My first real memories of the Winter Olympics was 1984. Used to head up to Papa Joes to sit at the bar, eat pizza, drink low beer, and watch. Have loved them ever since.
Same company did a local commercial last year with a different (retired, iirc) Redskin (Joe Jacoby, perhaps?)
We made a big pot of Cincinnati chili as well. We are not Bengals people, however. HTTR.
English is my native language. I took Russian 101 at OSU but had to switch to Spanish to finish my language requirement. The 2nd Russian course always conflicted with my labs. Took an Italian course later in life when we were hoping for a job transfer to Naples. I tend to mix on Spanish when I’m trying to speak Italian. No worries, the Italians are kind people and just appreciate that I am trying.
My coworker speaks Ukrainian to his parents on the phone. At least I hope it is his parents. He hates the Russians. Used to go with his parents to protest at the Russian Embassy.
I’m going to see LuLu’s Fate on Friday. http://lulusfate.blogspot.com/
Between the Birchmere, Blues Alley, and the Calvert Marine Museum, I’m getting to more shows than ever.
Good god, I saw U2 in 1987 in Cleveland. I wasn’t feeling well, was diagnosed 2 days later with walking pneumonia... didn’t help being outdoors in the rain that day. Can’t say I remember much about the show.
First - Seals & Crofts, Blossom, circa 1979, Recent: Shemekia Copeland, Blues Alley DC, Favorite: Little Feat, House of Blues, NOLA
I've seen some big shows (Stones, Who, etc), but really prefer smaller venues for the experience. Saw BB King at the Agora in the early 80s. That was quite the show as well.
Road pop = beer where I was from. This was a long time ago when drinking in your car was a major social activity (high school).
Yay, German kicker dude!
1. Too late. Work tomorrow.
2. Don’t care who wins.
3. UCF has already won :)
Seems to be ok with the broom, but Chris Gamble can do everything.
Chris Gamble. Can’t figure out embed codes, but here is the link
Ham for us tomorrow (which will feed us for the weekend), followed by the traditional pork roast and sauerkraut on New Year’s Day.
My FIL once gave out his credit card number over VHF radio. That went well for him.
I also hate mandatory fun. My husband excels at it. He thinks everyone should go and have fun, because it is only a few times a year (we have a party at our annual conference as well). Being government workers means we always pay out of our pockets for the parties. (Anywhere from $35 - $50 per party plus whatever you buy to drink). We started driving to the party separately. I have one drink, a few apps, just enough to be seen, then head out. He stays to the end.
Show was awesome. She is the daughter of Blues HOF member Johnnie “Clyde” Copeland. http://www.houstonchronicle.com/local/gray-matters/article/Johnny-Copeland-legendary-Houston-player-10962566.php
She did a Christmas song from her 2015 album that was fun. https://g.co/kgs/221PRu
Finished up with her first big hit, afaik, It’s 2 am https://youtu.be/fpYZF1az_gs
Going to see Shemekia at Blues Alley tonight. Lady can belt them out.
My friend lived there. Started a brewery that tuned into a distribution business when they couldn’t get their beer on any of the trucks. He moved west to PA later (better tax environment). They owned a house on a country corner that was driven into twice while they lived there, so he installed a giant boulder on the corner where people were going off the road.
Ive been driving an XJ since 1991. I can park it anywhere.
Ditto. In a 1978 Delta 88. First test was parallel parking, then they switched over to the new maneuverability test, and I hadn’t practiced that, then finally, victory. I now parallel park almost every day of my life. City living with no off street parking.
Grateful that I was able to see one in person a few years ago. Amazing experience if you ever get a chance.
Sweet. 2 games in the DC/Baltimore area in April.
The stadium will stand long enough for my husband to sneak in and spread my ashes there. Nothing like 100K+ fans visiting me on a fine fall Saturday.