And so this happened last night, and thank God, because I was getting a little more than depressed while watching the Capitals utterly fail to unleash the fury. Luckily, a sometimes-employer (uh, not for hooking) called and invited me out to sidle at Sei, where he was tasting the nectar of Japan's collective ass -- shochu. Good Lord, that sh*t was disgusting.
However, the food was not. Sashimi pizza on a scallion pancake! Kobe beef sushi! Japanese barbecue pork on sweet buns! And a whole lot of other junk that made up for me drinking Japanese (metaphorical) butt juice earlier.
Oh, and I also convinced my sidle-enabler to pay me to write about "The Room." Although, I'm not sure how that's gonna work out because I can't find a ticket to this Friday's New York City show, featuring a live appearance by writer/director/producer/actor/accidental genius Tommy Wiseau. Won't someone let me sidle?! In return, I'll buy you a moderately priced beverage and tiny meal of food at Sei's fairly decent looking happy hour:
But enough advertising other people's ventures for free. That's why I'm not going to talk about the Waffle House ex-Redskin
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evidently a friend of mine knows someone who worked on the film. i emailed him and told him if i can find a way to get you there i would be cool on the internet. hopefully that is enough of a push. will let you know.
HOLY. CRAP. I've given up on getting a ticket. BUT, I've been tapped to write an article about The Room anyway and would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to speak with your friend, if possible. Is it possible??? We should probably email/talk about this offline...
oh yes. i have arranged. how can i contact you?
theantidc at gmail dot com !!!
got you. go check that gmail!
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