No cup for me. I'll take a bowl, please.

Everyone knows The Commodores first hit single was, "108 Minutes Til I Get Your Love"

Unfortunately, we waited another 30 minutes for the numbers to come up again with nothing, but we did find this…

...And we just wanted to post these guys because that white guy is just the grooviest muthafucka EVER! Ohio Players, ya'll!

]]> http://www.sorryigotdrunk.com/archives/2010/05/lost-on-music-choice-channel.php/feed 0 http://www.sorryigotdrunk.com/archives/2010/04/what-a-weekend-l-a-beer-fest-warrior-dash-socal.php http://www.sorryigotdrunk.com/archives/2010/04/what-a-weekend-l-a-beer-fest-warrior-dash-socal.php#comments Mon, 12 Apr 2010 21:11:10 +0000 Lou http://www.sorryigotdrunk.com/?p=3350 I’m still getting my bearings after the insane weekend of drinking all day Saturday at the L.A. Beer Fest and then Warrior Dashing all day Sunday, while also drinking, of course. Here’s a couple of shots I took. More to come…

As we perused the store, at this point more interested in finding the exit than continue to be disappointed by this “store,” it occurred to me that we were in the workout section and I had been internally entertaining the idea of getting us a workout ball for the house. Now, I know what you’re thinking. “What self respecting man buys an exercise ball?” Well, this guy does. And you might want to just move on if that’s too much for you to handle. It gets better.

Doing my usual cheapskate price comparisons I see that the Reebok brand ball is $30 while the cheaper Embark brand is only $9. Not a tough decision for what is essentially a big plastic inflatable pool toy, but one that was about to get even easier. Being that I’m a man of the New Millenium, I’m an avid watcher of Project Runway and now its companion show Models of the Runway. Say what you want, but most of those crazy, eccentric designers have more talent in their tiny, calloused pinky finger than pretty much every other reality show contestant combined. Oh, and there are half naked models. So there’s that.

Will we buy the ball? Why am I talking about Lifetime shows? Is this question rhetorical?

For the exciting conclusion, click here.

So, there I am about to be the frugal bastard I am, when the misses says, “Isn’t that that model from Models of the Runway?” Why yes, yes it is her! Now, this is obviously a sign. And I being married to an ardent astrologist, I’ve heard about these “signs” before. I think they mean something. Maybe something about stars and water or dirt… I’m still not entirely sure, but I’m learning.

But here we are with one of the models, Monique Darton, who is competing on the show, already appearing on a box of a reasonably priced medium fitness ball at Target. Does this have any ramifications on the show? Does she win? Did she do this ad before the show because she needed the money, always dreaming of one day shilling for the fine folks at Reebok instead? Am I wearing pants? All of these, valid concerns.

This being a sign and all, I swoop up said box with ball and head to the exit, excited to spend an hour inflating it, 10 minutes deciding I’m not limber enough to use it without minor injury and 20 minutes writing this post about the whole incredible ordeal.

There isn’t an exciting conclusion to this story, not that there was really any exciting parts so far, but I just wanted to do a nice pop culture post like all the rest of the blogosphere does every day.

I guess the moral of the story is: Marriage Takes Balls. All kinds of them. Brass ones for asking her folks for permission.. Big ones to ask her to marry you.. Productive ones if you want to make smaller versions of yourself.. And sometimes you need a plastic one to exercise with.

So remember, kiddies, keep your ass on the ball and keep reaching for the stars, just like Monique.

As Always, Mahalo,

Lou

The night opened up with a clip of an interview with Chevy from the 70′s interview show “Inside The Comedy Mind” in which he declares he wouldn’t go back to television until his film career is waning. Yep, that was just about right. But thank god he ended up with these kids instead of most of the crap “comedies” on the tube these days. After the crap that we had to see him sink to in the years preceding “Community,” it’s so good to see him in his element again. Surrounded by talented funny people who push him to be creative again.

Joel McHale, Ken Jeong, Donald Glover, Gillian Jacobs were all great. Unfortunately, Alison Brie, Yvette Nicole Brown and the amazing Danny Pudi couldn’t make it, but in the end it was Chevy’s night. He came out falling over chairs and pretty much controlled the night from that point on, that is when the show’s creator wasn’t rambling on about some philosophical meaning behind this screwball sitcom. Comedy is obviously Chevy’s rule number one, but beyond all the falling and the mumbling behind other people talking and gargling his water and acting like he couldn’t hear the moderator and everyone else’s stories about him calling them pricks or fucks or wondering aloud about how it is for them to be both fat and gay, he ended the night with unexpected sincerity.

He said, “You know, I started on ‘SNL’ in its first year with [John] Belushi and Gilda [Radner] and people who are still here like Jane [Curtin] and Danny [Aykroyd] and Billy [Murray]. I’ve worked with some of the best and I don’t know that any of them, for this type of show, could do a better job than this cast does… This is a step up for me.”

It was just a sublime experience. I can only assume that this will be the only time I will be in the same room as Chevy and we got our money’s worth.

(Just a few shots I got from upstairs. Yeah, they’re blurry but it’s good stuff of Chevy falling and crawling around and Ken Jeong screaming things to him as if he were a deaf old man. Good times.)

[Some info to aid my recollections for the night came from tv.com, thefutoncritic.com and zap2it.com.]

According to Huffington Post:

In 2003, two students from the school’s Jack-O-Lantern humor magazine attempted to create a mascot that “wasn’t racist, biased or sexist, yet entirely unacceptable.” Ladies and gentlemen, meet Keggy the Keg.

Perfect.

(Also this is a test of my WordPress for Blackberry).