So it's a beautiful morning... well, aside from it being a Monday morning.... and it being freezing cold... and knowing I've got work to do in the freezing cold... and it's the morning...

Ok, well the morning part doesn't bother me so much, so let's just say 'it's a morning'. But it doesn't matter how cold or Mondayish it may be, because the Giants won last night and nothing can take my spirits down.

This would be the point in this entry where all the Giants fans I know are going "pssh, jerk" and all my Eagles friends are saying "dumbass", one in particular probably ironing a Bobby Hoying jersey right now with my name on it saying "You can't fool me we had a bet!"

So no, the Giants didn't win, but this is MY world and MY blog so I'm going to tell the story like this:

Last weekend kicked off with a visit to the spectrum to see Jeff Dunham. Me and my compadres sat third row from thr front, a grand seven feet from the stage. Jeff and Guitar Guy are sitting there with Achmed, cracking jokes, when I yell out "That's What She Said!" and the Spectrum bursts with laughter. Jeff invites me and my buds backstage after the show for Yuengling, which was cool and strange seeing as every one of his puppets were out and he ordered pints for all of them... except for Jose'. He had a Corona.

Even stranger, Peanut's pint was empty when we left. Weird.

I spend my remaining week of freedom before the world starts turning again traveling. I see DC, NYC, France, and even make a stop in Belgium to say "What the hell are we doing in Belgium, I need to get back home."

Friday my brother and I are in New York again, he's going to his internship with Nickelodeon. I decide to go for a walk, and accidentally stumble upon a Scorcese movie being filmed. His camera operator is out with the measles, and he's worried his perfect shot will be lost. I puff my chest and run to his aid, ready to save the day.

And he tells me to f*&! off.

Hey, I said I was telling the story my way, but a man's imagination can only stretch reality so far.

I shrug my shoulders and head to Bryant Park where I enjoy their marvelous cafe' and some ice skating. I decide I still have time to kill and make my way to Serendipity3, where I enjoy a delicious frozen mint hot chocolate and an excellent conversation with a man I later realize is Eddie Izzard. Funny guy.

Heading back to the Viacom building, I pick up Chris and we make our leave, promising our beloved city we would return soon. On the way back to Trenton, we notice two old men (I mean like 86 years old) wrestling in the traincar in front of us. We pull out the Black n' White cookies we bought and watch the show. It was like WWE in extreme slow motion, but surprisingly spritely and acrobatic for two old men. The man in the blue tights beat the man in the red tights with an impressive triple-axle powerbomb, and gloated the entire way back to Trenton about how in his glory days it would have been a quadruple-axle.

The drive through Jersey is brisk, we make it back to DE with plenty of time to stop at Cheeseburger in Paradise. Chris takes two burgers over to Borders so him and his girlfriend can enjoy them while reading Tolstoy, and I am introduced to the wonders of Chocolate Nachos by a certain lovely lady as we share track injury horror stories.

Saturday, after running 4 miles at Delrec, I hop over to the B-Dubs to watch the games with the Y crew. In between halves I get a phonecall from Kodi, who is now the chairman of Seaton Designs, asking me to make some time to come down and film President Obama for the Inauguration. I humbly agree.

Sunday Tim Carr and I sit in the VIP at the ESPN Zone in Times Square and watch the Giants struggle against the Eagles; but in a display that can only be defined as classic, Pierce makes Westbrook fumble, picks it up, and runs a 42 yard defensive touchdown for the win. To celebrate, I hand Tim Carr a Manning Jersey, hop up to Marietti's in the Upper East Side, and spend the night celebrating with the Offensive Line. Hixon buys me a beer after I tell him a hilarious joke about Cat Burglars. Our fun is interrupted for only a second when Regis calls to doublecheck our booking on his show to talk about LEAF, and the NFL name Tim Carr and I patrons to the sport.

Right before heading home we all watch the Golden Globes, and decide we had enough to drink after Colin Farrell's victory speech sounded like this:

"Oiy, ahm Colin Fawell, and oi tinks oi dahservfed dis 'ere award fer moi fwick, En Brooche'(In Bruges). Oi mean, look awt me! Oi's a man, an oi made meesewlf croiy fer dat moivefie. Das actin, innit? Oiy's dinnae efen get tah snog da fit bird, and look at me? Oiy'd snog meesewlf ifn ah could, innit. An Oiys straight asan arrah. Wewlls, oiy'd snog Heaf too. Rest es soul, innit. An dat Voldymort fellah, howd  deys make em look uuman? Inna he sappowsed tah be bawld and whoite?!"

We laughed, and left.


Oh what a dream. But, in reality, we sat six feet away from Jeff Dunham and laughed hysterically. We left in a great mood, but I still think Jose' would have a Corona and Peanut would down his beer like a champ.

I helped an old school friend who does film critique's now with a couple movies, so in a very short timespan I watched Frost/Nixon(again), Valkyrie(again), In Bruges(again), Ghost Town, Bedtime Stories, and Defiance. Most of which were good. I traveled back and forth to Philadelphia quite a bit, but seeing as Im all but a legal resident of the city, the surprising part is that I kept coming back to Delaware

I managed to catch up with old friends, which was awesome, and Friday I was in NYC as my bro started his internship for Nickelodeon. I did walk on a set, no idea whos, and the cinematographer lost a contact so couldn't find the gradient switch. I helped him, he thanked me, and I went about my business.

Lunch at Bryant Park, followed by a little ice skating was great. Ironically I later fall on my ass on a patch of ice. Figures.

Mint frozen hot chocolate is a new sin of mine... but Serendipity3 wasn't open when I got there

On the train back two old guys started cussing at each other, but the most action I saw was one almost lost his dentures mid-vulgarities.

Chris got a little tipsy at Cheeseburger in Paradise, wanted to go serve his gf a burger at her work at Borders, but decided against it. I think his reasoning was he'd get ketchup on the books. Chocolate nachos are still awesome over shared track injuries.

Saturday after running 3 miles at Delrec and feeling like I might collapse, I go do some scriptwork and then head to BDubs with my Y fam. Kodi lets me know he's getting the hell out of dodge for the Inauguration, but is job searching in the Philly area. We rejoice.

And we all know how Sunday went, which means next Sunday Tim Carr and I watch the game as I sit in green.

I didn't see Colin's acceptance speech, but I'd like to think I'm accurate

Time for the Happy Morale: In Hindsight, it was a great week. I don't need my football team to win (otherwise I wouldn't be a Giants fan, bong!) or to travel all over(all the time), with true friends and a creative drive, I'm perfectly happy. Queue the Awes and Heartfelt Sighs.

Oh, and the stuff about LEAF? Guess you just have to wait and see eh.