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Monday, July 26, 2010


I just wanted to share this, I thought it was pretty funny the way Facebook tries to decide my interests. I didn't know that President Obama had so much in common with Kenny Powers...

Hickory Tavern

About a month ago a few of us went to a local restaurant called Hickory Tavern on a Saturday night because our friend Dave heard they were doing Karaoke. It is also a good place to drink 16 oz. cans of PBR's.   Once the karaoke started it got really bad really quick. The DJ (when he wasn't pumping weak ass Toni Braxton dance music) was busy letting all his "boys" sing multiple songs, mostly R&B and it took an hour and fifteen minutes after Dave put in his request to be called up.  All in all it was just an awful experience and my friends said I should write an email to the manager and complain... below is my exchange with the manager.

I used my alias Danny Copleland:

Good Afternoon,
2 Saturdays ago my friends and I decided to come to your Pinehurst location because we heard you would have Karaoke.  This seemed like it was going to be a good time because we love your restaurant as well as karaoke.  However by the end of the night we could not believe how bad the DJ was.  One of my friends waited 1 hour 15 minutes after signing up to sing before he was called up while we watched the DJ's friends sing 2 or 3 times a piece.  This is not good business.

His reply:
Thanks for the email Danny… I appreciate you letting me know what happened on our karaoke night. I was out of town and therefore did not witness the events but I have spoken to our DJ and assure you this will not happen again… he could not recall exactly how things went down but we came to agreement about how his list and lineup was to work. I believe if you come to our next one, you will experience a different and better time. Once again, thanks for bringing to my attention and I look forward to seeing you in the restaurant in the near future
Eric Rainwater
Hickory Tavern
My reply:

Thank you for your quick response to my email as well as speaking with your DJ.  I must say that I am not surprised he is having trouble recalling the events of that night as he was preoccupied doing his best Don Cornelius impersonation.  I even found myself looking for cameras because it felt like we were in the middle of a Soul Train episode.  Don't get me wrong, I am a big Soul Train fan but having made a special trip to your restaurant for karaoke you can imagine my confusion.

When I was young my brother and I loved to horseplay in the living room.  My brother, being older, was a bad influence on me and one day he found a roll of my Dad's stamps and decided he would lick them one by one and attach them to our cat.  We could have mailed that cat to China and back when he finished and while we thought it was funny I can assure you my Dad did not. He decided that a spanking was in order and although I did nothing wrong I got the worst end of the deal because I had to be spanked second which meant I had to witness the beating given to my brother and would know what's coming.  While I was waiting I remember sitting in front of the TV and being mesmerized.  It was Soul Train and it was my first time seeing a dance show on TV, I was instantly hooked.  I was enjoying it so much that the sting of my father's hand did not seem to bother me so much when it was my turn.  So you see Eric, I have nothing against Soul Train.

I know a great guy that does Karaoke here in the Pinehurst area and think he would be a great addition to the Hickory Tavern family.  What time should I tell him to stop by for an interview?

Danny Copeland
His reply:
That was an excellent Soul Train analogy Danny, I really enjoyed it. As for your friend, I am not currently in the market for a new DJ…I am quite certain my DJ understands what I expect out of him now and we will not have any further issues. I will definitely keep you  (him) in mind though if we decide to go a different route. Hope to see you this Saturday night
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Thursday, July 22, 2010

Welcome Wagon

So my friend Stephen is in the middle of planning a bachelor party for our friend Bill next month in Chicago and we've had some emails flying back and forth about it over the past week.  My friend Nick, who used to live in Chicago gave us a list of a lot of cool bars and restaurants that we might want to check out in the downtown area.  To name a few he said Gibson's Steakhouse, Rose Bud and Hugos Frog Bar... the next reply back from one of our friends was, "The Rosebud sounds like a great place for _______ to catch his first disease of the trip."  Immediately following that was this reply from Bill, "I'm pretty sure it would be the other way around.  He would be passing out his first disease of the trip."

I don't know why but the first thing I thought of when I read that (besides how true it might be) is the image of him coming down the street during the middle of a parade and firing off his diseases into the crowd with a T-Shit cannon... I'm a visual learner.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Lil' Wayne Quote of the Day

Nothing can get you through that rocky spot in your day like words of wisdom from Lil' Wayne:

Money outweighin' problems on a triple-beam
I'm stickin' to the script, you niggas skippin' scenes, uh
Be good or be good at it
F**king right I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put the d*ck in they mouth, so I guess it's "f**k what they say"
I'm high as a b*tch, up, up and away
Man, I'll come down in a couple of days
OK, you want me up in a cage, then I'll come out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Knock Knock

So while I'm currently battling a ferocious case of writer's block I've accepted to post a story about my friend Nick. He emailed it to me this morning and after reading it I'm sure that it is awkward enough for this blog. Here is a copy of Nick's email below:

One night back in my junior year of college I was laying on the couch…like usual watching movies, drinking beers and eating bad food, but that’s beside the point…At about 2:30 in the morning one of my roommates decided to finally call it a night and went to bed. Well about 30 minutes later I heard my roommate fall out of his bed, which was on a loft and it sounded like a boulder hitting the ground. With no hesitation I ran into the room to make sure he didn’t kill himself, and low and behold I saw something that scarred me for life. Only if I knew that he was having phone sex with his girlfriend back in Chicago, and after he was finished tried to quietly go to the bathroom to clean up, but with too many cocktails in him he fell off the bed. Well once I had opened the door and saw my roommate stark naked with the compass pointing North, I let out a scream that sounded like an 8 year old little girl and followed it with a God why me! It still brings back some haunting memories!

Don't Call it a Comeback

I know, I know... I have let a lot of people down over the past few weeks with my lack of blog production. I don't know what my excuse is, could be writers block, vacation, laziness, self loathing, devastatingly good looks... I don't know, I just. Don't. Know.

Either way, I'm somewhat back and will try to start posting more regularly again.