DECEMBER 18: BACK ON THE SCENE
OK, Christmas is here with the appropriate blend of misery, stress
and joyousness that one has come to expect in our gift-obsessed
consumer culture. It's been some time, I know, so this month I will
ramble slightly longer than usual. Earlier this month, I actually
managed to scribble down some inane thoughts about a batchelor party
I attended for Nathan Smith, but neglected to post it, so I have
included it below for your enlightenment and
enjoyment.
There is also a whole slew (or "shitload" in jackass-speak)
of new material which has been slung across the virtual ether at
me from all directions. See the headings below
to find out of what I speak.
DECEMBER 3: WINTER
WONDERLAND
As I sit here watching the thick fog roll in for the second day
in a row, listening to a frenetic version of Coltrane's Impressions,
I think to myself that Christmas is almost here. Honestly, it is
uncharacteristically nippy here in So Cal: The high today was only
62 (the average is 68). The missus and I have donned our warmest
winter gear and are bracing ourselves for a long, hard winter.
Speaking of winter, I recently got a real taste of it up in the
Lake Tahoe region a few weeks ago for the bizatchelor party of our
favorite red-headed brother, Nate, "Smitty" Smith. In
full force were a) a sizable Wall, b) a squirrelly Glenn, c) a hobbling
Reed and d) the starting line of Amherst's 1994 football team.
Glenn and myself actually caught what is sometimes referred to
simultaneously as "Freshies" and "Pow-pow" in
the local parlance. We woke up after getting a solid 2 hours of
sleep and opted out of the early morning booze binge breakfast and
nostalgic Amherst/Williams homecoming game via digital satelliteall
so we could get our early season swerve on at Alpine Meadows.
Needlesstosay, a half day on the slopes turned into a full day
as we carved up the mountain, careful to avoid rocks and other early
season nasties. Meanwhile the boys, back at the ranch, were drinking
themselves into a stupor. At around 4:00, they got a head-start
on the night's festivities (with the help of a hastily recruited
designated driver) and made their way to Reno, Nevada, which, in
this season, is quite simply an Arctic version of Vegas.
"Meet us at The Gentleman's Club" I remember them yelling
at me from the static of my cell phone at the top of Alpine. No
sooner had we made the one and a half hour drive to Reno and were
pulling into the parking lot of The Gentleman's Club, when we noticed
a sizable group of men stumbling out of the establishment. Apparently
it was over and all quite amusing, by the frenzy with which the
guys clammored to tell one story or another. So, for the sake of
the almighty Snowboard, Glenn and I gave up the age-old tradition
of throwing away good money on booze and exotic dancers [that's
my story and I'm sticking to it].
We gambled for approximately an hour and a half and then drove
back to Tahoe to continue the tomfoolery in the safer and less financially
hazardous confines of The Hunting Lodge.
Anyways, it was great fun to be up in NoCal again and seeing old
fools and meeting a crew of new fools to get stupid with. To thaw
myself out from the twice daily bone-chilling snow chain installation
and removal required to get vehicles up the hill to the Hunting
Lodge, I spent the following week in Miami for good measure.
Enough with the pleasantries, on with the Caca. We have a whole
slew of content this time around, peruse and enjoy at your leisure.
LA STORIES
Chuck C's devastatingly active social life has him
hobnobbing with Pam Anderson, Dave Navarro, Pat O'Brien and a bunch
of other celebrities which he shared space with. Check out his latest
celebrity updates at LA
STORIES.
MUSIC REVIEW
Check the music section for the most recent review by yours truly
of an incredible band which I have recently become mildly obsessed
with. They are called Orishas and combine two of my favorite genres
of music: Hip-hop and Afro-cuban music. Check out my review of Orishas
to hear clips of this revolutionary innovative music by clickling
here
now.
POCKET CHANGE
Wade Nacinovich sends us some fiction, unrelated
to his journalistic accounting of "things to do in the outer
boroughs." This unusual short story recounts a day in the life
of an inept cubicle-bound pencil-pusher whose life is a confusion
of insecurity and mental second-guesses. I'm sure you will all relate
to it at some level. Go to POCKET
CHANGE now.
THE OTHER END OF NOWHERE: A MANHATTANITE'S
GUIDE TO THE OUTER BOROUGHS
This time, Rob Maitra offers us another perspective
from the East Indian diaspora in Queens, by treating us to the world-famous
Sybill's bakery, a Guyanese staple and wonderful place to visit.
Go to THE OTHER END OF NOWHERE
now.
MISSING BOTTOMS
Shane offers us a wonderfully sophomoric piece of
fiction, a second in his "Mysterious Creatures Trilogy."
This time he and his trusty beer-swilling sidekick, Sean, head out
to the back woods of Tennessee to rescue a sweet damsel from Big
Foot. Go to MISSING BOTTOMS
now.
WHAT'S NEXT?
Having recently returned from Nathan's wedding in
Houston, I have not yet had a chance to write it up. Additionally,
Rosie "Sony" Flynn took much video footage which, rumor
has it, I will edit together for a little video presentation on
the Casa.
Also, look for another edition of THE
OTHER END OF NOWHERE, which will take a closer look at a religious
artifact warehouse in Queens.
Additionally, we are fortunate to have a guest contributor next
time around who has recently returned from being an observer in
the recent Bosnian elections--I kid you not. His visit to Bosnia
was doubly interesting this time around because it coincided with
the organized chaos that was our election of 2000.
SUBMISSIONS WELCOME
Are you funny? Do you think you have something to
offer? Do you ever spend hours penning a funny email to your friends
secretly hoping that they notice you possess some talent? Do people
ever tell you to stop talking so f-ing much? Well here's your chance
to put those overactive neurons to good use. CasaJP is accepting
submissions via electronic email to the following address: eljefe@casajp.com.
Anything worth printing will be treated to visual accoutrements
and posted forthwith (or withforth, as you desire).
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