Every evening, I ask myself one question… Where’s the news tonight?
On this evening, I thought that question could remain unanswered. The streets were vacant. The venues were vacant. Several churches and synagogues this weekend will have superior energy. Why was this? Park Street Festival was last weekend… Ohio State students have vanished… Opposing activities were occurring… Any reason is sensible… No reason is sufficient…
If you’ve read this website (and I know you have), Drink with a Lodge Bar employee night is an identifiable phrase. When last call echoed this evening, Lodge Bar employees were the only identifiable people… Trevor Day… Joe Information… Mike Material… The contingent was superb… However, Lodge Bar prefers this contingent’s alone presence prior to the venue opening…
While Lodge Bar’s night was regrettable, Matt Delight’s sentences were spectacular… He mocks his colleagues and this nation’s premiere comedy writers should applaud… He offers insight about the opposite sex and those who penned proverbs cringe… I know I typed he has never spent one second not amused with the thoughts in his own head… When those thoughts are spoken aloud, a column material encyclopedia is available…
Whereas Matt Delight was Lodge Bar’s lone highlight, Park Street Patio accrued their third consecutive victory. I know what you’re thinking… I said every venue was vacant and victory is utilized? This was not an evening when one venue survived an incomprehensible competition… Park Street Patio governed an evening when they were merely adequate…
Since our initial encounter, Jamie Precious has accrued four column appearances… You would assume one would run out of adjectives and then you realize the obvious… There are spectacular bunnies who are forgotten in five minutes and there are bunnies who speak for five minutes and are unforgettable… Jamie is the latter…
In a contrasting manner, Mia Charisma is another unforgettable slinger… Mia isn’t the precocious showcase… She isn’t the scandalous provocateur… She is simply an off the rack perfection… If the choice is the glitzy slinger who struts or the subdued slinger whose soul is visible within their eyes, Mia is the selection… Her soul is exquisite…
On Saturday, Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day raised expectations and won… Tonight, Sugar Bar Promotions Superstar Avi Primetime attempted a similar speculation… And speculation reestablished it’s definition… Sugar Bar was only buzzing… No section ever challenged or equaled swarmed…
And Sugar Bar’s evening deteriorated further… A fight ensued which included four security personnel, three randoms, two police officers, and a heifer in a tutu (and no that’s not the conclusion of a joke)… Conflicting reports exist concerning the scrap itself… According to witnesses, two women commenced fighting… Their boyfriends intervened… Security and police intervened… A Sugar Bar security person was inadvertently pepper sprayed in the mele…
Mia Charisma, Matt Delight, and Jamie Precious were excellent conversations… However, the preceding paragraph illustrates why my exit is never early… If I had learned about this incident via someone else, I would have remained regretful… I abhor missing the news…
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Friday, June 19, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Characters, Storylines Provide City’s Soundtrack
Characters and storylines are omnipresent. Characters are the people and personalities which crystallize an evening’s moments. Storylines pattern and progress an evening’s entirety.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival, the panorama was perfection. Parents and children strolling the scenery… Children smiling as their faces were painted… Couples and singles walking their dog… One could not have requested (and if they did, they would have been rejected) a superior visual to start the sun soaked afternoon…
As announced on twitter, I received the perfect start to my afternoon… Joe Boxer invited me onto his program… I will discuss my appearance momentarily, but I must compliment (and potentially gush about) Joe Boxer and WNCI. In three hours, the radio station’s triad and myself broached twenty separate conversations… A myriad of subjects, including this website’s ambition, composition, and origin, were discussed… These exchanges could have severed merely as icebreakers (and they did)… However, they also improved my intelligence…
Once, I labeled Joe Boxer as one of the most authentic, engaging people that one could encounter… If I continued praising his humanity for the next three pages, my assessment would remain spectacularly insufficient… Joe is not a role model you hope your children emulate… He is the role model you know you should emulate…
