Friday, June 16, 2006

Sir Grot-A-Lot Pt. 4.1


Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.
~Marlene Dietrich

Duty then is the sublimest word in the English language. You should do your duty in all things. You can never do more, you should never wish to do less.
~General Robert E. Lee

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
~Washington Irving

Nano Nano
1. Spaceship ~Kanye West
2. Hard to Concentrate ~RHCP
3. Touch it or Not ~Cam'ron
4. Try Me ~James Brown
5. Many Rivers to Cross ~Jimmy Cliff
6. Breakaway ~Kelly Clarkson
7. Gone ~Kanye West

The Sir Grot-A-Lot stories seem to be fan favorites, plus it's Friday, which means brain power is at an all time low, and something lighthearted is in order.


Memorial Day weekend (which is also Fleet Week in NYC) 2 or 3 years ago NYC. SG had a place on the Upper East Side so I figured I'd pay him a visit. I took the Chinatown Bus up there cuz it was dirt cheap, unfortunately nothing exciting happened on the rides to and from as would be expected from there Chinatown bus. I actually had a date in NYC with someone I met on JDate so there was extra motivation to go, as an aside I was riding somewhat of a dating high having gone out to a Wizards game the night before on another Jdate. But I digress. On the corner next to SG's apartment was a great dive bar, whose Happy Hour special was called "Free Beer." In years prior it actually was free beer for an hour but due to some legal issues beers were actually 25 cent. Needless to say we took advantage. I knew I'd be in for a crazy night because let's face it I'm going out with SG, but also Sly was coming down from Rhode Island for the weekend too. Both share titles as the blackout kings.
SG had been down south a few weeks before and made the obligatory stop at South of the Border. Purchasing several boxes of stink bombs, and by several I mean 25 or so. Keep in mind we were about 26 years old. So the plan was simple enough drop a couple of those bad boys in the Free Beer HH and then laugh till it hurt watching everyone's reaction. We did, and they didn't, there was some nose holding and general malaise, but everyone stood strong and toughed it out for 25 cent beer. We were amazed, and no matter how many of those things we dropped the reaction didn't change. (About 6 total were dropped). The time had come to proceed to the next bar, it was only about 9pm but it was time. Our trek took us only a block away when we spotted an almost empty bar, the only occupants were 7 hotties at the bar, which seemed like invitation enough for us. We put the childish games on hold because it was mackin' time. Many many drinks, several hours, and some digits later the bar was packed but SG and I had maintained a prime spot at the bar. The music was good they were playing a good mix of 80's, classic rock and some hip-hop and modern pop, and I could see SG was really getting into it, only problem was he couldn't see. Literally. His eyes were closed and would remain closed for about an hour. But being the trooper he is and professional drinker he wouldn't be kicked out until his head was on the bar. Despite his eyes being closed he managed to play air guitar and mouth the words to all the songs dead-on. When I realized his uncanny ability for lyrical recall, something odd struck me. What song is this??? George Michael??? Freedom?? Really?? SG??? OH MY GOD!!! SG didn't skip a beat playing a flawless air guitar and mouthing the exact lyrics to this wonderful but very gay George Michael hit!!!


This weekend and story continues on with much hilarity Sir Grot-A-Lot Pt. 4.2 coming soon!


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