| Your Birthdate: August 30 |
 You have the type of personality that people either love or hate. You’re opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken. And some people can’t get enough of you - they’re totally addicted. Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved. Your strength: Your flair Your weakness: If you think it, you say it Your power color: Scarlet red Your power symbol: Inverted triangle Your power month: March |
Those cool synthesizers, that sexy voice. Sunglasses at Night popped up on my iPod and made me wonder.
Whatever happened to Corey Hart?
With several hits, he’s actually turned himself into a one hit wonder. And has had lots of kids.
My favorite Corey Hart song.
Welcome to the first episode of Seven Day G-Man. What’s the SDGM? Basically, my hottie of the week. Based on nothing other than personal tastes but probably someone I saw throughout the week whether in person, on the screen or heard on a cd. Just someone who struck a nerve (in the right way!) for whatever reason.
Now, be warned. My tastes are all over the place, however, my picks tend not to be typical ones. I’d give you examples but even that’s difficult. And I don’t want to give preconceived notions of any future picks. Let’s just say AbFitch guys and Brad Pitt clones are lost on me.
Oh, and what’s the ‘G’ for? Get Rich in Dallas = G.R.I.D. = Starts with ‘g’. And then my imagination ended there.
Enjoy!
Second from the left. Sorry for the cutoff
By the way, I love this band. Check out their cd or their next show. My favorite song from their first release, This Stays Between Us.
My friend Cory reps this local rapper Voicerock and has kept telling me to come out and see him. Cory’s a good guy and a go-getter. Thus his more than subtle invitations had more to do with my job in local media regarding the club scene than a friend asking a friend over. But that’s ok. I’d do the same thing.
So tonight, or rather last night (it’s 3:33 am now), I was off to the San Francisco Rose to check out Voicerock. I’ve heard one of his demo cd’s and despite not being a big fan of hip-hop, his stuff is pretty good. I took my neighbor Julie and as we walked into the Rose, what we heard didn’t sound too gangsta. A live band playing rockabilly? A black guy on trumpet at the head that looked like Voicerock? What was going on here?
What was going on turned out to be some really awesome original sounds of new jack jazz rock. When I asked Cory how the band describes its sound, he said even they don’t know. It just flows and they are figuring it out. Without your standard hip hop bassbeats, the songs jammed and the rapping gave it an entirely unique sound. Not in the Limp Bizkit sense but think Gin Blossoms with Andre 3000. Or maybe Wyclef Jean. And then after, Voicerock sings Radiohead’s Creep. Whoa! Where did that come from? But he kicked it the right way remaining loyal to the song and with a good vox. A rapper who can actually sing! Unlike most others.
After the Rose, we attempted Zubar to meet up with some others but to no avail. Lower Greenville was too friggin’ crowded. No surprise. So we decided on Exposition Park. Turns out my coworker Seth was also manning the door and had asked me to come to minc to see DJ Phil Weeks for DJ Redeye’s Birthday Party. I’m not big on DJ events as it’s not like you can sit there and watch. No guitar solo or dance moves. Just someone spinning. But I kept missing out on his invitations, so we went.
On our way, down First St. we passed a packed Fallout Lounge. Almost passed that is. The place was happening as it was the official after party of the Devo Concert. And they and When in Rome were expected to be there. We went in to sounds of heavenly 80s new wave and an impromptu dancefloor of hipsters grooving to music made before they were born. It was close to one by this point and it didn’t look like Devo was coming in. Apparently WIR was there but who would recognize them?
After our drinks we traipsed down to minc. Although Seth was the doorman, he wasn’t the money man. Grrrr. So I had to risk possibly paying ten dollars to get in. Which wasn’t going to happen. With fair warning, Seth said Brooke was being hard about people trying to get in without paying. I took my chances.
Walking in we were greeted by an imposing woman with bleach spiked hair and white rimmed glasses and a cash register. Signaling ten with her hands I whipped out my business card complete with my Clubs Editor title. Smooth sailing right? Heck no. She went on to say how our paper never gets her coverage, she’s given us a lot of money (umm, you do that when you buy an ad, lady). I then had to tell her that anything I wrote wouldn’t go in our paper but our blog. Her counteroffer was to let me in but not Julie unless she paid. We didn’t have cash so I just said forget it. I guess seeing a possible missed opportunity, she allowed us in only if I was “REALLY doing my job and not just trying to get in.” Sure, lady. But this kinda attitude doesn’t bode well for me even wanting to write it up in our blog. I’ll have to think about it.
Once in, the place was packed with a mixed group of twenty and thirtysomethings. From all backgrounds, they congregated for dancing and drinks. However, I’m not sure who noticed the DJ. I passed by the DJ booth and then to the back patio for philosophical discussions about a 47 year old woman and the black cloud that looms over her life.