I promised I would return to my radio appearance, which I assumed would encompass three minutes… My appearance encompassed three hours and three segments… If you weren’t listening (and you should have been), Joe and I discussed the Gossip Awards, his hosting of them, this website, people watching, and platinum bunnies… If you were listening (I applaud you), I know I spoke with exceeding speed… You attempt twittering and have someone, as you’re typing, tell you your appearance is in thirty seconds…
Since I mentioned people watching (a phrase I never utilize), Park Street Festival’s afternoon was an amusing mosaic. From the lady who strode with a multi-colored purse and a gorilla wrapped around her arm to the Pittsburgh Steelers fans who offset their jerseys with terrible towels (no I’m not kidding), the calamitous cornucopia reaffirmed the obvious… This city needs a stylist…
The Steelers tandem simply epitomized the random and ridiculous montage of sports apparel which was present… The St. Louis Cardinals were copious… And every conference was represented… Big East, Mid American, Citywide Alliance of Kickball Champions… I enjoy sports… However, Park Street Festival isn’t the set of College Game Day… (Replace the gear with a polo)…
Between our initial and second twitter sessions, I encountered Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness… As we discussed the event, one observance interwove through our conversation… Both of us were on minimal sleep and our work was half-over… When Tori suggested a shot, my conscience opposed alcohol (it’s not a stimulant)… All my mind could articulate is “I will have one with you…”
When Tori and I’s consumption and conversation concluded, Jamie Precious captured my attention… Jamie has amassed three mentions in three columns… We could have discussed the periodic table and she would have maintained my attention… Yet, as we discussed Les Wexner and his impact upon this city, Jamie reminded me of what should be this website’s watchwords… Those are column material are column material…
What is applicable concerning people is applicable concerning venues… And Park Street Patio’s weekend crowds reinforce this… While other venues awaited or exchanged patrons, Park Street Patio acquired and sustained patrons throughout the event… They were never crushed… Yet, Park Street Festival never poached their audience…
After ninety minutes of rest (not relaxation), Gandhi invited me onto her program. I promoted the website. We then shared an off-air conversation about this city; it’s media and nightlife… As I said on twitter, Gandhi has more personality than professionals who have been in the business a decade… For her, randoms are merely unmet friends…
Amidst Ghandi and I’s conversation, Gonzo appeared, munching on a pulled pork sandwich… His apparel (a shirt which read “my mustache brings all the boys to the yard”) and our conversation (whether twittering sounds as a dirty word) assimilated perfectly into the twilight’s random atmosphere… Clearly, the characters would be this evening’s storyline…
One of those characters… Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day, a superstar among management in this city… Superstars do not typically commit colossal mistakes… They comprehend managed expectations… They comprehend exceeded expectations impress, even when the original expectations are miniscule… Imagine my shock when he raised expectations…
Whereas most view cockiness as a defect, Trevor views cockiness as a competitive advantage… His expression and eyes assume victory; they present victory, even when victory is a virtual impossibility… Common sense implored he should minimize expectations… He should embrace the term average night… Instead, Trevor appeared to bet the house on his pair of fours…
As I returned to the Park Street Festival, I encounter Drew Hanson and Jimmy Jam, walking amongst the throng… We locate a somewhat unoccupied space (somewhat at this hour, a relative term) and the pair continue their previous conversation… Now, I have no clue concerning the context or subject matter… Yet, this is irrelevant… Jimmy Jam and the Cheshire Cat’s incidental complaints are as entertaining as any stage production as I have ever witnessed…
Moments after midnight, the Park Street Festival concluded… And the storylines commenced… Park Street Patio was crushed… The entrance line extended into the street and locating one’s friends would have required google earth… Lodge Bar was swarmed… And Callahan’s was merely scattered… Inside the booth, Gonzo was mimicking Mike Gallicchio’s prowl of the previous week… Where was his crowd? Where was his crowd?
