7th Edition: Tweety Bird’s Favorite Tweets

Random Tweets:

Paul Shirley ‏ @paulthenshirley Arnold Schwarzenegger was the governor of California for eight years. #onlysoundslikeaprilfools

Neal Brennan ‏ @nealbrennan Dear Government, I’m cool with you shutting down if you’re cool with me not paying my taxes.

Jenny Johnson ‏ @JennyJohnsonHi5 I’ve invented a new drink. Tequila mixed with NyQuil. It’s called “The Mexican Uncle”

IrrelevantScott ‏ @IrrelevantScott My suicide note will simply say, “Finally got rid of that 2:30 feeling!”

Mick Shaffer ‏ @mickshaffer What’s amazing is that Weekend at Bernie’s happened twice. What are the chances?

Michael Ian Black ‏ @michaelianblack Netflix has an amazing collection of independent and foreign movies I don’t want to see.

Jenny Johnson ‏ @JennyJohnsonHi5 When I was a kid the swear jar at my house was always empty because my sister was a goddamn thief.

Rob Huebel ‏ @robhuebel Yes I got hard when the TSA guy groped my loins and buttocks, but only because I was imagining it was a real cop.

Paul Shirley ‏ @paulthenshirley Dear al-Qaeda, the Ed Hardy outlet store at 8680 Hayden Place in Culver City (N34° 1.2745′, W118° 23.1754′) is our most sacred site.

Hunger Games Tweets: 

Mick Shaffer ‏ @mickshaffer I mean, we’re all frowning on the bounty program, but the Hunger Games are allowed to continue.

Matt Shirley ‏ @mattshirley41 Girls love The Hunger Games because it follows no rational path of reasoning, just like them.

UberFacts ‏ @UberFacts You can call the Hunger Games hotline (404) 698-2903, and actually participate in the game!

Speedos and Sunshine

This post is a continuation of our trip to Greece in June 2011. Part one can be found here.

After four and a half hours hunched over a table on a crowded ferry, we were certainly ready to climb off the boat in Mykonos.

We had booked our hotel room ahead of time, but judging by the number of hoteliers trying to lure us their way, you probably wouldn’t need to. If you do book a hotel, learn for our mistake and book your transportation as well. We ended up standing in line for a cab for two hours before snagging one and getting a ride to the Carrop Tree Hotel. Our accommodations weren’t quite as luxurious as our last hotel.

But the view from our balcony definitely made up for it!

As soon as we put our bags down, we were out the door and headed to the beach. Paradise Beach was packed with sunbathers, both clothed and unclothed. We certainly got an eyeful in every direction we turned, so we trained our gaze on the ridiculously clear water instead.

By 5 pm the beachside bars were blasting music and bikini-clad ladies were climbing on top of the tables to dance. It was quite the scene so we hung around until we’d soaked up every last sliver of sun, and then hopped the bus back to our hotel. We made it back in time to watch the sun set from our balcony before rinsing off the sand.

After cleaning up, we walked down to the Little Venice area for dinner at Casa di Giorgio’s and stopped into a few bars before settling down at Skandinavian Bar for the night.

On our second day in Mykonos, we thought we’d try to check out one of the other many beaches on the island. We headed back over to the Little Venice area to find a bus.

From Little Venice, we were told that the buses to the beaches left from the Old Port area.

But once we got to the Old Port, we found out we had just missed the bus and would have to wait two hours for the next one. We could have taken a taxi, but we couldn’t find any of those around either, so we made our way back to Paradise Beach.

We spent the afternoon lounging around in the sun and taking in the sights. After squeezing in showers and a quick nap, we walked to Niko’s Place, a restaurant we had seen on our walk around the island earlier in the day.

The food was delicious and the limoncello shots were even better. We checked out a couple bars after dinner but ended the night at Skandinavian Bar again. We should have made it an early night because we were leaving the next day, but that’s not like us at all. Instead we were able to get a few hours of sleep in our twin beds before checking out of the Carrop Tree and making a bed on the beach nearby.

