Brick: Mm. I just burned my tongue.
Alan: Hey, there’s Skittles in there!
Brick: I ate fiberglass insulation. It wasn’t cotton candy like the guy said. My tummy itches.
Alan: It’s where I keep all my things. Get a lot of compliments on this. Plus it’s not a purse, it’s called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one.
Brick: Where’d you get your clothes from? The … the toilet store?
As I mark the passage of 40 years on this planet, I’ve had plenty of chances to reflect on those four decades — the happy moments and the sad; the wins and the losses; and everything in between. As I rolled these years over in my head it struck me that perhaps I could put together a list — in no particular order — of 40 various people, places and things that have affected or influenced my life, brought me great joy or even provided simple lasting memories.
To my loved ones: you are ALL at the top of any list I would make like this, so realize and recognize that before you note to yourself, while reading, “What about me?” For all my cynicism and dark wit, I just love living and experiencing life so much that I could never touch on everything that’s made a mark on me in this or any space. But I can give you a decent set of examples — one for each year that I’ve lived.
Sunrise at Haleakala Volcano on Maui The Rose Bowl on New Year’s Day
Another glorious New Year's Day in Pasadena.
“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” by Hunter S. Thompson Clear and crisp winter days
Houseboating on the Mississippi River between Wisconsin and Minnesota in July
A normal July evening on the northern Mississippi.
Cannes, France (though Antibes is better … and Monte Carlo is 100% overrated and overdone)
Night-blooming jasmine in the spring
Growing up hearing the “boom” of the Disneyland fireworks every summer night at 9:30 and thinking that — just a few minutes away — magic was possible
Speaking of magic, Magic Johnson … and Larry Bird
Game 4 of the 1987 NBA Finals
U2’s “Where the Streets Have No Name” performed live The Cask & Flagon in Boston
Just another pre-game behind the Green Monster.
Bourbon whiskey (particularly
Maker’s Mark and/or Booker’s) Gin (particularly
Bombay Sapphire and/or Hendrick’s)
Game 1 of the 1988 World Series Quentin Tarantino’s
“Ask the Dust” by John Fante Chick Hearn
The beach, anywhere at anytime
Drinking an Old Fashioned at the
Alembic Bar on Haight Street in San Francisco after a visit to City Lights Books The
Parker Palm Springs Driving Sunset Boulevard on a summer afternoon
The roar of the crowd at any sporting event (preferably the roar is for the team I’m rooting for)
“Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley The opening innings on a clear summer night at Dodger Stadium, with a view of the mountains beyond deep center field
Few things can beat a summer evening at Dodger Stadium.
Showing off “My Southern California” to out-of-towners
That my job has allowed me to see parts of Ireland, England, France, Spain, Morocco, Monaco, Italy, Hungary, the Czech Republic and Germany
Interviewing someone I’ve never met and knowing by the end of the interview that this is actually the kind of person I want to highlight
Maybe in another 40, I'll be enjoying retirement here.
The final line of Bruce Springsteen’s “Thunder Road”: “It’s a town full of losers / And I’m pullin’ outta here to win”
My dad’s fudge
The 2005 USC-Notre Dame game New York on a cold day just before Christmas
Taking a break on a hike of the Grand Canyon to simply breathe it all in
September 2010 on the South Kaibab Trail.
Driving between Ventura and Santa Barbara on 101 on a summer morning
“The Boys of Summer” by Roger Kahn Watching Stanley Cup playoff games in person
It's hard to match the intensity of a hockey playoff crowd.
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I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party. Brick:
He’s jackin’ his little weenis. Not at the table, Carlos. Alan:
The party. With the … with the pants. Party with pants? Brick:
Nobody’s gonna fuck on you! I’m on your side! I hate Godzilla! I hate him too! I hate him! He destroys cities! Please! This isn’t your fault. I’ll get you some pants. Alan:
I don’t know what we’re yelling about. Brick:
I’m not supposed to be within two hundred feet of a school. Or a Chuck E. Cheese. Alan:
Um, no, no. Too many people died last year, so we’re not gonna. Brick:
Whoa, watch it pervert! Alan: