Mack, Befuddled., originally uploaded by Kluv32.

The Spanish Harlem Semi-Formal (sixth annual?!!?) was held this past Saturday at Frants' pad. Though smaller in numbers this time (more traveling, more babies, etc.), there was still plenty of fun to go around. Even Duck crashed the party -- twice -- via the PS3 and Frants' iMac chatterbox. The foodstuffs were delicious (especially the frozen chocolate pie), the iPod & Looney Tunes were bumpin', the liquor was flowing.

Of course, as the night wore on, it was time for the rocking.

Frants cracked out the PS3, and everyone jumped in to get a taste of the Rock Band. We had excellent renditions of "Roxanne", "Here It Goes Again", "Dani California", "Maps" and more. First time singers wailed. Drummers crushed like Animal. Guitarists shredded like Zakk Wylde. (Other times, whipping out a video game would normally bring a party to a screeching halt -- but it seems that Rock Band breaks that phenomenon. ) During every song, the floors would literally shake up and down with people dancing and going crazy. Fun fun fun. And that's not just the booze talking.

Of course, perhaps I didn't need to have those extra glasses of scotch... but isn't that what Rock 'n Roll excess is about?

Head over to Flickr and check out my photos here, and Frants' photos here.

It's a Ballroom Blitz!

Labels: flickr, Frants, Rock Band, SpaHa SemiFormal

High Dynamic Frants., originally uploaded by Kluv32.

The HDR Frants' reminder: SpaHa Semi-Formal is coming up this Saturday evening! Even if you've missed some of the past years, now is the time to get up on it. Spiral Ham compels you!

Schitzo winter weather has continued back east, with 61 degrees on Monday, 19 degrees on Tuesday. All I ask for is a couple'a inches of snow!

Listening to the new Doughty album this morning, the first track reminded me of an excellent article on prosthetics in this month's Esquire. Entitled "Ft. Hood", it's my song of the day for today.

"You want me to pay HOW MUCH?", originally uploaded by Kluv32.

Update to one and all -- if you've sent me a text message in the past two days, I did not (and probably will not) see it. Unfortunately, the displays on my phone have crapped out, and I am forced to find a new phone.

Hopefully tonight.

So, save yer witty texts for a few days...

Old Ale House., originally uploaded by Kluv32.

Wow. Nothing like days where temperature + wind chill = minus ten degrees. Days where your face goes numb in less than one city block of walking (and I'm not talking semi-numb, I'm talking stick-a-pin-in-my-cheek-and-I-won't-feel-it numb). Days where 50mph wind gusts rip screens off your building and keeps you awake at night with all the howling.

These are the days where I'd like to just curl up next to a wood stove in a nice little pub and read the paper while I knock back pint after pint. You know, like McSorley's.

That's what I'd like to be doing today.

*sigh*

The Jints., originally uploaded by Kluv32.

A hearty congratulations to our pals who root for Big Blue. I still don't quite know if I'll ever be able to understand the phrase "Elijah Manning: Super Bowl MVP", but there you have it. Of course, this also means I'll get to see more clips of the Bills losing Super Bowl XXV for the next year-ish. So it goes.

My heartfelt sympathies to our Pats fans friends and family. While your quest for glory was denied, some of you still can relish in more positive things -- like pitchers and catchers in two weeks and the addition of Sean Casey. Also, take heart in the fact that you probably won't lose the next three in a row as well, and that, unlike those Cowboys fans, you know that Giselle isn't to blame [that would be, in order: 1.) The Un-Viking-like offensive line. 2.) The red sweatshirt. 3.) Not kicking the damn field goal.].

To conclude the NFL season, I present this video of some Giants Fans watching the end of the game. It's something I think that both fans of the Giants and Pats can enjoy (possibly for different reasons).

Super Tuesday has come and gone, and it looks like things are still neck and neck. I'm guessing we won't have this thing decided for at least another month (but I can't help but wonder what might be different if you California fools didn't let over 40% of your votes be sent in 30 days ago...). It's exciting, to say the least -- but, naturally, I'm still apprehensive about the other side of the aisle. McCain seems to be a lock (Bush Pt. 3? Bush-Lite?), but the surprising performance of Huckabee raises an interesting conundrum -- will the Rev. Huck be tapped for VP? In light of some of his more 'colorful' ideas, that's freaking scary.

Church and state? Separation, schmeparation.

If all things were equal, I'd throw my weight behind our buddy, Brother Ben Wilson -- who celebrated a milestone birthday yesterday by announcing his candidacy for the Presidency. Anyone who can pull of a long-sleeved Breeders shirt and jean cut-offs is aces in my book. Send him any and all policy and campaign ideas.

Be well, and let's see if we can't get this messy little strike thing cleared up over the weekend, okay?