A Phrase Other Than ‘Exit Only’ Tattooed On Your Lower Back Right Above Your Ass, What Would It Be?” One of my favorite answers for the 3 people on a roadtrip game was Charlie’s “Helen Keller”.
Troy pouring himself a beer in the closed hotel bar – That’s it.
Andy Stearns – Yes.
That the whole trip to Oregon can be summed up in these three photos –
All in all, I would say that it was a successful trip and that a good time was had by all. Keep your eyes peeled for some photos I took while up there.
Sorry friends! I am out of town and will resume my pithy, insightful postings shortly. Please don’t miss me too badly. To make up for it, here is a video for you to enjoy.
FUN!
Today is my last day at work. Well, tomorrow I have to come in and do my exit interview, but that doesn’t really count. Today is really the last day. I started here in 2005 after a month of unemployment. I had quit my job at Whole Foods Union Square and spent a month doing a bunch of random shit when I fell into this job. It’s been a good place to grow and learn. I’ve definitely made good progress here.
And now it’s over.
You know what? Fuck it.
I’m going to go freelance as an assistant (resume available upon request) and I think that, ultimately, it will be better for me, just like last time when I quit Whole Foods because it was a dead-end shit hole. At least, if I keep telling myself that I feel better.
An era ends today, and another begins. Rock and roll. Goodbye, Filmcore.
It’s a photo taken by Thierry Legault of a space shuttle in front of the sun. Seriously? How rad is that? Too rad, is the answer. Too rad. The Space Pope is pleased.
If you want to see more photos and read his explanation, check out the site here.