It's felt like such an effort to log on and say anything these last few days. We all spent most of the last week up to our eyelids in snot and phlegm, which isn't the most conducive condition for writing perky, upbeat stories. Add to that a last minute trip to Chicago designed to test human endurance and you've got one seriously unmotivated blogger.
Apparently I missed a lot. First of all my fine city played host to the United Nations
this week. To the media it's a brief but ultimately silly distraction in the world of international politics. To New Yorkers, it's an extra 3 hours on your commute. I'm sure I'm not alone in wishing the UN relocated somewhere that would appreciate it more, say Detroit or Reykjavik. Why should New York have the monopoly on world leaders making delusional statements or misnaming countries?
Of far more importance, however, is señors Clooney & Pitt wandering the fine streets of our neighborhood. They've shrink-wrapped a townhouse down the street from us to film some new movie, and Oodgie and other local celebrities have been stalking them with laminated copies of their "lists" in their pockets. Since Angelina doesn't seem to be in attendance, and the chances of Clooney inviting me to his Lake Como estate for darts and pool is pretty slim I haven't stressed too much about it. I did think it might be nice if Cheeky were "discovered" and given a nice fat contract as "Cute Kid #1" in the film, but something tells me it doesn't work that way.
So this weekend we made up for lost time and went to three local festivals in search of nutritional meals and over-priced balloons shaped like cartoon characters. We kept thinking we'd come across pony rides or some other kid-friendly activity, but mostly it was crowds of people getting their faces slapped by the balloons we were dragging behind us. Cheeky got tired, we got cranky, and by the we got home I felt like I'd spent the day as Matt Damon's stunt-double. Remind me next time we get an idea like to start drinking before we get there.
One thing I'm not sad I missed is the last 17 games the Mets played. With all due respect to my Mets-lovin' compadre, no team that sucks that bad in September deserves to be in the playoffs. It looks likes the Mets agree. D'oh!
One thing I am sad I missed, though, was the 30th anniversary of Fonzie jumping the shark. Network television has repeatedly tried to top this moment, but for my money this is still the gold standard of formerly good shows selling out and becoming completely ridiculous. Just for fun, you might want to go back through my posts and see when I did the same. Here's the original for your viewing enjoyment...