One hour subsequent, as anyone walking toward their car, would have been better off walking home, Callahan’s crowd vastly improved… Consistently the perfectionist, Gonzo’s prowl remained ever present… He concocted sets… He connected sets… One glance toward the dance floor and one would assume he would have been elated… Yet, Gonzo’s intensity never relented…
Until one hour remained… It’s not as if there was a sudden influx of patrons… Gonzo’s strut simply reappeared… Gonzo mixed, he spun, he scratched, his hands noted the rhythm of the selection, his head noted the rhythm of the selection, he interacted with the crowd and the selection… For the final sixty minutes, his spectacular personality was palpable…
For the second consecutive evening, Park Street Patio was the unquestioned champion… I could spend several paragraphs praising their performance… However, their inside and outside were virtually impassable… And their bars were stacked five deep… Those scenarios scream for themselves…
When I returned to Lodge Bar, the venue was crushed… I could type never again will I doubt Trevor… However, that presumptive statement would be inaccurate… I will doubt him again… You never assume victory is possible with a pair of fours, until the winner sitting across from you is counting your chips… On this evening, Trevor was counting every single one…
Now, I would be remiss if I exited this column without admonishing DJ Michael. I sincerely respect him… He possesses skills… Unfortunately, there is a miniscule line between genius and madness and he flirted with it… “Barbie Girl,” “Mmmbop…” Did someone invite me to a retirement ceremony for insipid teenage anthems?
Concerning this website, I’ve been asked the question of why? What occurs in the various venues is not relevant… It is not news… Why analyze, report, and twitter every evening? In this city, characters and storylines are omnipresent. Information and stars are nonexistent. All four are coveted and inescapable. I am simply their soundtrack.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival, the panorama was perfection. Parents and children strolling the scenery… Children smiling as their faces were painted… Couples and singles walking their dog… One could not have requested (and if they did, they would have been rejected) a superior visual to start the sun soaked afternoon…
As announced on twitter, I received the perfect start to my afternoon… Joe Boxer invited me onto his program… I will discuss my appearance momentarily, but I must compliment (and potentially gush about) Joe Boxer and WNCI. In three hours, the radio station’s triad and myself broached twenty separate conversations… A myriad of subjects, including this website’s ambition, composition, and origin, were discussed… These exchanges could have severed merely as icebreakers (and they did)… However, they also improved my intelligence…
Once, I labeled Joe Boxer as one of the most authentic, engaging people that one could encounter… If I continued praising his humanity for the next three pages, my assessment would remain spectacularly insufficient… Joe is not a role model you hope your children emulate… He is the role model you know you should emulate…
I promised I would return to my radio appearance, which I assumed would encompass three minutes… My appearance encompassed three hours and three segments… If you weren’t listening (and you should have been), Joe and I discussed the Gossip Awards, his hosting of them, this website, people watching, and platinum bunnies… If you were listening (I applaud you), I know I spoke with exceeding speed… You attempt twittering and have someone, as you’re typing, tell you your appearance is in thirty seconds…
Since I mentioned people watching (a phrase I never utilize), Park Street Festival’s afternoon was an amusing mosaic. From the lady who strode with a multi-colored purse and a gorilla wrapped around her arm to the Pittsburgh Steelers fans who offset their jerseys with terrible towels (no I’m not kidding), the calamitous cornucopia reaffirmed the obvious… This city needs a stylist…
The Steelers tandem simply epitomized the random and ridiculous montage of sports apparel which was present… The St. Louis Cardinals were copious… And every conference was represented… Big East, Mid American, Citywide Alliance of Kickball Champions… I enjoy sports… However, Park Street Festival isn’t the set of College Game Day… (Replace the gear with a polo)…
Between our initial and second twitter sessions, I encountered Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness… As we discussed the event, one observance interwove through our conversation… Both of us were on minimal sleep and our work was half-over… When Tori suggested a shot, my conscience opposed alcohol (it’s not a stimulant)… All my mind could articulate is “I will have one with you…”
When Tori and I’s consumption and conversation concluded, Jamie Precious captured my attention… Jamie has amassed three mentions in three columns… We could have discussed the periodic table and she would have maintained my attention… Yet, as we discussed Les Wexner and his impact upon this city, Jamie reminded me of what should be this website’s watchwords… Those are column material are column material…
