Wednesday, April 04, 2007
This just in: Chingy! still morbidly obese
So finally I have joined the 21st century and purchased a digital camera. Last night KatieScarlett took me to some shady camera store in Times Square and negotiated a sweet deal on this cute little camera that looks like an iPod, and which came with a protective rubber case in case one of the dogs decides to appropriate it for a chew toy. To celebrate the purchase and to prefunk for last night's premiere of "Deadliest Catch" (which was fucking AWESOME), we went to the Times Square Red Lobster.
I had never eaten at the Red Lobster in Times Square, partly because I hate Times Square, and partly because I only go to Red Lobsters when I'm not in New York City. There is practically one restaurant for every person in Manhattan, so what the hell is the point of going to a place I can find in Anytown, USA? Nonetheless, Red Lobster was jamming. Every tourist in NYC seems to invariably stick with what they know rather than venture out and try something new, so there were lines coming out of the Red Lobster, as well as the nearby Olive Garden, TGIFridays, Applebee's, and Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. It took us a while to squeeze into some seats at the bar, but once we did we were rewarded with an excellent view of the NCAA Women's basketball championship (which pleased KatieScarlett on account of the abundance of lesbians) interspersed with more "Deadliest Catch" commercials.
When I got home in time to crack open a cold one and watch "Deadliest Catch" (in which the hotness that is Sig Hansen pranked Blake the greenhorn captain of the Maverick who spent last season bitching about how he wasn't captain yet and who has a SERIOUS date rapist look about him by hiding a bag of rotten fish in the Maverick wheelhouse), I started playing with my camera. Unfortunately, there's not a lot of interesting shit in my apartment to photograph unless you're into empty Heineken bottles and Red Bull cans. Therefore, I took pictures of the dogs.
Caesar, as always, is as handsome as can be, even though I haven't quite figured out the flash on this new camera yet:
And for those of you inquiring as to Chingy!'s health, specifically whether or not he's lost any weight, the answer to that is an unequivocal NO:
On the bright side, I snagged some errant glucose test strips belonging to an immunology lab that shares our space in the mouse house to test Chingy!'s urine, and so far he is not diabetic. Any news that distracts me from the fact that every day he is more reminiscent of a beached whale is good news. CHONGAY CHONG!
And don't worry, I'll figure out how to take better pictures and how to work this camera in time for LL Cool Jew's bachelorette party tomorrow. Obviously, me getting together with ten drunken sluts in ho-ass shirts and sticking that mess in the middle of Scores with an open bar for three hours requires photo documentation. That's why I had to insist on getting this camera this week in the first place. So stand by...MillerTime arrives tonight and the insanity will begin, and I'll have better pics than my fat, sleeping Hutt of a dog to share with the world.
I had never eaten at the Red Lobster in Times Square, partly because I hate Times Square, and partly because I only go to Red Lobsters when I'm not in New York City. There is practically one restaurant for every person in Manhattan, so what the hell is the point of going to a place I can find in Anytown, USA? Nonetheless, Red Lobster was jamming. Every tourist in NYC seems to invariably stick with what they know rather than venture out and try something new, so there were lines coming out of the Red Lobster, as well as the nearby Olive Garden, TGIFridays, Applebee's, and Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. It took us a while to squeeze into some seats at the bar, but once we did we were rewarded with an excellent view of the NCAA Women's basketball championship (which pleased KatieScarlett on account of the abundance of lesbians) interspersed with more "Deadliest Catch" commercials.
When I got home in time to crack open a cold one and watch "Deadliest Catch" (in which the hotness that is Sig Hansen pranked Blake the greenhorn captain of the Maverick who spent last season bitching about how he wasn't captain yet and who has a SERIOUS date rapist look about him by hiding a bag of rotten fish in the Maverick wheelhouse), I started playing with my camera. Unfortunately, there's not a lot of interesting shit in my apartment to photograph unless you're into empty Heineken bottles and Red Bull cans. Therefore, I took pictures of the dogs.
Caesar, as always, is as handsome as can be, even though I haven't quite figured out the flash on this new camera yet:
And for those of you inquiring as to Chingy!'s health, specifically whether or not he's lost any weight, the answer to that is an unequivocal NO:
On the bright side, I snagged some errant glucose test strips belonging to an immunology lab that shares our space in the mouse house to test Chingy!'s urine, and so far he is not diabetic. Any news that distracts me from the fact that every day he is more reminiscent of a beached whale is good news. CHONGAY CHONG!
And don't worry, I'll figure out how to take better pictures and how to work this camera in time for LL Cool Jew's bachelorette party tomorrow. Obviously, me getting together with ten drunken sluts in ho-ass shirts and sticking that mess in the middle of Scores with an open bar for three hours requires photo documentation. That's why I had to insist on getting this camera this week in the first place. So stand by...MillerTime arrives tonight and the insanity will begin, and I'll have better pics than my fat, sleeping Hutt of a dog to share with the world.
Labels: Caese Doggy Dogg, CHONGAY CHONG, doggity style, I LOVE IT
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My God. Never mind about the diabetes, start researching bypass for that dog. My prediction: Upper East Side.
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