If I weren't flying the Japanese flag tonight, I'd be at Gin Fizz Lounge for @MarcCaryMusic's The Harlem Sessions. Instead, I'm at home -- watching Blazing Saddles and riding the cotton pony.
Yes, that's right.
I'm in The Red Sea.
I'm dropping an egg.
I'm entertaining the general.
I've got red sails in the sunset.
I'm chasing the cotton mouse.
I'm surfing the crimson tide.
My hammock is swinging.
I have a visitor from Red Bank.
The tide is high.
The infantry has landed.
My Granny's here.
I'm percolating.
No gym this week.
I'm off duty.
I'm indisposed.
I've been hit.
The only thing that going to fix this is a deep tissue massage and a nice long soak, a plate of Mongolian BBQ and a five mile run -- preferably one after the other, and not necessarily in that order. This is a job for K-Town. Or Spa Castle. Either way, I'm not leaving my apartment tonight. This movie is right on time. When I'm in this much pain, I really need to laugh. A lot.
Why do I love Blazing Saddles so much?
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