My Decision-Making Skills Are AWESOME!
I know that I'm speaking for the entire platoon when I say this week should be postponed until this platoon is better rested...
Hey kids, just got back from Myrtle Beach, S.C., where I toured the spectacularly badass Hard Rock Park. I'll inundate you with details of that impressive joint soon enough. (Big story in June. Many adjectives. Stay tuned.)
All in all, it was a weekend filled with lots of hard-nosed journalism. Oh, there was also: my penthouse suite at the Island Vista, myriad synaptic misfirings (and bad dancing) due to Red Bull consumption, a dude at Ripley's who ripped a freakin' phone book in half (I can die happy now) and the coolest, funniest, drinkiest bunch of press peers I could ever imagine. I'll miss each and every one of them.
Now the bad part: Although I'm feeling tired, vomitious, morose, forlorn, funky, smelly, hungover and snotty, I have a Kanye West show tonight and Radiohead tomorrow. Brutal stretch, and I'm sure each and every one of you has great sympathy for me. So now I'm going to sob. And maybe hydrate.
Sean Daly is the pop music critic for the St. Petersburg Times. His CD collection -- from Journey to Dylan, Prince to U2, Public Enemy to Stan Getz -- is much bigger and better than yours.
I have sympathy for you going to see Kanye West. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.
Posted by: Bassnote | May 05, 2008 at 01:00 PM
Forget the Redbull SD, you need to go to the Gatorade. If it is good enough for Tiger Woods it is good enough for you.
Posted by: | May 05, 2008 at 02:16 PM
The ultimate hangover cure: Plenty of Gatorade and then find some really greasy fare to eat, like gyros! Dude, they're 2 for $10 at Louis Pappas today. That'll clean you out.
Posted by: Spearsy | May 05, 2008 at 02:35 PM
A 32 Ounce Gatorade before beddy-bye and no hangover effects the following day. If no Gatorade, substitute water and 3 advil.
Posted by: sparky | May 05, 2008 at 02:41 PM
The official Navy hangover cure:
800 milligrams of Motrin, washed down with Gatorade and club soda. Follow that up with 5 or 6 deep breaths off of a tank of pure oxygen, and you're back in the game.
By the way, the gyros at Dimitri's souvlaki shop in the next village over when we lived in Greece also had amazing curative powers, and were only 45 cents apiece!
Posted by: Jeff in Cuba | May 05, 2008 at 03:38 PM
Don't offer him remedies people! He did this to himself. Let the boy suffer for his sins. He knows Red Bull drinks do bad, bad things to him yet he continues to consume massive quantities. He's just asking for it!
Posted by: Forever Fiancee | May 05, 2008 at 04:06 PM
I bet you could win the Pulitzer Prize for the story on Hard Rock Park....
Posted by: Ice Princess | May 05, 2008 at 05:21 PM
Do you hear that, Daly? That's my tiny violin. I have no sympathy for a family man who can "blame" his partying lifestyle on "work." Whatever dude! (Yes, I'm jealous). Enjoy the show. Then, when the FF starts the verbal assault, tell her "I can't hear you, my ear drums are shot."
Posted by: scooterbucs | May 05, 2008 at 05:25 PM
Ah, crap, we've drawn fire from the FF.
I keep telling him to lay off the Red Bull, but Sean listens about as well as he keeps quiet.
Posted by: Spearsy | May 05, 2008 at 05:33 PM
Can't wait until June! How was the Zep coaster?!
Posted by: Tonka61 | May 06, 2008 at 09:44 PM
Can't wait until June! How was the Zep coaster?!
Posted by: Tonka61 | May 06, 2008 at 09:44 PM