I think one of the reasons we all loved Nick so much was that he lived the cliche, "practice what you preach". One way to quickly get on my bad side is to act hypocritically. I have no use for the type of person who preaches one thing but does another. I am quick to pile on an athlete who is holier than thou when he is caught in a misdeed a la Kobe Bryant, Jason Kidd, or Mark Chmura. I much prefer someone like a Charles Barkley or an Allen Iverson who is unapologetic about who they are.
With all of that in mind, I must admit to behaving like a raging hypocrite this past weekend. I have both publicly (in this column) and privately (to this person's face) condemned a friend of mine for an incident that occurred a few months ago. Unfortunately, I must admit that I committed a similar transgression this weekend. There is not much worse that being a hypocrite about hypocrisy...so with that, I owe my friend an apology for all of the shit that they have taken from me over the past weeks. And with that, to any of you who know what I am talking about, it is open season on Glenn. Just play above the belt and remember that I have a quasi-public forum with which to retaliate.
This incident not withstanding, I must admit that this was a pretty eventful weekend. The original plan was a night out in San Antonio on the Riverwalk, but an eleventh hour change left me Austin-bound instead. With a few friends in town and a five band concert at Carlos and Charlie's overlooking Lake Travis set for Saturday, it looked like things were set-up for a nice weekend. Sadly, the fates were not aligned for me. A little over halfway to Austin, my truck broke down. Without bogging down in the details of my
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Archives
1) "I'll Be Your Lover" - Van Morrison
2) "The Other Shoe" - Old 97's
3) "Ideoteque"- Radiohead
4) "Amy" - Ryan Adams
5) "Ass-Knockin'" - Bob Schneider
6) "Black Math" - The White Stripes
7) "Miles Away" - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
8) "The Fake Headlines'" - New Pornographers
9) "Rumble in the Jungle" - Tribe Called Quest, The Fugees, Busta Rhymes, & Forte
10) "Singular Girl"- Old 97's
Fortunately, I happened to be dressed pretty well when this happened. If that hadn't been the case, I doubt that Pamela, a friendly middle-aged insurance agent, would have been so kind as to pick me up. She drove past me about ten miles, but felt guilty and circled back to get me because she thought I looked like a "wounded puppy". I didn't know how to take that, but I thanked her and allowed her to buy me a dinner at Applebee's. If this was like the story of my truck breaking in Oklahoma (if you don't know it, ask...it is a classic), she would have probably tried to bed me at a local motel. In reality, Rob came, picked me up, and we continued on to Austin. Once we arrived, we immediately proceeded to get rather intoxicated. Considering that I'm basically unemployed, broke, and extremely recently without vehicle, I had a good day, all in all. Nothing like the kindness of strangers and three friends that were there for me to make me forget my troubles. And the 7&7s didn't hurt either.
Saturday, I woke up to a day-long hangover and the news that my car was going to need repairs that were beyond financial feasibility. Not the best way to start a day, but things quickly got better. We set off for the concert, which turned out to be a great time. Sure, two of my friends nearly passed out from dehydration, but the music was outstanding. The sun setting over the hills and lake, Bob Schneider playing, a few thousand barefoot people singing about how they like "Cumming...most of all" and "Ass-knockin tell you can't go on"...truly a sight to behold. He is playing Houston Thursday and Friday...always a guaranteed good time. After the concert, we went home and watched Sex and the City ...there is not an activity that makes you feel less masculine.