Showing posts with label dean martin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dean martin. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Monday, June 07, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
The Perfect Day
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ell, since today is my $#@!&-th birthday, I thought I'd put together my best day. A day where everything went perfectly, and I got to do whatever I wanted.
First of all, I'd wake up next to Dyno. (Or maybe a young James Garner, if we're really wishing here.) He'd bring me a Starbucks café mocha, nice and hot, and we'd watch television in bed. Perhaps "Snapped" on Oxygen, or "Dog Whisperer" on NatGeo.
Then after a couple hours Dyno and I would finally get up and take my dog on a nice walk along the beach. (The dog wouldn't poop the entire time -- it'd be a miracle.) And it'd be a beautiful, sunny, and clear day, too. Oh yeah, and I'd be tan and weigh about 20 pounds less.
I come home and all the laundry is done, the house is clean, the dishes are out of the dishwasher, and a nice lunch of grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and pickles have been made. And a nice Manhattan to go with it all. I turn on the television to relax and eat, and the newest episode of "Survivor" is starting -- yes, even though it's Monday, and not Thursday.
Dean Martin, Joan Crawford, Errol Flynn, and Esther Williams call during the day to wish me a happy birthday and to ask what my plans are. I speak briefly with them, but really I just want to spend the day on the couch with Dyno. I fall asleep and end up napping until it's time for dinner, preempted by a few cocktails.
For dinner, Dyno takes me to the Playboy Club circa 1965, and I'm like Doris Day, wearing a beautiful gown with a matching coat, hat, and gloves. We sit and watch Bob Newhart do a stand-up routine, and then Mel Tormé comes out and croons to us. Dinner is a thick prime rib steak, lobster mashed potatoes, and a bold red wine.
I'm not going to go in to what happens after dinner. But let's just say (as they do in the old movies), the curtains flap in the wind and the camera pans left and then we fade out.
...And that's my perfect day!
ell, since today is my $#@!&-th birthday, I thought I'd put together my best day. A day where everything went perfectly, and I got to do whatever I wanted.First of all, I'd wake up next to Dyno. (Or maybe a young James Garner, if we're really wishing here.) He'd bring me a Starbucks café mocha, nice and hot, and we'd watch television in bed. Perhaps "Snapped" on Oxygen, or "Dog Whisperer" on NatGeo.
Then after a couple hours Dyno and I would finally get up and take my dog on a nice walk along the beach. (The dog wouldn't poop the entire time -- it'd be a miracle.) And it'd be a beautiful, sunny, and clear day, too. Oh yeah, and I'd be tan and weigh about 20 pounds less.
I come home and all the laundry is done, the house is clean, the dishes are out of the dishwasher, and a nice lunch of grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and pickles have been made. And a nice Manhattan to go with it all. I turn on the television to relax and eat, and the newest episode of "Survivor" is starting -- yes, even though it's Monday, and not Thursday.
Dean Martin, Joan Crawford, Errol Flynn, and Esther Williams call during the day to wish me a happy birthday and to ask what my plans are. I speak briefly with them, but really I just want to spend the day on the couch with Dyno. I fall asleep and end up napping until it's time for dinner, preempted by a few cocktails.
For dinner, Dyno takes me to the Playboy Club circa 1965, and I'm like Doris Day, wearing a beautiful gown with a matching coat, hat, and gloves. We sit and watch Bob Newhart do a stand-up routine, and then Mel Tormé comes out and croons to us. Dinner is a thick prime rib steak, lobster mashed potatoes, and a bold red wine.
I'm not going to go in to what happens after dinner. But let's just say (as they do in the old movies), the curtains flap in the wind and the camera pans left and then we fade out.
...And that's my perfect day!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Classic Quotes: Cocktail Edition
"What contemptible scoundrel stole the cork out of my breakfast?" - W.C. Fields"The trouble with the world is that everybody is three drinks behind." - Humphrey Bogart
"Imagine getting up in the morning and knowing that's as good as you're going to feel all day." - Dean Martin
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Bob Newhart: Superman and the Drycleaner
A classic comedy routine: Bob Newhart doing his "Superman and the Drycleaner" sketch from his album The Windmills Are Weakening on the first episode of the "Dean Martin Show" from 1965.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Hello, Norma Jean
I saw a Moxied episode of Quantum Leap last night entitled "Goodbye, Norma Jean," where Sam leaps into the body of Marilyn Monroe's driver. He has to get her to the set of "The Misfits" so that she can complete the movie before her alleged suicide. An odd mission, seeing as how this wasn't the last film she worked on. She went on to film "Something's Got to Give" the following year with Dean Martin but it was never completed because of her death.Anyway, I was fascinated by the woman who plays Marilyn Monroe, named Susan Griffiths. Not only did she look like Marilyn (not just your typical big eyelashes and platinum wig) but she sounded like her, too. Looking her up on the net, I found that she has an extensive career as a Marilyn-impersonator, even being featured in big films like "Pulp Fiction."
Check out her resume and a short film reel of her work at her website.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Must-See Movie: What a Way to Go!
What a Way to Go! (1964)I Moxied this and finally got to see it last night. Since it won't be on anytime soon (that I know of), you're going to have to rent it!
The star power alone is reason to watch: Shirley MacLaine, Paul Newman, Robert Mitchum, Dean Martin, Gene Kelly, Dick Van Dyke...
MacLaine plays Louisa, a woman who wants the simple life: a little cottage in the country, true love, and maybe a couple kids. She only seeks men with meager lifestyles, but no matter what she does, she ends up with men with too much ambition and motivation!
Thinking she's cursed, she tries to get rid of the bad luck by giving a check to the IRS for all her millions. Instead of accepting it, they believe she's crazy and send her to a shrink, where we hear about her life as a black widow amongst unfortunate -- yet fortunate -- men.
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