Well, I issued a vague warning last week to the city of Austin about the upcoming weekend. When Danza and I are loose on the town sans moderating influence, no hot dog vendor/street clown is safe. Add a guest appearance by Frito, and it's even money that someone gets mugged by a gang of transvestites in the slums of Honduras. So, we did all of that on Saturday night and I'd like to go into the whole thing, but to be honest, the memory is a little sketchy. However, a discussion we had at the first bar we went to, the Red Eyed Fly, summarizes the whole evening.
We're setting out on the patio there, behaving like the handsome, young gents we are. There are a few other people out there, but not so many. A few minutes after we set up camp, this dude starts hauling in all of this musical equipment. As he does this, he notices us and he comes over to talk to us. He's really, really excited.
Dude: Sup, guys? You hear for the show?
Us: What show is that?
Dude: You haven't heard? Blowfly's playing. (He points to his Blowfly t-shirt.) He's a legend.
Us: Who's Blowfly?
Dude: He's the ORIGINAL dirty rapper. All that scandalous crap they're doing now, he started back in the '60s.
Us: Oh, that's cool.
Dude: Yeah, he's kinda my idol. Actually, I'm in the band opening for him tonight.
Us: What's the name of your band?
Dude: Schlongdaddy.
It's not many evenings where you get to hobnob with the lead singer of Schlongdaddy, and sit mere feet from the ORIGINAL dirty rapper. After that, well, we went other places and did other things, and somehow I woke up in my bed the next morning.
In other news, Cheech Marin's Mustache enters our fantasy league play-offs riding a season high, two game winning streak. Morale is high in the CMM locker room. We're playing well, the "Atta boy!" butt slaps are out of control, and there's talk of a pizza party. I look forward to beating the crap out of Paul's team next weekend, and then calling him up and singing "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" to him at 3 AM. This one's for Cheech! Round two of the play-offs, or I'll send the whole team to the Arena League!
Posted by Cody at December 5, 2005 6:37 PMFor those of you thirsting for more, check out http://www.schlongdaddy.com
Posted by: Cody at December 5, 2005 6:38 PMI remember nothing after we found a cab to take us home, but I am told we Roshamboed for the right to sleep with Rachel. You won.
Posted by: Danza at December 5, 2005 7:08 PMYou know, for the purposes of both charity and tax deductions, I'll be donating that right to the Salvation Army
Posted by: Cody at December 5, 2005 7:49 PMYou may have a two game winning streak, but last time I checked I registered half (2) of my victories against your team. With all of the offseason time you'll be getting, I nominate you to start making draft arrangements.
Posted by: Pdiddy at December 5, 2005 8:14 PMOh, and when making those arrangements, make sure Danza doesn't get Tomlinson again.
Posted by: Pdiddy at December 5, 2005 8:15 PM