Julian Kappel
Wow, what a weekend.
Friday began like any other but took a series unexpected twists and turns throughout the day. That afternoon, Jeff, Brian and I made our way down to Oxford to pay our respects to the father of former Evening Sun staff writer Melissa Stagnaro.
I didn’t know Fred Stagnaro, but I knew his daughter and if the hard-work, dedication and loyalty she possesses is any indication, I’m sure he was a great man.
Friday continued to catch me by surprise as I received a text message from someone I met two weeks ago while out celebrating the end of another *cringe* Progress. And thus, around 9 p.m., a certain mild-mannered reporter found himself on his first date in two years.
I know what everyone is thinking: “But Julian, you’re so smart and handsome and funny (not to mention modest) you must go out all of the time!”
Alas, it is not true. In truth, my Fridays and Saturdays are usually spent with a few good friends playing music, cards or watching bad movies a la MST3K. (Megashark vs. Crocosaurus was an absolute tour de force … of putrescence.)
Anyway, as much as I know everyone is dying to hear the details, you’ll be waiting a long time. Jeez, go get your own date why don’t you? So nosy …
I will, however, say that I had a fantastic time and I really look forward to doing it again … but, this time maybe I can drive…;)
I would have been thoroughly pleased if that had been the only surprise over the weekend, but as it turned out, the fun was just beginning. While attacking the kitchen cabinets with an OCD-like drive to organize the various pastas, soups, rice (seven boxes, mom? Seriously?) and olive oils, I received a call from my best friend, and in fact very first friend after moving to Norwich in ‘99, asking if I had plans that night.
This took me by surprise as Belush moved to Maryland a few years ago, making our chances of hanging out fairly slim. However, he went on to explain that he had come into a little extra money and had every intention of jumping in the Belush-mobile and making the six hour trip to see yours truly.
It’s been one hell of a year so far and the notion of getting the chance to kick back with my closest confidant seemed about the greatest thing in the world. I said yes, he set off from Maryland, and I tried to pass the time without giggling like an inflated chipmunk.
Before he arrived, I had the chance to see Cordis and Lehrer Dance perform their show Kaleidoscopika at the Council of the Arts and I was very impressed. Honestly, the whole modern dance combined with dissonant, post-modern music isn’t really my thing. But the Council always finds interesting acts and I wanted to give these guys a chance.
I must say that it was worth it. Still not my favorite type of music/dance, but these guys were impressive, especially when taking into consideration this was only the second time the band and the dance troupe had performed together. I would definitely encourage everyone to check them out. Some will love it, some not so much … but it’s always worth broadening your horizons and musical understanding.
Anywho, immediately after the performance I was met outside by mi amigo who had brought gifts from the far-away place known as Maryland. The first was a pack of smokes (which cost him less than $6, argh) and the second, and much more exciting, was a four pack of Midas’ Touch. If you haven’t heard of this amazing brew, check it out. Go now and check. I’ll wait.
Oh good, you’re back. Isn’t that fantastic? Scientists actually analyzed samples of jars found in ancient tombs that at one time held wine, beer or liquor and have recreated it using the exact same ingredients used by the ancient Pharaohs or Kings or whatever.
Midas’ Touch was from a sample found in a town in Egypt and it … is … amazing. I’m not sure if it tastes so good just because I think it’s possibly the coolest scientific breakthrough since Lego Star Wars! Anyway …
We enjoyed those slowly (certainly not the cheapest beer) before making our way down to the bars.
Now, I’d like to mention briefly that within the last two weeks I’ve gone to the bar three times. Within the last four months I’ve gone to the bar … three times. Needless to say I’m already tired of them, not to mention broke. It can be a great time when you’re with your friends just kicking back. However, the drama and craziness of some people is off the charts and I learned last year how important it is to stay away from crazy …
Despite my disillusionment with the whole bar scene, my two closest friends and I had the chance to catch up, knock a few back and boogie down for the remainder of the night. It was most certainly memorable (which is often tough when Belush has a pocketful of cash and is in a spending mood) but we made it home safely and pleased with ourselves for no apparent reason.
However, it wasn’t until the next morning that we realized we may have left our friend passed out in a dozen wings at Denny’s but hey, there are always casualties of war, and the Battle of Belush’s Wallet vs. Wits was no different.
Dream of bleu cheese oceans, sweet prince, and may you wake in your own bed come morning.
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