After such a banner weekend turned last weekend in by the masses, one starts to wonder "Can it Get Any Better?" Well young man that's the thing - it can, can, can! Phils in a virtual tie for the wild card, state football right around the corner, glorious shore weekend upon it. Absolutely Lovin It!
But first....Let's do some highlighting and reflection regrading the weekend formerly known as August 10-12th.
Saturday night - Lutz wedding which was nothing short of spectacular. Here's some power rankings from what turned out the be the swaree of the summer.
Best Performances:
1) The World Famous Hotel Dupont: Seriously could it be any nicer? The food, the breakfast, the everything. It is my recommendation that robes be worn any and everyplace possible. In fact, I'm wearing one right now - sans underpants - as I type away in the Bucks County Coffee Shop in the yunk. Lovin every minute of it!
2) Easton's own Greg P.: The worm followed by a turtle spin and an elbow twist - TWICE. Can't wait to see it on video. What was even better was Greg persistently asking me throughout the remainder of the night about his dance move - "Buddy, did it look professional?"
3) The Band: I don't know their name, but I don't have too. I know what they should change their name to - TITS. With the exception of "Brickhouse," they did a phenomenal job that will be remembered forever, for ever, ever. I could listen to that guy sing Prince all day long. Tremendous horns only made them that much more TITS.
4) Matt Bandateless: Jimmy Berlutti never left the dance floor and either did his wingtips. Milli-Vinilli flashbacks were abundant, and Datels proved why we can tolerate his being a Met Fan. Matt - you're welcome in the Delaware Valley anytime and congratulations to you and the "Adventures of New Christine" sharing a place in Soho.
Biggest Disappointments:
1) Coog Hogland: Whaaaaaaaaaaa Happpppppppppenddddddddddddd? Is it just me or was the big guy just a shell of himself on Saturday? Besides BLOWING HIS WAD on the first fast song of the night with his Jamie Moyer-esque sprint to the dance floor Ace Smallcock was no where to be found. Did he take one?
2) DJ Stupid (Greg): A no-show for the gala of '07 was a huge let-down. Who cares if you booked Harvey Goldensteinburg's bat-mitzfah 6 months ago in Jenkintown? Odds are they would have found someone else to to juice those jerks up to "Mr. Wendell, Kriss Kross, and Iesha" Odds that you may have introduced them wrong?........ Even better.
Just kidding Greg - but you missed a good time.
3) Wilmington: No wonder nobody lives there. That town makes Pottsville look like South Beach. Woof!
4) Rake Sheth: Okay, maybe he was a little occupied. But in typical Rake fashion he was just that - THE RAKE.
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