Drinks were done and it was off to the Monkey Bar up the street. I’ve always been curious about this place because of its location, its reputation, its website and the fact the Clever Monkeys perform there each week. Deciding to walk up the street from minc (a bad idea, lot further than we thought), we sort of hurried since it was 130 already. Gotta get there soon to enjoy at least one drink. Let me tell you, high heels really can slow things down. Not mine! Julie’s! Friday night, a funky hip bar, I was ready to have a good time. And as the bartender opened the door for us, I could have sworn I heard crickets. Where were the fun times? The drunk party people? The loud music? To say the place was deader than a doorknob would be an understatement. At least knobs get a twist. But I would go back to hang in the patio area. A nice set up with intimate colored lights, lots of chairs and sofas and a nice elongated pond in the middle. This was definitely the saving grace of the Monkey Bar. I probably won’t go back soon, but I will go back to spend some time in that back patio.
Deciding we were hungry, we opted for Jack in the Box. Not excited by that prospect, we were lucky to find the Exposition Park Cafe still open. And was THAT a find! Open till four on the weekends, the gathering place for after bar peeps wasn’t yet full but had a small crowd. The place took over the Crayton’s spot and has done a fantastic but quiet job of it. A redesign that lights up and opens the place, it had a hip vibe with homey service. I ordered the chicken and waffles. Something I’ve never understood nor ordered. But I’m glad I did. The waffle was of perfect texture and fluffiness. Topped with sweet melted butter and strawberries, the maple syrup only enhanced the flavor. The syrup was a magical concoction. It was perfect maple syrup. A bit sweeter than most but instead of overpowering the waffle, it combined perfectly and made each bite a step toward heaven.
The breast of chicken was fair. It was good but a slight hint of the taste of grease sort of leaves the mouth cautious. I drizzled honey over it and despite the extra taste, it was prepared well and perfectly crunchy. According to the menu, it was tortilla crusted. I failed to ask for details.
The manager Kellie was incredibly nice and helpful. She loves the place and the passion shows in her enthusiasm and body language. With that kind of service and good food, Exposition Park Cafe should have lots to look forward to.
Dear Mr. Manager,
While on a day off from work, I decided to partake in a movie at my favorite movie house, the AMC 30. I like this theater because it always appears to be clean and the grandness of it all makes for an exciting movie experience. The bathrooms are pretty much always presentable and I never have a problem getting my tickets at the electronic box office.
My choice was Miami Vice on Wednesday, August 9 at 1:05 pm. I arrived in time to buy my ticket and use my moviewatcher coupon for concessions. I have yet to decide if I’m either cursed or it is your hiring methods because despite all my pleasant experiences at your theater, I have a knack for finding the one line that never moves.
However, I think the solution for my ailment would be in your hiring practices. While I do not propose discrimination, I do suggest you have certain educational and social skill requirements in your potential employees. It would be nice to be greeted with a smile and a hello. It would also be nice to be handles by someone who has some idea of the products you are selling. Several times I’ve asked for combo # 3 (hot dog and drink) only to have them ring up the # 2 which consists of two large drinks and a large popcorn. Once I could forgive this. Four times no. In the case they do not ring me up immediately, they have to look up onto your menu board to see what I’m ordering. I find this most disconcerting.
Also, in the sense of customer service for those in line, please train your employees to handle a customer as efficiently as possible. In the event they do not have their coupon or moviewatcher card for a discount, might I suggest to encourage decision making among the cashiers to move the line along. You lost a sale with me when the lady ahead of me (whom I had problems with as well) had a coupon issue that threw off the cashier merely because she did not have her Moviewatcher card. Instead, he opted to wait for her husband to come in with the card. This while the other lines were moving promptly. I almost missed my movie. A fate worse than death for me. In addition to that, his machine apparently wasn’t working properly. While opting to wait for the husband, he decided to try to fix the computer. In short time, it was obvious, he didn’t know what he was doing. One idea, move to the next station!
As a person who has worked retail as well as with personal clients, customer service is very important. Not just to me but to a company as a whole. And if those lacking in such primo positions (ie. concessions) I then have to wonder about the quality AMC is willing to portray inits service.
On the flip side however, ticket takers and box office personnel have been most friendly and helfpul.
Regards,
Rich
My left arm is fairly numb and has been for a big chunk of my day. But I figured that it’s because I lean on it a lot as opposed to WebMD’s hint that I’m suffering from a stroke.
I just hope it’s not neuropathy which a friend of mine has in his feet! N-pathy is that feeling of numbness that seems to NEVER go away and it’s a creepy feeling. As if you just don’t have that control over your body to get the blood going the right way.
Maybe if I just sleep on it…sigh.
I don’t even know where to begin with this. What I can’t understand is what drives someone to go this route. Not that I approve of killing an animal but if the need (however that may be in the mind of the person aka killer) is paramount, just do it in a quick way.
So Mr. Chad Edward Ellis. At this point, I merely hope you suffer indefinite amounts of shame and humiliation while in prison. Not to mention contracting several STD’s and a drug habit. Upon your return to civilian life, I hope you end up homeless and attacked by a rabid dog while standing on the corner of a street with your pathetic cardboard sign. And I will drive pass giving the dog some food and leaving you to suffer.
Or maybe you’ll just be back at home. I’ll write you.
