Green beer + me = happy feet
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No grape juice/beer for me while I'm writing this column. Instead, I'm drinking a gigantic glass of water and eating a banana.
It's the day after St. Patrick's Day, I recently finished a long day in the office, then got in a brief workout and shower, and now I'm going with the banana and water as a late-night snack while I type away.
This is much, much better for me than what I consumed the day before -- three pounds of corned beef and 28 green beers.
OK, 28 is probably a stretch, but when I woke up this morning it sure felt like 28.
I don't like green beer very much. My friend tried convincing me it's all a mental thing because food coloring doesn't have any taste, but I still believe there's something about green beer that makes it taste a little worse.
It might be something that goes across the board -- green drinks just don't taste good in general. That's why limeade never took off, yet lemonade is so popular. Even Sprite is clear, so there has to be something to my theory.
Green beer aside, it seemed like a fun St. Patrick's Day weekend in Sandusky.
I went out for a brief stint Friday night but took it relatively easy, and then Saturday I didn't really go out until about 8 p.m., but things still got pretty exciting by the end of the night. (I'm kind of lying -- the after-party was at my house, where I watched "American Beauty" on TBS with a small group of people. I have no idea why we did that).
During the weekend, several people came up and introduced themselves, adding some funny comments or compliments, which is always nice. Many people said they really liked how random my column is, and how random Funcoast.com is on the whole.
Never one to disappoint, this week's column -- and issue in general -- isn't going to be about anything in particular.
I'll start with some thoughts from Friday.
I went out with a couple of friends to check out CocoBeanos at Cabana Jack's. They sounded pretty good.
I'd only heard them once before and that was at i-5s when it was packed and I was talking to a lot of people, so I didn't really pay attention. But Friday I listened, danced (poorly) to a few songs, and at one point even put up my horns when a friend requested "Pour Some Sugar On Me."
One of the guys in the band came over to our table during a break (probably because the two friends I was with are both very attractive females), and he seemed all right.
The crowd, however, was a bit rude, I thought. I wouldn't like to be in a cover band. Too many demands and requests, and one guy kept asking for a hip hop beat, but the band doesn't play hip hop.
Saturday started with me watching the game at a party at a nice guy named Scott's house, which is where I consumed the three pounds of corned beef. Still, that's better than the guy who had to do three shots of whiskey at 2:30 p.m. after saying that if OSU somehow came back to win that game, he would celebrate with three shots of the good stuff.
We held him to his word.
As I left the party (completely sober), I started yelling "Thad Matta" quite loudly. It was invigorating. I yelled it several times, both then and at later that night at the bar for no apparent reason.
Speaking of those bars, we started Saturday night off at Daly's. It was packed.
By the time I got there at around 8 p.m., I came across many people I knew who were quite drunk already. There was an awkward kissing moment (not involving me) and plenty of crying (not sure why), but most people seemed to be enjoying themselves.
After Daly's we stopped by Cabana Jack's. The band there (7 Million Jigawatts) was not great. CocoBeanos was better.
So we didn't stay there too long. We ended up at Kalahari since they had a DJ and it was a little less crowded.
That's where the dancing broke out. At one point I actually scared my friend off the dance floor because she said she was scared being around "my happy feet."
I feel pretty bad about that. I just can't keep those feet in check all time. Anyone else have that problem? Let me know if you have any good tips for how to solve it. (Wear some really heavy shoes, maybe?)
From there it was back to my place where we stayed up until 4 a.m. watching Kevin Spacey and Annette Bening on the small screen. I'll take all the blame -- I had the remote.
I don't know about this St. Patrick's Day holiday. That green beer really does make you do some crazy things.
Especially if you drink about 28 of them.
POWELL'S PICKS
GO TO THE QUR'ENCY ENTERTAINMENT SHOW, 8 p.m., March 23, The Underground in Sandusky.
I just found out I'm going to a T.I. show in North Carolina in April, so I'm ready for some rap concerts to get me geared up. Bring em out, bring em out!
SEE JEFF CAVALLO AND HIS STEEL DRUMS, 7 p.m., March 24, Red Clay on the River, Vermilion.
Sometimes people call my pectorals "the steel drums."
WATCH OSU PLAY ONE -- IF NOT TWO -- GAMES THIS WEEKEND IN SAN ANTONIO, starting with a game at 10 p.m. Thursday against Chris Lofton and Tennessee.
I'm a bit superstitous, so I need to find a place to consume three pounds of corned beef before the start of Thursday's game.
BUY THE GYM CLASS HEROES CD, "A CRUEL AS SCHOOL CHILDREN," available at all major music stores.
It's rap with a bit of a rock influence. Maybe a bit like N.E.R.D. The "Cupid's Chokehold" song is getting a lot of play on the radio right now, but the whole CD is solid.
And if you're willing to drive a little ...
CHECK OUT THE "MONET IN NORMANDY" DISPLAY, through May 20 at the Cleveland Museum of Art.
After talking about green beer for much of this column, I think I need to end with some high culture. "Water Lillies" is a classic -- probably second only to "The Douanier's Cottage" in my Monet rankings. And don't even get me started on my Picasso rankings.
Fried chicken + me = lots of fun. E-mail me at editor@funcoast.com.