We thought we knew exactly where we needed to go to catch the ferry to Santorini. The port we arrived at, right? Wrong. We showed up an hour early, as suggested, presented our tickets… and were told we were at the wrong port. Apparently the “old” in Old Port doesn’t mean it’s not still in use. With the taxi wait looking to be more than the hour we had, we begged a lady in the parking lot to give us a ride to the Old Port. She dropped us off with ten minutes to spare and by the time we boarded that ferry we were ready to get to Santorini.

Going Gangster

I’ve probably seen six rap concerts in my lifetime. Three of which were awesome and three of which were ultimately forgettable. The list goes as follows:

– Nelly feat. The St. Lunatics
– Atomsphere
– Matisyahu
– Snoop Dogg feat. The Funk-a-delics
– J Cole
– Asher Roth (Shh! Don’t tell anybody.)

I think it would suffice to say that I fall into the occasional rap fan category. I enjoy all types of music, but more times than not I usually prefer music that features a guitar or two. But that’s not to say when offered free tickets to a rap concert, I would turn them down. No way! Especially not when that concert is Bone Thugs N Harmony. Well, I should say Bone Thugs N Harmony featuring Krayzie and Wish Bone because, apparently, Layzie and Bizzie Bone were too lazy and busy to make it. Sorry, terrible joke.

For those of you that might be too young or are pretty clueless when it comes to rap groups, Bone Thugs N Harmony is from Cleveland, Ohio and formed in 1991. My first experience with Bone Thugs came in the form of their second album, E. 1999 Eternal, which was given to me as a birthday gift by my sixth grade girlfriend (yes, she was a tad cooler than me). I specifically remember coming home from school the day she gave it to me and blasting the popular song “Thuggish Ruggish Bone” as loud as I could on my CD player. I did this for a couple of days straight until my mom started to realize the lyrics on E. 1999 Eternal weren’t exactly middle school friendly and that I wasn’t listening the the newest Christian rap sensation. As it turns out, Bone Thugs’ music contains lots of swearing, references to drugs and possibly murder. Not really the type of music a mother of a 13 year old boy would want her son listening to. All in all, my new Bone Thugs CD lasted for about a week and a half before it was confiscated and broken in half. I think that goes to show how gangster I really was in the sixth grade. Nevertheless, the chance to see them preform live and for free was not going to be wasted, even if it came a couple rap members short and about 15 years too late.

On the surface this concert seemed like a money grab as it only featured two original members. This was all but confirmed when I saw the sign below hanging near the concert t-shirts. But, like I said before, these tickets were FREE .

As expected the concert wasn’t exactly a full out rap party. It alternated between being fun and nostalgic to mildly amusing to downright cringe-worthy. At times, I found myself sort of getting into some of the songs. But, in all honesty, I probably had more fun people watching than I did listening to what was actually happening on stage. I suppose that’s not a ringing endorsement of the concert, but I’m not enough of a rap aficionado to objectively judge anyway. So, while I enjoyed re-living the rap memories of my youth and hearing a sweet rendition of “Tha Crossroads”, after an hour and a half I was ready go home and head to bed. Either, I’m getting too old or I’m not as gangster as I once was. I’m guessing It’s the latter.

Cappuccinos and Cigarettes

On our first anniversary we visited family in New Orleans and spent some time exploring the French Quarter. So for our second anniversary, we knew we wanted to take another trip. We threw around ideas like Machu Picchu (my choice) and Iceland (Joel’s choice) and in the midst of frantic ticket purchasing that just wasn’t working out, completely changed our destination and booked tickets to Greece without thinking twice. The second anniversary is the cotton anniversary, and cotton we received… in the form of plush and fluffy bathrobes waiting for us at the Eridanus Art Hotel in Athens.

We arrived in Athens Sunday morning and navigated our way to the hotel, with the help of a few hand-gesturing people near the subway stop. Our location couldn’t have been better as we were a short walk or a quick subway ride away from everything we wanted to do. After depositing our enormous backpacks in our room, we got our first taste of the city by hiking up to the top of Filopappos Hill.

Filopappos Hill was across the street from the nearest subway station and offered a cool view of the city of Athens and of the Parthenon. We saw people lounging and picnicking on our climb up and we promised to do that ourselves, but Athens just had too much to offer and we never made it back.

