To those who say I did not give enough coverage of the Allstar first year party, I say go into the sandwich shop and ask to see the official pictures. I am not in them, but they are vivid portraits of the team in celebration mode. Tonight I am in celebration mode because I don’t have to work at East Coast. The Mondays have been bumming me out. Instead I kicked back and watched the season 4 closer of Entourage on demand, after a few hours of U.S. Open tennis, with a steak tip, mashed potato, arugula feta salad dinner thrown in for good measure. And a liberal amount of time watching my roommate play Bioshock on Xbox 360. Save the little sisters!
Not to sound like I’m gloating, but the queue is very low. My laundry is fresh and clean. The house is too. I polished my wood floors today. The white whip is parked directly in front of my house. Autumn is my favorite season, and though it doesn’t start this week, it does start this month and I can feel that. Next Tuesday Kanye and 50 go head to head. I’m going to use my music service to listen to both albums, as I have done with the (beefless) Aesop / Talib simultaneous releases, but I’m thinking I’ll be down with Kanye. His song “Good Life” appeared on Entourage, and it was making me want to get polished up, maybe eat some oysters. Plus he gave the boys a ride on his jumbo jet to Cannes, come on.
Autumn is the time of year when Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill sounds awesome. But I digress, I haven’t even gotten to the best part of my day off: I got to hang with El and C today. They came over and checked out my new apartment (hence the doing of the wood floors, they didn’t notice) and then we went ball shopping at Target, where I ran into Chef Eric buying dog food and such, wearing his Jamaica – No Problem green and yellow cap. I love that cap. The three of us then drove to a park on Broadway in Somerville and played some round robin tennis. King of the Court was going on, and I was briefly king. Yup, King Arthur for a minute. Actually, my serve was as good as its ever been today. Of course that meant that I couldn’t hit forehand or backhand for shit, but it felt good. Media!
Watch me get screwed on the return.
virtual blue skies and another tennis entry! yea!
you look handsome, you look smart
you are a walking work of art
but where’s your shirt of many colors?
don’t you love your shirt of many colors?
your serve is lovely and yet as i watched the 2’s of U’s play i realized something even more lovely: that i CAN play tennis and not feel totally retarded. i’m going to practice on the shitty mcgrath highway court which features many weedy cracks and knobs. if i can hit stuff and not kill myself in the process i must play w/you sometime. pleaze? it’ll go better than basketball–‘take off your shoes and run the court!’
i must prepare in case i run into mario ancic again. boo-hoo.
looky here, reeeeeeeeeet. it’s time for a post. your fans loved the tennis, they all thought of you when they saw this http://www.jossip.com/media/havent-we-met-before-20070912/, but they need something new now. NOW. reeeeeeeeeeet.