We boarded the plane in Atlanta about 10pm. By 2pm the next day, we were entering the Grand Amsterdam Hotel in all its 2-story, complete with bidet, glory. But more importantly, we were next door to the Greenhouse. And if you’ll recall from Vincent Vega’s and Jules Winfield’s discussion about […]
Travels
killing the night: a review of spain
“Nobody goes to bed in Madrid until they have killed the night.” — Ernest Hemingway “That shit is true of Barcelona and Pamplona, too, Holmes.” — The Muskrat We arrived in Barcelona in the morning and, at the advice of Dave from Blogography, stayed at the Hotel 1898 on La […]
there’s no masturbation in the tundra
Him: Do you have a lot of experience with trucks? Me: The last time I drove a pickup truck was in high school, when I worked for my friend’s dad’s landscaping company. He had a 1970-something white piece of shit truck with “3 on the tree” and a spare tire […]
putting the “father” in father muskrat
My first experience officiating a wedding was full of frustration, anxiety, and chest pains. Primarily, this was because I’d lost my iphone the preceding Thursday night around 3am at a DragonCon hotel party after partying like this and like this while dressed like this: I don’t always drink margaritas, but […]