look at granny run run!
my mother-in-law ran the new york city marathon this weekend.
read that sentence again: my mother-in-law ran the new york city marathon this weekend. in case you were wondering, that sentence is english for MY MOTHER-IN-LAW IS A FUCKING BADASS.
she's also completely insane, but i suspect the two are related. (hi, mater-in-law, i know you're reading, so obviously i didn't really write this. i mean who would be so stupid? not me. therefore you can't be angry at me.)
she was in town for the weekend and stayed at a hotel. mater-in-law came on friday and we all had thai take-out. then on saturday, while i was at work, they visited the house we're buying. after which we all had a big carb-loading pastacular ... with lots of wine. then my bad-ass mother-in-law woke up the next morning and ran the marathon.
you know what's even more awesome than having a mother-in-law who runs the new york city marathon? i'll tell you. what's even more awesome than having a mother-in-law who runs the new york city marathon is having a mother-in-law who runs the new york city marathon and then, afterwards, eats her weight in take-out pulled-pork sandwiches and french fries at your apartment and talks about how much her "fucking ass" is "killing" her.
anyway. two songs dedicated to mater-in-law nice guy:
first is Run Run by Delroy Wilson, who might have been a household name if some little upstart fellow-Jamaican called Bob Marley hadn't come along and blown any chance he had at international stardom right out of the water. an overstatement? maybe, but he was on the cusp of major success (off the island, anyway) for something like 30 years, without ever quite breaking on through. it's a shame and this song proves it. sinisterly and sly. sure, it could have used a little editing, but nothing will make you feel prepared to trot 26.2 like this late-'60s rocksteady jam. all head-bobbing rhythm and sucker-punch soul.
and, because i am a bastard and i can't resist: Look at Granny Run Run ... by the great Howard Tate. baby nice guy and i stood at the eight mile mark of the race and waited for granny to run by and i just couldn't get this song out of my head. it is from his aptly titled "Get It While You Can" album (aptly titled because it's shamefully out of print ... even though janis joplin's cover version of the title track is widely available). and, granted, "Look at Granny Run Run" may be a bit of a novelty tune -- it's certainly not the gut-twistingest, heart-meltingest track on the album -- but the sentiment is all right with me. listen to the lyrics: hilarious. keep in mind this was cut in 1966. tres risque. i don't care who you are, the formula for success is simple: pill-popping horn-dog grandpas = awesome. if anyone with half a brain in one of his heads was doing the ad campaign for viagra, this would be the theme song.
read that sentence again: my mother-in-law ran the new york city marathon this weekend. in case you were wondering, that sentence is english for MY MOTHER-IN-LAW IS A FUCKING BADASS.
she's also completely insane, but i suspect the two are related. (hi, mater-in-law, i know you're reading, so obviously i didn't really write this. i mean who would be so stupid? not me. therefore you can't be angry at me.)
she was in town for the weekend and stayed at a hotel. mater-in-law came on friday and we all had thai take-out. then on saturday, while i was at work, they visited the house we're buying. after which we all had a big carb-loading pastacular ... with lots of wine. then my bad-ass mother-in-law woke up the next morning and ran the marathon.
you know what's even more awesome than having a mother-in-law who runs the new york city marathon? i'll tell you. what's even more awesome than having a mother-in-law who runs the new york city marathon is having a mother-in-law who runs the new york city marathon and then, afterwards, eats her weight in take-out pulled-pork sandwiches and french fries at your apartment and talks about how much her "fucking ass" is "killing" her.
anyway. two songs dedicated to mater-in-law nice guy:
first is Run Run by Delroy Wilson, who might have been a household name if some little upstart fellow-Jamaican called Bob Marley hadn't come along and blown any chance he had at international stardom right out of the water. an overstatement? maybe, but he was on the cusp of major success (off the island, anyway) for something like 30 years, without ever quite breaking on through. it's a shame and this song proves it. sinisterly and sly. sure, it could have used a little editing, but nothing will make you feel prepared to trot 26.2 like this late-'60s rocksteady jam. all head-bobbing rhythm and sucker-punch soul.
and, because i am a bastard and i can't resist: Look at Granny Run Run ... by the great Howard Tate. baby nice guy and i stood at the eight mile mark of the race and waited for granny to run by and i just couldn't get this song out of my head. it is from his aptly titled "Get It While You Can" album (aptly titled because it's shamefully out of print ... even though janis joplin's cover version of the title track is widely available). and, granted, "Look at Granny Run Run" may be a bit of a novelty tune -- it's certainly not the gut-twistingest, heart-meltingest track on the album -- but the sentiment is all right with me. listen to the lyrics: hilarious. keep in mind this was cut in 1966. tres risque. i don't care who you are, the formula for success is simple: pill-popping horn-dog grandpas = awesome. if anyone with half a brain in one of his heads was doing the ad campaign for viagra, this would be the theme song.
posted by mr. nice guy at 10:41 PM
7 Comments:
That is awesome MIL Nice Guy ran the NYC Marathon, by chance what was her time? Are you allowed to say?
...Where are all the older people like Mater-in-law Nice Guy of My Generation at? Some guys get all the luck :P Tell her congrats on running it for me. cheers :)
Cool! Congrats to 'Granny'!
Loved the music choices.
My time was 4:54:24. NYC is an awesome place to run your first marathon and conditions were perfect. The next one I run is with Mr. Nice Guy in Reykjavik, Iceland.
I am impressed on many levels. WOW. Btw, how'd you get to post? Blogger has been down for me all week?!
Might I recommend Run Run Run by VU.
you might bumpershine, but then again, you might also take a drag or two, gypsy death and you, tell you whatcha do.
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