Birthday greetings from RitaPHL and her husband Jim. A card they created together that celebrates Autumn - thoughtful, beautiful and longer lasting than a bottle of Château Latour!
Hey kids, have you ever wanted to be in pictures? Well, here’s your chance - sort of. With all the buzz about You Tube and other tubes we* thought it would be fun to have our own video showdown here on Hazzard Ahead. Truth be known we’re more likely to eat grocery store sushi than participate in any pop trend, but this is different. We love participation from our readers and what better way to express yourself than through streaming video?
Here’s the deal: Create a video featuring yourself and perhaps a few of your closest buds describing what it is that makes you a fan of Johnny Hazzard and/or his blog. You can do it through modern dance, a Shakespearean adaptation or even a sock puppet show. We encourage creativity so by all means shoot your video while coming down from a dangerous encounter with toxic cleaning chemical fumes! Submissions must be safe for all audiences or they cannot be displayed on this site**! Remember, Hazzard Ahead is for everyone (with an open mind, a big heart and a great sense of humor).
Please limit entries to three minutes in duration. Video files may be submitted in avi, mov or about any video format available using one of the following methods:
We will post our favorite videos here on the site. Of course, we can’t be sure anyone will even give a damn and submit, but you can be certain there will be no shortage of video here in any case. Yes, that’s right, the “prize” is publicity and the chance to appear here along side one of gay porn’s greats. OK, fine, maybe I’ll get Johnny to send a free vid or signed photo or something. I’m not making promises!
*Johnny doesn’t even know about this yet. I’m just really drunk on top of a massive Little Debbie’s sugar high and I can’t control myself.
** Videos deemed inappropriate for Hazzard Ahead viewers may be awarded with alternate recognition.
Before I left Boston for LA we had the hottest days of the summer. While my roommate and friends were complaining of exhaustion and void of any energy, I was charged; laying carpet, cooking, cleaning and designing my t-shirts. That is the weather that my body is supposed to be in, it must be in my Mediterranean genes. Moist heat is glorious to me.
So here is another little amusing story involving faulty memory. To make sure the full effect is administered I must give you the history. I hooked up with this guy a while back when I was still living in Boston full time. It was fine, no fireworks, bells or trombones, but decent. Well I had seen him upon my returning here off and on and I said hi to him every time. Every time I said hi I was met with a smug response that led to me to believe he was a dick; typical stereo type Boston Mofo.
I was not going to back down and I kept saying hello to him and kept getting the same response. Fine. Whateva! Then I met some co-workers out, an old friend had returned from NYC and was working back with all of us at Aquitaine, so the evening was very sentimental since it was the first time I had seen him since he was back. As I walked in to the bar who was my friend sitting with? You got it….the MOFO. I became quite cocky and confrontational. When we were introduced, he acting as if he never met me and I responded with “Good to see you again” “Again? Have we met?”
This cannot be real, is he serious? But he was. I then moved over next to him and began to tell him how we met. His smug look was replaced with a blank stare. It was then that I realized that this was not the man I had slept with. I told him that I thought we had been together and he said that it wasn’t so because he would have surely remembered. Good answer. After ordering another beer and a couple of nervous laughs, I shook it off and asked him for his card.
Victor/Victoria was about a woman pretending to be a man impersonating a woman. Now we have Francis, a Spanish ballroom dance instructor, impersonating Johnny dancing to Sherrie Lea.
When I saw the video of Johnny Hazzard I could not resist the infectious nature of his jubilation and decided to make my own version.
Thanks to Sherrie Lea for making us aware of the further outreach of Spellbound Fever!!
We started out with 56 reservations on the books today when I went in and by 9pm we had 22 cancellations and no-shows. A small part of this was due to the rain we had, you can always count on a few people put off by the weather, but 22?!
Standing around the podium at the front desk talking shop we came to the conclusion that this might have something to do with an unfortunate event the city of Boston experienced recently. Monday night a panel of the Mass Turnpike, the newest addition to the system of tunnels that make up the Big Dig, fell down on a car killing a woman. This probably scared a few motorists from driving in and around anything to do with subterranean tunnels. I know it scared me enough that today and yesterday I took surface roads to work, avoiding anything underground. As of now there has been over 60 “trouble spots” identified with fingers and blame pointed at everybody involved. The nation’s largest public works project is turning into a brawl of accusations. It sucks no matter how you slice it.
Moving right along to the brighter side of things, my biggest fan in Philadelphia, Rita, and her husband surprised me and made my week by coming into the restaurant tonight for dinner. She had mentioned early in the month prior that she was coming to Bean town and asked for my recommendations for good eats. I of course recommended Aquitaine and 3 or so others I felt were up to our standards. A little after 6:30 I was standing at the back when this adorable woman came towards me and assuming she wanted the restroom, I smiled and said, “First door on your left”. She replied with, “I’m Rita!” Needless to say I was floored. We talked a bit; I met her husband Jim and had the chef cook up a little Soigné course of Duck Ravioli. They seemed to enjoy themselves very much. I was proud that they chose Aquitaine and that it lived up to my bragging.
