I guess people are into this, but the quality (or lack, whatever) here is alarming. “Comradery?” “Helicoptor?” Shudder. But hey, Naughty By Nature’s gonna be there, so you know you’re in for a treat. Or, rather, “Treet.”
That’s not all. As you might guess, there’s “Fresh and exciting shit to do all around the fuckin’ blizzock.” Yes, that’s a quote. Also, Gallagher. And seminars. Yep. I’m assuming that it’s a lengthy series on applying and removing greasepaint and/or how to make millions in the real estate market.
I’m reminded of dating because I had the closest thing to a date Friday night. After a night out at Neon’s, I still hadn’t had dinner on my way home around 11pm. I stopped at the ATM to get cash with my sights set on Northslice. That pizza is ridiculous. While I’m finishing up with my transaction, a dude walks up and offers to sell me some weed. I decline, so he follows up with asking for a couple bucks. I considered advising him that he needed to work on his pricing strategy, but I’m no MBA. I said, “Nope, but I’ll buy you a piece of pizza.” Nobody’s turning down that offer.
We started walking up to Northslice. It was about 3-4 blocks, so we got to chat. He started out by telling me that unlike most men, he knew how to treat a woman. He tried his damnedest to spit as much game in that 3 blocks as he could, but all I wanted was pizza. After he had his slice and made sure I wasn’t going to date him or be his customer, he took off. Best date ever.
My first date in high school was with a guy named Rob. He was in college, so I felt pretty freaking cool. I wore some smooth khaki shorts and a polo shirt I borrowed from my best friend… Nathan. Looking like the hottest lesbian golfer on the planet, I got picked up in his Toyota Tercel and whisked away for dinner and a movie. I pretty much had decided that I didn’t really like him that much before the date. A little too clingy. Called too much. So I spent the movie (Twister) trying to give him the idea that I was allergic to him. The only other notable thing was we then went to Applebee’s for dinner, and while we were there, the most wicked storm blew in- and after seeing Twister, I knew that this was a bad omen. He finally stopped driving by my house after 2 or 3 weeks.
My worst date ever was with the guy I called The Crocodile Hunter. We went on a date in June (we had met at Taste of Cincinnati) and he wore wool socks and hiking boots. We went out on a Wednesday morning (we both worked second shift jobs), and he was early. After I finished getting ready and came downstairs, he was in his stocking feet, watching Jerry Springer. Then I drove us to Union Terminal, paid for our parking, and bought my own ticket for the OmniMax show and the Jurassic Park exhibit. He bought himself lunch and offered to pay for my small Diet Coke with change he would have “just thrown in [his] car anyway.” Then he drank his soup straight from the bowl.
Between horrible blind dates (including a guy who fell asleep) and the guy who scolded me for stealing a glass from T.G.I. Friday’s years prior because he had worked at a Friday’s, dating just became a bummer. Even when I had a boyfriend, the “dates” we went on were disasters. We felt the pressure to have a super-awesome time and ended up fighting the whole date.
I suppose at some point I’ll go on another date that doesn’t involve me finding a guy on the street. I’m not looking forward to it; I literally spend the entire day sick to my stomach before a date. To go through that just to watch a guy drink soup? Table for one, please.
TCM’s Comment of the Week comes along every week (give or take), and gets put into the hopper for a drawing for a quarterly prize. The first of these drawings will take place around the end of August for a Party Source gift card.
This week’s CotW comes from Brittani Ristau, who dropped a “Yes, hate the Cubs, Joey,” and managed to work in a Marty Brennaman reference in her comment on this post:
First of all, it makes me love joey more. i have met joey in person and he signed my jersey, and even took the time to write ” to brittani, your friend Joey Votto” He did equally nice things for other people getting things signed that he could tell were real fans and were going to be keeping the memorabelia instead of selling it.
Does he hate cubs fans? YES. I hate cubs fans, cubs batting coach, pitching coaches, some people in cincinnati like Lou because he took up to the world series, but i was four years old when that happened so i still hate him. Joey hates the fans because they come to our beautiful ball park, in a stunning, historic city and the look to cause trouble.
If you really need an example. I would say in april of 2008, the 16th i think….. the cubs threw back Adam dunn’s homerun ball… and then threw 15 aditional balls onto the field. I’ll let a quote from marty brenneman about that night close it out. “There are balls coming from all over the place! Left field, center field, right field. … See, this is the kind of thing, quite honestly right now, that makes you want to see this Chicago Cubs team lose. .. far and away, the most obnoxious fans in baseball, in this league, are those who follow this team right here. … You simply root against them. I’ve said all winter — they talk about this team winning the division — and my comment is, they won’t win it because, at the end of the day, they still are the Chicago Cubs, and they will figure out a way to screw this whole thing up.”
i am with you joey. hate ‘em.
Thanks for pitching in, Brittani! We’ll put you in the pile for the drawing.
For those of you who can be found on sweltering weekends bent over milk crates of garage sale and record store vinyl, searching for that one, perfect, unfound record, you have yet another outlet in Cincinnati.
Mmmm...shiny records.
Located in the mid-revitalized section of OTR at 1333 Main St. (next to Iris Book Cafe–which is worth a trip in itself), Another Part of the Forest is primarily a used vinyl shop, but they also offer DVD sales and rental, a collection of pulp fiction, and comics. Since I’m only interested in vinyl, that’s what I went there to check out after reading this article in Cincinnati’s CityBeat.
Proprietor Mark Markiewicz (oh he of a magnificent manly beard) was happy to chat about his collection, what he was into, what he wanted to find, and how business was progressing “…hot and slow.” He’s only been open since the end of June, and the 1,000 square foot space is packed to the gills with his merchandise, minus AC.
The collection is eclectic to say the very least. When my vinyl-hunting partner in crime and I went the first time, we found three records we hadn’t found anywhere else. Three. And we didn’t even poke around that long. When we went back to claim those gems, we were disappointed to find that they’d been snatched. But such is the record collector’s lament.
Another Part of the Forest has some 8,000 titles on display throughout the store, with more than 15,000 titles in stock. Their specialty, which you’ll notice immediately, tends toward the “high brow”: Jazz, modern classical and European, and spoken word. However, do not underestimate the varied taste of Mr. Markiewicz. Also represented: soul, bluegrass, country, soundtracks, rock, opera, rock-opera, international, folk, 45s, 7 inches, and pretty much everything else that’s ever existed in this format. We picked up albums ranging from the classic yodeler Jimmie Rogers to the ever-apt Frank Zappa. Turntables are available to try all albums, and they encourage listening.
The store deserves a look, whether you’re super-into vinyl or not, and why not grab a coffee next door at Iris’s and check out their shared back patio–a beautiful, shaded and cool respite from a summer afternoon in Cincy?
Check out Another Part of the Forest’s Facebook page here.
