Entries in NYC (3)


Home At Last


The plane is circling for the landing, I'm anxious to get home!

There wasn't a line at the cab stand and the sun is setting as we head into Manhattan.

And here I am at my building withthe festive wreath on it. Hmm...the door looks like something, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

And here's my door, I'm going to go in and collapse on my futon. Drinking Traveling all day can sure wear a guy out.

Aaaahhhhh! (And Gumby's consorting with him, the goddamned traitor!)


September 27, 2011

Okay, today is going to be a quickity, blickity blog as I have to catch an airplane back to New York City. I had fun in Peoria and it was great seeing family and friends, but I’m looking forward to returning to my apartment in New York. Alright, here’s a couple photos, I gotta go pack.

The IHOP in Peoria. I've never eaten in here, but passed by it hundreds of times on the way to my parents house. This time it made me think about the East Village in New York. That's a little sad...okay, it's a lot sad.

My last night in Peoria, I met my friends Colleen and Tim Carey. You may remember that they were special guest stars on the 365 Bar Crawl last year for a couple of nights. And you should know/remember that if you haven't tried Butch's Pizza, you really should. Even if you're not in the Peoria area, you can order it online, just ask the BBC! (Scroll down to last update on this link.) Okay, I gotta run, see you tomorrow after dark.

Further reading: EV Grieve, Grub Street and Merchant Circle.

I'm going back to New York City,

I do believe I've had enough.

Surprise link, click on it...I dare you!)


August 11, 2011


Okay, I’ve whined in the past about my job and goddammit here I go again, I had a horrible fucking night at work. Tons of “super rush” jobs, pressure, stress, the heartbreak of psoriasis, doom, gloom, a field of screaming babies, tarantulas with bad toupees, lions, tigers and Dick Butkus in a bathtub of warm Aunt Jemima syrup. I’m here to tell you, this was one bad night. It’s over now though and I’m home drinking beer. And “Big Boobs Dating" is following me on Twitter, so I’ve got that going for me. It’s a little after three in the morning and I’ve been trying to think of something to do for tomorrow’s post. Actually, make that today’s post. Well, I was going through my files and found a scan of one of my most fun freelance articles I ever did. I thought I’d post that and some of the pictures that weren’t used and that’ll be today’s MAD.

The article was written for the NY Post back in December of 2007. A friend of mine is an editor at the Post and he called me and told me about a story where someone would put on a Santa outfit and basically be a real life, “Bad Santa.” He said they were having trouble finding someone to do it and wondered if I was interested. I told him I’d love to, went and picked up the Santa suit and talked with the editor I was going to work with on the story and a couple days later I went out with a photographer and we spent the day going to places that the real Santa would never go. We went to a strip club, an OTB parlor, a bar, Hooters and Victoria’s Secret. The published article is below.

The photographer’s name is Liz Sullivan and she was great to work with. Totally fearless. When you do stuff like this, you really have to put things and people around you out of your head and just focus on getting the shot you want and she was great at this. The manager in Victoria’s Secret was screaming at us and I just kept posing with underwear and Liz kept shooting. Then they called the cops on us, so we figured that would be a good time to leave, fast! We didn’t get kicked out of the OTB, but the guys inside weren’t too thrilled to have us in there and after about ten minutes we decided we had had enough. The whole day was a total blast and it was a snap to write. My only regret is they changed the lead line. I was told to write it from the point of view of someone who hates Christmas, but is going to try to go out and enjoy it in spite of himself. So my lead line was: “When it comes to Christmas, I’m ho-ho-hopeless.” Okay, it’s not Billy Shakespeare, but hey, I thought it was pretty good. The line was changed to: “I ho-ho-hate Christmas.” Oh well, that’s life in the freelance world and that’s why I don’t do it much these days.

Liz was nice enough to give me a disc of all the photos she took. Below are a few that the NY Post didn't use.

Subway Santa doesn't need no stinking MetroCard!

Ho, ho, ho! Mary Crimble!

Keying, "I heart Rudolf" in the subway window.

Talking with people and seeing if they were good little boys and girls all year.

And a beer to start the story off.

On the escalator at Victoria's Secret before they called the cops on us.

The hostess at the Lace strip club. She was thrilled that she was going to be in the NY Post and told me to come back with the paper when it was published and we'd party at the strip club. Then the NY Post didn't publish this photo. Thanks, NY Post!

And here we are at Hooters. Walking away from the table I remember saying to the waitress, "Those guys seem like real lunkheads." And she shot back, "Complete and total lunkheads!" Welcome to Hooters!

Here I am with the entire Hooters staff.

This was our last stop, the Off Track Betting Parlor. They weren't too thrilled with us in there.

Shortly after this photo was taken we were met with a chorus of, "Fuck you, Santa, get out of here!" A bunch of Grinches in there, I tell you!

Back at Langan's bar...

Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

Further reading: A Christmas Carol, A Christmas Story House & Museum and Costumes for Santa.

You Might Also Like: Carol Brady, Carroll O’Connor and Carroll Gardens.

Five Christmas Albums

A Christmas Gift For You By Phil Spector
The Beach Boys Christmas Album
Funky Christmas by James Brown
Happy Holi-dee by Lenny Dee
Christmas With Colonel Sanders


Father Christmas, give us some money,
Don't mess around with those silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over,
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed,
Give all the toys to the little rich boys.


(Surprise link...click on it...I dare you!)