I'll Take Mish Mash for 500, Alex

~ I have a new summer guilty pleasure. It's called The Singing Bee. It's hosted by Joey Fatone (pronounced FAT-WUN), and contestants have to karAoke (hi mari'er!) the lyrics correctly after the band stops playing. It's funny because I am THE WORST at mistaking (let alone remembering) lyrics. While Lili, on the other hand, can rattle off the words to any rock or classic song no problem. Although, she did once think that Gwen Stefani was singing, "Cause I ain't no harlem black girl. Cause I ain't no Harlem black girl". Needless to say, we have a hoot watching this show.

~ Speaking of bees...About a month ago, I ended up switching channels between The National Spelling Bee and Game 5 of the Pistons/Cavaliers playoff series. I have to admit, the spelling bee is quite tense and nerve-racking. I can only imagine how I would cope if that was my kid up there. The winner was quite an eccentric character (to say the least). He's a cross between Good Will Hunting, Akeelah, and Rain Man. I hate him.

~ I'm looking forward to driving up north in August. It's my friends' and our 2nd annual Couple Golf/Wine Weekend Retreat. Last year we did White Oaks Resort in the Niagara Falls region. This year we rented a 5 bedroom chalet atop Blue Mountain (not to be mistaken with Brokeback) in Collingwood with a few other fellow yuppie-couple friends. It's a fun time. I can see someone misinterpreting this as a 'swingers' outing. Well....mayyyybe. ;p High-five to my main squeeze, Lili, who got us a $200 discount by flashing her titties to the owner. That's my girl!!!

~ On a serious note...I was extremely enraged to hear that two of my friends (from my theatre group of friends) were jumped outside a Gay Bar last Saturday. One of my friends was walking his girl friend to her car, when out of nowhere 2 guys (hopped up on drugs) attacked him. They were actually going to punch the girl, but he purposely stepped in the way to protect her. His partner (I'll call him D), waiting 15 feet away, bolted over and, to say the least, took care of matters. The attackers picked the wrong guys to bash, because D is a 3rd degree black belt in Martial Arts and had fought in the Olympics. He had so much rage, that he smashed one of the guys faces off a set of nearby railroad tracks and threw him down a hill. He then gave a karate high kick to the other guys face, and the punk took off.
D had ran back to his truck and was literally going to run those guys over and kill them, but some other people stopped him from going too far (personally, I would have run them over too). This is the justice or positive swing to the story (other than my friends not having any serious injuries), but what gets me is that the bouncers and bar owner did absolutely nothing to help, and the cops took 40 mins to arrive on the scene. The police and EMS weren't even professional about the matter. They lauded D for his fighting skills, but they didn't defuse the situation very well and made inappropriate comments (i.e "oh, it took us long to arrive because we were on our lunch"...nice!). I can't believe all the different levels of bigotry that still goes on. It's sad, really.

~ I can't finish my blog entry with a negative, so I'll go on with another anecdote...
I Finally saw Transformers last weekend ("finally"?...it had only been out for 5 days). [ have you noticed I 'Inner Monologue alot?? That, and abuse the "..." way too much]. ANyways, where was I? Oh yeah...Transformers was flippin AMAZING! Cheesy cliches and Armageddon moments aside, this movie rocked the mic right! I wasn't looking for depth of characters or story line, I was just looking to enjoy the action scenes, mixed in with cool cars, hot chicks, and tongue-in-cheek humour. It was awesome. Lili had a special connection to this movie that was close to her heart. Back in the day, far removed from her current Mercedes-lexus having ways, when she was a wanker (i.e. big haired, Metallica lovin, rock-on finger pointer with tongue wagging, lighter waving, rocker chick), she owned a Camaro. I still tease her and call it an IROC (Italian Reject Out Cruising or International Ride of Chaledeans), but she defends the love for her old Chevy. She was quite disappointed when she looked into test driving a Camaro, and found out that it was only a proto-type at this point. But she does lose BIG TIME cool points, cuz after the movie she asked me a question about "Opus" and "Jazzy". WTF???!!!