Posts Tagged ‘city’

  1. I used to assume there was no better way to brew a cup of coffee than a percolator (1980s-style Farberware), but now I’m starting to seriously doubt that assumption.
  2. I have a slight obsession with bathrooms.  How they’re built.  What kind of shower heads they have.  The angles of privacy.  It’s all fascinating.
  3. Jack Reacher is pretty much the most badass hero of all the smart thrillers I’ve read.  Six-feet-five, 250 pounds, blue eyes, blond hair, forearms like massive slabs of Virginia ham, smart, resourceful, polite … and Tom Cruise is playing him in the movies.  Tom Cruise!  Worst casting ever.
  4. Autumn is, by far, the best season in the history of the world.  At least on the East Coast.  Spring comes 2nd, followed closely by summer, and bringing up the rear (the far rear) is winter, which has its few moments.
  5. I traveled to Ocean City, MD, last Sunday evening to see a cover band called Mr. Greengenes.  Even after almost 18 years, they never get old.  Such a great rock show.

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In non-nursing news on the NurseKenny front …

This morning I joined some of the other student government folks from our esteemed university, and we ventured up into North Philly (only a bit) to take part in a little service project for a group called Philabundance.  They act as a food distribution center for the needy in our city, whether they be homeless or the working poor.  Very cool outfit — I’d highly suggest volunteering for them if you’re looking to do some service work.

Anyway, we worked from about 9-12 or so, and our sole job was scooping cereal (Frosted Mini-Wheats, to be exact) into these little Ziploc bags.  Six of these bags, each weighing 1.5 lbs., were stickered with ingredient labels, stuffed into a cardboard box, and put on a pallet for distribution.  Apparently our group (8 of us from the university plus a dozen or so other folks) packed over 3,000 lbs. of food this morning.  Wooo!  Met some cool people (Yo to B, A2, and D … hey, incidentally, that spells “BAD!”) and hung out with some folks I already knew (Yo to L3, A3, K3, and M3 … I need to start a legend with people’s abbreviated BlogNames — can’t keep anyone straight anymore).  Some highlights from this morning:

  • We decided that some people were getting gipped, because some of the bags contained 0.05 lbs. of actual cereal, and about 1.45 lbs. of Frosted Mini-Wheat Dust Powder (which we assumed is easily inhaled into the bronchial passages … nursing nerds).
  • The Dust Powder reminded us of that stuff you put in the bottom of your guinea pig cage.
  • And now I’ve effectively ensured that no one will ever again eat Frosted Mini-Wheats.

And later in the day … Tonight L2 and I went over to a local comedy club in the city — we’ve been fans for a long time of the headlining act … a fella by the name of Gary Gulman.  Saw him in Atlantic City a few years back and fractured 3 ribs laughing all night.  We decided tonight would be our 2nd time seeing him.

My favorite line of his, ever ever?  When he’s talking about cookies, in a bit called “The Hierarchy of Cookies,” and says:

Dear sugar cookie … let me tell you a little something … every cookie … is a sugar cookie.  A cookie without sugar … is a cracker.

Pure comedy gold, I say, pure gold.

Anyway, back to our story.  We didn’t have tickets, and I (foolishly) thought we could get them easily at the box office the night of.  Mistake #1.  Sold out completely.  But these sweet, sweet people we met had 2 extra tickets they were willing to sell to us for the low price of face value.  So of course we took ’em up on that delicious offering.  We were seated at stage left, right at the front of the stage.

  1. First comedian:  very funny, understated, cerebral humor.  Grade:  A-.
  2. Second comedian:  not very funny, in-your-face comedy.  Grade:  C+.  (I’m a very harsh critic with astronomical expectations.)
  3. Third comedian:  very funny, hilarious even.  Gary Gulman.  Grade:  A-.


Seated directly behind us were 5 of Philly’s finest citizens.  And by finest, I mean undeniably obnoxious.  A sampling of what L2 and I heard all night:

COMEDIAN:  “Funny funny funny blah blah hilarious joke that’s funny blah blah.”

OBNOXIOUS PERSON #1:  “Oh my gawd that’s so funny!”

COMEDIAN:  “Funny funny joke about football funny blah blah.”

OBNOXIOUS PERSON #2:  “Oh he’s so right, they would have totally lost the game!”

COMEDIAN:  “Funny joke ha ha ho hum funny joke about having kids.”

OBNOXIOUS PERSON #3:  “Hey, honey, did you e-mail Kristen and tell her we’ll be late tomorrow?”

And on and on it went all night long.  I tried reaaalllllllly hard to ignore them and concentrate on enjoying the show, but I’m the kind of person who just can’t let that kind of thing go unnoticed.  I wish I were, but I’m just not.  So of course it bothered me all night and potentially ruined an otherwise fun evening.

The last straw was when we heard this wonderful group making all sorts of grunting and snuffling noises, and L3 leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Umm, Ken, I think they’re doing cocaine.”  And that’s when I decided I would definitely not be saying anything to ask them to pipe down.  I just imagined myself in the backseat of a police cruiser somewhere.  Or ambulance.  I dunno.

Fantastic.  Stay classy, Philadelphia.  As my mom’s friend always says, “Well, that’s life in the big city.”

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