I really have a thing for train travel. Which is why it would be so neat to have a wedding reception here. Wouldn't it? Please don't die, train travel.
I also really have a thing for Seinfeld-before-bed. I know Seinfeld obsessions are like, so-10-years-ago, but what can I say: I'm a traditionalist when it comes to soothing TV. It's gotten to the point where I pretty much can't fall asleep without first hearing 22 minutes of George's neurotic whining and Kramer's high-pitched panic. I require it. All I can say is thank heavens for my still-free UltimateTV, which provides me with endless episodes just waiting for the 11:00 or 11:30 late-night selection.
Anyway, point being, I was watching this old two-parter the other day where Elaine bids on a set of JFK's golf clubs at a high-society auction. She buys them for Mr. Peterman for $20,000, when he's previously authorized her to spend only $10,000. Then, in typical Seinfeldian fashion, a long string of coincidences result in the clubs being demolished by Newman's mail truck. At the end of the episode you see Peterman aghast, pulling the clubs out one-by-one, and Elaine wincing as he observes the extent to which they're bent and banged up. Anyway (boy I make a short story long), I've probably seen this episode 10 or 11 times, and every single time I find myself hoping against hope that the clubs are okay. Is that totally weird, or am I just an eternal optimist? And imagine if one day they did turn out to be okay? What the hell would that mean?
Oh also, I once went to this big closeout sale for J. Peterman clothes, back in Boston. I bought a suit there with a fur collar. I never, ever have worn it (this was about six years ago) but it's kind of cool to have. For posterity and all, and for taking up room in my closet.
I also really have a thing for Seinfeld-before-bed. I know Seinfeld obsessions are like, so-10-years-ago, but what can I say: I'm a traditionalist when it comes to soothing TV. It's gotten to the point where I pretty much can't fall asleep without first hearing 22 minutes of George's neurotic whining and Kramer's high-pitched panic. I require it. All I can say is thank heavens for my still-free UltimateTV, which provides me with endless episodes just waiting for the 11:00 or 11:30 late-night selection.
Anyway, point being, I was watching this old two-parter the other day where Elaine bids on a set of JFK's golf clubs at a high-society auction. She buys them for Mr. Peterman for $20,000, when he's previously authorized her to spend only $10,000. Then, in typical Seinfeldian fashion, a long string of coincidences result in the clubs being demolished by Newman's mail truck. At the end of the episode you see Peterman aghast, pulling the clubs out one-by-one, and Elaine wincing as he observes the extent to which they're bent and banged up. Anyway (boy I make a short story long), I've probably seen this episode 10 or 11 times, and every single time I find myself hoping against hope that the clubs are okay. Is that totally weird, or am I just an eternal optimist? And imagine if one day they did turn out to be okay? What the hell would that mean?
Oh also, I once went to this big closeout sale for J. Peterman clothes, back in Boston. I bought a suit there with a fur collar. I never, ever have worn it (this was about six years ago) but it's kind of cool to have. For posterity and all, and for taking up room in my closet.
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