Once back at the base of the hill, we meandered through the Monastiraki flea market area and stopped at a restaurant along the way called Souvlaki Bar. We ordered up a sample of the local beer selection and a couple gyros. Now, I’ve never been much of a gyro fan, but these changed my perspective. I don’t believe I’ll ever find a gyro that can compare!

Athens is such an interesting city because at every turn you will run into preserved ruins. We bought a pass that allowed us access to all of the ruins including the Parthenon, and had some fun attempting to track down each of the places on the list.

On our first night in Athens, we took a recommendation from the hotel bartender to try out the Gazi area down the street for dinner and a little nightlife. We ate at a place called the Butcher Shop that was overpriced and just not all that good. And soon found out that the whole Gazi area was overpriced and just not all that fun. Of course we still gave the bars a fighting chance until 2 am when we ventured back to our hotel to call it a night.

On Monday morning, we woke up as early as we could manage and headed out to climb the Acropolis and see the Parthenon. We had heard that the earlier you can make it to the top, the better, because the area gets crowded with tourists. Somehow we arrived early enough to be a part of the first group of the day and were able to snap a few shots without random people wandering in and out of our picture.

By the time we felt we had taken enough pictures from every possible angle, the place was swarming with tourists. Many were carrying umbrellas to block the sun, which I think is just the weirded concept ever. On our way down the hill, we took the path that led to Ancient Agora. The area was like a town square where the Athenians would gather for public meetings and selling goods. 

The path out of Ancient Agora led into the cutest little neighborhood I’ve ever seen. The name was way too long and contained too many vowels for me to remember, but restaurants, bars and shops lined steep sets of stairs and ivy covered the walls and balconies.

Joel and I picked a table balancing precariously on a step and ordered a beer. We realized we were fairly hungry from all of our hiking and walking, but we wanted to hold out for another gyro from Souvlaki Bar, so we just sipped on our Mythos and snacked on the pretzels the waiter provided.

After another life-changing meal at Souvlaki Bar, we headed back to the hotel to wash off our grime and plan our evening. We decided to watch the sunset from Lycabettus Hill, so we hopped on the subway and got off at a stop that seemed pretty close on the map. We had absolutely no clue where we were going and ended up walking around for an hour just looking for a way to get up the hill. The first part of the hike was all stairs, which was not awesome, but once we made it to the top we felt like we made the right decision. 

While we waited for the sun to go down completely, we ventured over to the restaurant on the top of the hill. We weren’t about to pay the insane prices for a meal there, but we did nurse a few drinks. I ordered a cappuccino freddo (iced cappuccino), taking a cue from all the locals I’d seen who are obsessed with those things. Beginning at 2 pm each day we’d see groups of locals gathered at restaurant tables sipping coffee drinks and smoking cigs. And they didn’t leave for hours. I actually hate coffee flavor anything, so as good as my drink looked, it tasted awful.

But the view from the hill at night was worth choking that syrupy sweet sucker down. We stared open-mouthed at the scenery for awhile before making our way back down the hill.

The walk back to the subway was much less confusing than the route there. We made our way to a bar we had seen earlier in the day called the James Joyce. It was full of Americans and Australians and right up our alley. We had fun chatting with an Aussie about where he had been and where he was off to next.

We stayed out late enough to make the next morning a little rough. But we had to catch a ferry to the island of Mykonos, so we navigated to the Piraeus port, climbed aboard our ship, and found a table to call our bed for the next four and a half hours.


So because we took a much-needed nine month sabbatical from posting on our blog, we missed out on writing about some of the best parts of 2011. You know, like where our blog header came from? (Hint: we took a trip to Greece in June.)

Well, since we like to think of this little blog as a diary of sorts, we had always planned on re-capping some of the most important moments as soon as we felt like writing again. And now that we’ve gotten back into the rhythm, we’re ready to do just that. I’ve already started that trend with posts about our family vacation in Cabo and our trip to Milwaukee in September, and we plan to continue looking back on our missed year in between our updates about what’s going on right now. We’ve added a new category on our side bar (aptly named, don’t you think?) to group all of the posts that are written in hindsight, and we might continue looking back on the past even after our lost year has been recovered. Your guess is as good as ours.