What is applicable concerning people is applicable concerning venues… And Park Street Patio’s weekend crowds reinforce this… While other venues awaited or exchanged patrons, Park Street Patio acquired and sustained patrons throughout the event… They were never crushed… Yet, Park Street Festival never poached their audience…
After ninety minutes of rest (not relaxation), Gandhi invited me onto her program. I promoted the website. We then shared an off-air conversation about this city; it’s media and nightlife… As I said on twitter, Gandhi has more personality than professionals who have been in the business a decade… For her, randoms are merely unmet friends…
Amidst Ghandi and I’s conversation, Gonzo appeared, munching on a pulled pork sandwich… His apparel (a shirt which read “my mustache brings all the boys to the yard”) and our conversation (whether twittering sounds as a dirty word) assimilated perfectly into the twilight’s random atmosphere… Clearly, the characters would be this evening’s storyline…
One of those characters… Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day, a superstar among management in this city… Superstars do not typically commit colossal mistakes… They comprehend managed expectations… They comprehend exceeded expectations impress, even when the original expectations are miniscule… Imagine my shock when he raised expectations…
Whereas most view cockiness as a defect, Trevor views cockiness as a competitive advantage… His expression and eyes assume victory; they present victory, even when victory is a virtual impossibility… Common sense implored he should minimize expectations… He should embrace the term average night… Instead, Trevor appeared to bet the house on his pair of fours…
As I returned to the Park Street Festival, I encounter Drew Hanson and Jimmy Jam, walking amongst the throng… We locate a somewhat unoccupied space (somewhat at this hour, a relative term) and the pair continue their previous conversation… Now, I have no clue concerning the context or subject matter… Yet, this is irrelevant… Jimmy Jam and the Cheshire Cat’s incidental complaints are as entertaining as any stage production as I have ever witnessed…
Moments after midnight, the Park Street Festival concluded… And the storylines commenced… Park Street Patio was crushed… The entrance line extended into the street and locating one’s friends would have required google earth… Lodge Bar was swarmed… And Callahan’s was merely scattered… Inside the booth, Gonzo was mimicking Mike Gallicchio’s prowl of the previous week… Where was his crowd? Where was his crowd?
One hour subsequent, as anyone walking toward their car, would have been better off walking home, Callahan’s crowd vastly improved… Consistently the perfectionist, Gonzo’s prowl remained ever present… He concocted sets… He connected sets… One glance toward the dance floor and one would assume he would have been elated… Yet, Gonzo’s intensity never relented…
Until one hour remained… It’s not as if there was a sudden influx of patrons… Gonzo’s strut simply reappeared… Gonzo mixed, he spun, he scratched, his hands noted the rhythm of the selection, his head noted the rhythm of the selection, he interacted with the crowd and the selection… For the final sixty minutes, his spectacular personality was palpable…
For the second consecutive evening, Park Street Patio was the unquestioned champion… I could spend several paragraphs praising their performance… However, their inside and outside were virtually impassable… And their bars were stacked five deep… Those scenarios scream for themselves…
When I returned to Lodge Bar, the venue was crushed… I could type never again will I doubt Trevor… However, that presumptive statement would be inaccurate… I will doubt him again… You never assume victory is possible with a pair of fours, until the winner sitting across from you is counting your chips… On this evening, Trevor was counting every single one…
Now, I would be remiss if I exited this column without admonishing DJ Michael. I sincerely respect him… He possesses skills… Unfortunately, there is a miniscule line between genius and madness and he flirted with it… “Barbie Girl,” “Mmmbop…” Did someone invite me to a retirement ceremony for insipid teenage anthems?
Concerning this website, I’ve been asked the question of why? What occurs in the various venues is not relevant… It is not news… Why analyze, report, and twitter every evening? In this city, characters and storylines are omnipresent. Information and stars are nonexistent. All four are coveted and inescapable. I am simply their soundtrack.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Always Live
While the Park Street Festival crushed several venues, Park Street Patio was the unquestioned champion. Patrons scurried between the menagerie, music, and inside and outside bars. However, the overall and platinum bunny population never subsided.
