Ladies and Gents,
It has been the Worm Moon recently, the full moon that typically accompanies balmier March temperatures (yeahright!), and thaws in the icy earth, during which, the worms emerge from months of tunneling deep underground. But this is an outdated piece of lore, I think, because what really happens during early March full moons is that Everywhere Pomeranian is drawn out of the ATM machine at the falafel joint. A cop tries to arrest all of us with a Peppermint Pattie instead of a badge. And lightning, if experienced in a controlled environment, such as the cab of a pickup truck traveling through the lonely midnights of North Cackalacky, can actually get you stoned. You'll pull off the highway for five bags of Cheetohs and see everything in that night vision military grainy-green. Indeed, folks, it's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World -- ever see that movie? Well, it only gets shown during the first week of March.
At Drink & Walk, we are trying to give the first full moon in March a new name: Let's call it the Pomeranian $20 Yipyap Mint Chocolate Bust You Lightning Bake Out Sid Caesar Moon, and I feel that this would be most accurate. To celebrate all the nuances of the lunar cycle, hoist a drink with me, Dan Gutstein, this Thursday, from 6:00 to 9:00 at Angles. If we have critical mass at 9:00 or so, we will decide on another watering hole to visit, or our name ain't Drink & Walk, damn it. Note that this week, Rod Smith and Star Emeritus Mel (Melissa) Nichols will be on special assignment in Georgetown.
12 Comments:
cosmic
5:38 AM
you should change yr blog to worm puppy. or trippy worm. trippy moon. moon puppy. your blog should be as the cycles of lunar body. or, just tell the truth, man. tequila. tequila. BA
9:59 AM
Did y'all go to George Mason? At Mason, that's all anybody talks about, is the moon. Moon this, moon that, what are you gonna moon?
10:31 AM
i once mooned all of memorial stadium during an orioles game. had an ass pocket of whiskey and -- heh heh, yeah, fucked w/ jesse orosco -- but the ushers threw out the dudes behind us. justice was served. that's what i've mooned. what YOU mooned? BA
10:51 AM
I didn't go to George Mason, so I don't know diddly about the moon. I'm an urban poet, and prefer concrete. What kind of whiskey did you have in that pocket?
12:45 PM
if by "pocket", you mean "stomach", and by "orioles game" you mean "christening" and by "jesse orosco" you mean "Father Finelli" ...then i have a similar story to tell..
1:45 PM
What's an "ass stomach of whiskey"?
3:27 PM
what i meant to ask was, in general, do urban poets have concrete butts?
11:53 PM
No, but our butts often fall on concrete when we have an ass stomach full of whiskey. It's somehow very imbalancing.
9:10 AM
much better to be at the beach, i'd say. with the ass stomach of whiskey. with the moons and the orbs.
1:19 PM
We've got lots of beach here, and it's going to be in the 80s this weekend. The moon I'm not sure about though. Haven't seen it, even around here. I think it's been removed for further study.
2:22 PM
i ain't got no concrete ass of whisky, and i ain't heard no class a boomer, and i ain't got no job. that's all they is to say. BA
11:09 AM
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