Shuffleboard, Gene Simmons, Grand Prix Races
Early this morning, I was awakened by the roar of engines from practice for tomorrow's Grand Prix race, which will command the lovely water view near my neighborhood. So I am still a bit cranky.
Nonetheless, I still considered attending said race, due soley to the fact that rock legend GENE SIMMONS will be opening the ceremonies as Grand Marshall. That is, I considered attending until I found out the he will not be wearing makeup, he will not be wearing spandex, and he will not be blowing balls of flame like this or like this. So really, what's the point?
Anyway, race cars are so passé these days.
The "smart set" races other things.
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On a side note, which rather unfortunately has nothing to do with GENE SIMMONS! or GENE SIMMONS!!!, or even GENE SIMMONS!!!!!!!, I spent Friday night partaking of a traditional Florida pastime.
That's right: I've learned to play an occasional game of shuffleboard! Every Friday night, St. Pete Shuffle hosts an interesting mix of elderly players (blue hair, hearing aids) and young hipsters (tattoos, earrings). Everyone listens to kick-ass music, eats cake and things, and plays oodles of shuffleboard.
The weekly event ranges from sparsely populated to jam-packed, and was really kick-started by artist's collective The Artillery, who have some of their paintings hanging in the clubhouse. I had a great time and played with a few local scenesters I had met previously. To our left we had two hunched-over elderly gentlemen who sprouted wispy hair in all directions from all over the place. They played quite the vicious game and were much better than we were. To our right, we had a group of alternative twenty-somethings who played less well but dressed rather more stylishly.
It's the perfect thing to do before going out for the evening, and I recommend that locals check it out. Plus, the complex also has lawn bowling and the St. Pete Chess Club.
Nonetheless, I still considered attending said race, due soley to the fact that rock legend GENE SIMMONS will be opening the ceremonies as Grand Marshall. That is, I considered attending until I found out the he will not be wearing makeup, he will not be wearing spandex, and he will not be blowing balls of flame like this or like this. So really, what's the point?
Anyway, race cars are so passé these days.
The "smart set" races other things.
********************************************************************
On a side note, which rather unfortunately has nothing to do with GENE SIMMONS! or GENE SIMMONS!!!, or even GENE SIMMONS!!!!!!!, I spent Friday night partaking of a traditional Florida pastime.
That's right: I've learned to play an occasional game of shuffleboard! Every Friday night, St. Pete Shuffle hosts an interesting mix of elderly players (blue hair, hearing aids) and young hipsters (tattoos, earrings). Everyone listens to kick-ass music, eats cake and things, and plays oodles of shuffleboard.
The weekly event ranges from sparsely populated to jam-packed, and was really kick-started by artist's collective The Artillery, who have some of their paintings hanging in the clubhouse. I had a great time and played with a few local scenesters I had met previously. To our left we had two hunched-over elderly gentlemen who sprouted wispy hair in all directions from all over the place. They played quite the vicious game and were much better than we were. To our right, we had a group of alternative twenty-somethings who played less well but dressed rather more stylishly.
It's the perfect thing to do before going out for the evening, and I recommend that locals check it out. Plus, the complex also has lawn bowling and the St. Pete Chess Club.
posted by L at 2:15 PM
2 Comments:
Shuffleboard sounds lovely. And getting together with the old folks, that is very charitable of you. But I'm not sure that I liked your comments about the old guys with hair growing from everywhere. Those of us who suffer from the Agony of Nose and Ear Hair, and Long Eyebrow Syndrome, are an oppressed minority and deserve more pity than scorn.
I spent the day at a bowling tournament (my son's--he is competing for the state championship), and I am about to embark on the Great Golfing Journey (blog to follow), so I love to hear about others who frolic with carefree pasttimes.
PT
My Dear Professor: it was lovely! I wouldn't worry about the odd hair, if I were you; it will get us all in the end :)
it sounds like I am overdue in checking out your blog, so I shall certainly do so... although I am allergic to golf. heh heh
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