Speaking of platinum bunnies, Park Street Patio’s cupcake collection was again spectacular. Christina Charm’s adorableness could consume multiple pages… Jamie Precious is equal parts conversationalist and educator… Mia Charisma possesses a random perfection… The trio’s appearance and allure is unparalleled within this city…
Speaking of platinum bunnies, Park Street Patio’s cupcake collection was again spectacular. Christina Charm’s adorableness could consume multiple pages… Jamie Precious is equal parts conversationalist and educator… Mia Charisma possesses a random perfection… The trio’s appearance and allure is unparalleled within this city…
Friday, June 12, 2009
Personalities Salvage Pathetic, Weak T’s
Every column and every evening is a study is personality. Behavior can be evaluated and observed. Character can be equaled and scrutinized. Traits can be examined and inspected. Qualities can be compared and contrasted.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival Kick Off, the weather was ominous. Every chair and table were occupied. A swarm encircled the area immediately prior to the stage… Still, everyone focused one of their eyes on their conversation or the stage and one of their eyes on the sky, which simultaneously taunted the mass with inciting clouds and inviting sunshine…
Approximately ten minutes after my arrival, I encounter Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owner Chris Corso… And any thoughts I had concerning the weather were rapidly abandoned as a conversation that was equal measures awkward, entertaining, and intelligent commenced… (Trust me when I say cringed and smiled simultaneously several times)…
While the Park Street Festival and Social Room are discussed, the majority of our conversation references Corso’s work philosophy (he doesn’t believe the hours spent inside his venues are work… That must be nice) and the male anatomy (I’m not expanding upon that and don’t ask)… In this website’s existence, Corso and I have had fifty conversations, but until this one, I never truly appreciated the paradox of his personality… He is a brazen cross between Gordon Gekko and Kid Rock…
Amidst Corso and I’s conversation, Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owner Mike Gallicchio arrives. Corso alone is a venerable verbal opponent… Corso and Gallicchio as a tandem are enough to make even the most gifted of gabbers sit down and sob… They are the Hollywood Blondes with business acumen… They are Money Incorporated with insightful sarcasm…
As Gallicchio and I discuss the Social Room, the venue’s appearance on another website is broached (and no, I’m not mentioning the other website on this website)… Gallicchio mentions the link was lifted from his facebook page… I ask why aren’t we friends on facebook… He states he must be selective about his friends and Corso retorts that Gallicchio is selective, which is why his facebook includes 800 friends… The three of us exchange glances and laughs… Obviously, we are friends… But friendship is not immunity from mockery…
With split skies still overhead, the Plain White T’s took the stage. Now, I’ve overestimated certain acts previously and I will confess that this city’s taste remains a partial mystery… However, I expected the Plain White T’s would excel with Park Street Patio’s intimate exterior stage… I want everyone who has ever or will ever send me a critical response to read this (as I am only typing this once)… I was wrong again….
The Plain White T’s commenced their four song set with “1, 2, 3, 4” and they concluded with “Hey There Delilah.” None of the quintet ever appeared comfortable… They never appeared enthusiastic… And the lead singer appeared twice as if he wanted to cease playing and exit the premises… I was certain that the acoustic nature of their music would blend brilliantly with the crowd… Instead, the crowd treated the Plain White T’s as if they were simply five teenagers in plain white t-shirts playing for prom money….
