F.J. DeSanto Hates Connecting Flights. And the South.

My exhaustion will be justified by the end of this entry. I think. First off, you may note the heading of this edition of MOGblog is rather wordy. This is inspired by our new favourite pop culture gossip site called WHAT WOULD TYLER DURDEN DO, which has the most hilarious subject lines ever and they make us laugh daily. I don't think I read anything else on the site. Check it out at www.wwtdd.com

Onwards....

Thursday night saw Irene and I meet up with the legendary and elusive ASH for a great night. How rare it is to see Ash! And the evening completely justified my constant nagging of him to come into the city of New York and spend some time with us. He's a fun motherfucker who needs to be more social in these parts. We checked out Elbow at Webster Hall and man was it fucking GREAT. Again, this is a band I don't rush to listen to on CD, but when they the play, they are incredible. the Murray of British rock, Guy Garvey has lost a lot of weight, his leg has healed and he is a charismatic frontman like you can't believe. Ash even said it during the gig "he's a star". And man can he sing. The band was tight, in good spirits and brought what will easily be top 5 come Gig Of the Year Honours. A total surprise. Loved it. And watching Ash clap along when prompted by the singer was priceless. Then we hung around the hood drinking tea (CHAI!), telling stories and record shopping. That's the beauty of New York. 11pm on a weeknight and you can get some music.

Friday saw Irene and I travel to Virginia Beach for her friend Fuki's wedding. Sister In Law was Maid of Honour and nephew and his pal Edward were ringbearers. Observe these handsome boys as we get them ready in their Tuxedos: (No one was Tuxedoed during the making of this blog entry) Anyhow, Irene and I got a little downtime at our nice hotel, but mostly it was catching up with Irene's old friends (Irene lived here for some time). We ate well, had some drinks and basically kept it slow. Lots of time spent with the nephew, which is always the best. We hit the Build a Bear and his pal Edward aka Captain Apple Sauce is really cool. Sadly the rain did make for a good outdoor wedding, but it was a fun time regardless and Irene and Sister In Law's various friends are pretty cool and it overall was fun. For the first time in months, Irene and I got to just hang out without interruption, which was a treat in and of itself. I would like to reccommend a really good place to eat called Bin 257, which we actually went to twice. They have a beef and goat cheese ravioli to die for.

However, the south scares me. Some of the people are downright fucking scary. They don't use turnsignals when driving, but on the flipside, they have Sweet Tea everywhere, and I was in Tea Heaven. But we spent too much time in malls. Irene made me go to some fast food thing called Chick-Fill-A, which was awesome had the free refills. Also, Irene took me to a sweet record store her friend owns called Relativity Theory which had some awesome stuff. Check it out at http://www.relativetheoryrecords.com. Best of all was our skipping the post wedding brunch to go the what might be the best Mexican place on the entire planet, El Azteca, which is Irene's favourite food ever outside of NYC. I couldn't believe how good it was. Nachos, Tacos AND Sweet Tea (Free refills). Find that shit if you ever end up down south. No website fort his place. Too hardcore for sissy internet shit.

Getting back home was a drama and a half as we had a connecting flight in DC and it got delayed for FIVE hours. For a 45 minute flight. Fog delay. Then get this, the crew "timed out" and their 16 hour workshift was over and thus we had to de-plane and attempt take off twice. The worst. We had an insane flight attendant who was both funny and scary and ended every sentence with "I'm just kidding". By the time our schedule 7pm flight took off, it was 12:30am. Seriously. It was so stupid, but once we got up in the air, they pointed out to us the bad weather conditions that were reminicent of the Mutara Nebula from WRATH OF KHAN (Sorry, geek moment). Seeing lightning storms in the sky is kinda awesome and scary all at once. By the time we returned to MOGworld, it was 2am. I write you now in a very tired state, so I'm being lazy and just playing bass to HF demos and trading Emails with Eric Powell, which is always a pleasure.

Who the fuck saw 24 tonight. HOLY SHIT. I haven't commented on it lately but this might be the BEST SEASON EVER. TRUE.

Evan would normally be in my house tonight, making bitch demands for his food, but nooooo, his ass is in San Francisco hanging out with KRUGER BABY CUTENESS. Observe Evan here with proud Kruger father and babies.



Lucky Bastard.

F