As I said on twitter, if Thursday’s crowd was any indication, Friday’s concert will not be sold out… Also (and I am hoping this remains untrue), if Thursday’s crowd was any indication, Park Street Festival could be a disappointment…
Since I mentioned the Park Street Festival, I enjoyed a ten-minute conversation with Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness, who appeared scrumptious in a simple white top with jeans… I will say and I assume she would as well… This weekend has to be one of the highlights of the summer calendar… Yet, she will be elated when it concludes…
I cannot conclude this column without mentioning Park Street Patio’s cupcake collection, which could rival any drink slinging contingent in this city… Jamie Precious, a platinum bunny with a matching personality, is their perfect personification… She is adorable and alluring… Entertaining and exquisite… (And she isn’t the only one)…
As I walked Park Street at the conclusion of my evening, I strode with conflicting thoughts… This city ignored another significant act… Yet, I knew this column would read significantly positive… Another study in the behavior, character, qualities, and traits that comprise my evenings.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival Kick Off, the weather was ominous. Every chair and table were occupied. A swarm encircled the area immediately prior to the stage… Still, everyone focused one of their eyes on their conversation or the stage and one of their eyes on the sky, which simultaneously taunted the mass with inciting clouds and inviting sunshine…
Approximately ten minutes after my arrival, I encounter Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owner Chris Corso… And any thoughts I had concerning the weather were rapidly abandoned as a conversation that was equal measures awkward, entertaining, and intelligent commenced… (Trust me when I say cringed and smiled simultaneously several times)…
While the Park Street Festival and Social Room are discussed, the majority of our conversation references Corso’s work philosophy (he doesn’t believe the hours spent inside his venues are work… That must be nice) and the male anatomy (I’m not expanding upon that and don’t ask)… In this website’s existence, Corso and I have had fifty conversations, but until this one, I never truly appreciated the paradox of his personality… He is a brazen cross between Gordon Gekko and Kid Rock…
Amidst Corso and I’s conversation, Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owner Mike Gallicchio arrives. Corso alone is a venerable verbal opponent… Corso and Gallicchio as a tandem are enough to make even the most gifted of gabbers sit down and sob… They are the Hollywood Blondes with business acumen… They are Money Incorporated with insightful sarcasm…
As Gallicchio and I discuss the Social Room, the venue’s appearance on another website is broached (and no, I’m not mentioning the other website on this website)… Gallicchio mentions the link was lifted from his facebook page… I ask why aren’t we friends on facebook… He states he must be selective about his friends and Corso retorts that Gallicchio is selective, which is why his facebook includes 800 friends… The three of us exchange glances and laughs… Obviously, we are friends… But friendship is not immunity from mockery…
With split skies still overhead, the Plain White T’s took the stage. Now, I’ve overestimated certain acts previously and I will confess that this city’s taste remains a partial mystery… However, I expected the Plain White T’s would excel with Park Street Patio’s intimate exterior stage… I want everyone who has ever or will ever send me a critical response to read this (as I am only typing this once)… I was wrong again….
The Plain White T’s commenced their four song set with “1, 2, 3, 4” and they concluded with “Hey There Delilah.” None of the quintet ever appeared comfortable… They never appeared enthusiastic… And the lead singer appeared twice as if he wanted to cease playing and exit the premises… I was certain that the acoustic nature of their music would blend brilliantly with the crowd… Instead, the crowd treated the Plain White T’s as if they were simply five teenagers in plain white t-shirts playing for prom money….
As I said on twitter, if Thursday’s crowd was any indication, Friday’s concert will not be sold out… Also (and I am hoping this remains untrue), if Thursday’s crowd was any indication, Park Street Festival could be a disappointment…
Since I mentioned the Park Street Festival, I enjoyed a ten-minute conversation with Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness, who appeared scrumptious in a simple white top with jeans… I will say and I assume she would as well… This weekend has to be one of the highlights of the summer calendar… Yet, she will be elated when it concludes…
I cannot conclude this column without mentioning Park Street Patio’s cupcake collection, which could rival any drink slinging contingent in this city… Jamie Precious, a platinum bunny with a matching personality, is their perfect personification… She is adorable and alluring… Entertaining and exquisite… (And she isn’t the only one)…
As I walked Park Street at the conclusion of my evening, I strode with conflicting thoughts… This city ignored another significant act… Yet, I knew this column would read significantly positive… Another study in the behavior, character, qualities, and traits that comprise my evenings.
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