Random Encounters with the Fabulous Kyle Cassidy, Vol. IX
Some reflections on Cassidy -- if you've ever read The Electric Koolaid Acid Test, Kyle is like the Cassady who drives the bus in that book. Immense flashes of infectious manic energy.
Like Friday night we were all comfortably settled at Abbraccio in the Boom-Boom Room to watch the Big Debate. I could tell Kyle was restless -- he kept bounding around the room trying to balance the Barfing Chicken carafe on his nose -- finally he's all like: "Let's blow this popsicle stand, dudes. I've got a 72-inch TV chez moi and a couple of bottles of single malt whiskey."
Before I knew it he had swept up a dozen debate watchers, many of whom he had never apparently met before, and we were bouncing down the street to the Big House, Cassidy talking a mile a minute and laughing hilariously at the good parts. The hike itself took over an hour and I myself was winded by the time we got there and the debate was half over, so I was just ready to sit for a spell, but Cassidy, after sitting on the settee and giving McCain the hard stare for about two minutes was up bouncing around the room setting up the pinball machine for a wide-eyed 8th-grader who had got caught up in the sweep -- banging the machine and yelling "Tilt!" in a full-throated roar. It's not that often I get an invite to the Maison de la Cassa Milla, but whenever I do it's like watching Spinal Tap bust up a hotel room and it takes like a full month to recover, if then.
Random Encounters With the Fabulous Kyle Cassidy
Like Friday night we were all comfortably settled at Abbraccio in the Boom-Boom Room to watch the Big Debate. I could tell Kyle was restless -- he kept bounding around the room trying to balance the Barfing Chicken carafe on his nose -- finally he's all like: "Let's blow this popsicle stand, dudes. I've got a 72-inch TV chez moi and a couple of bottles of single malt whiskey."
Before I knew it he had swept up a dozen debate watchers, many of whom he had never apparently met before, and we were bouncing down the street to the Big House, Cassidy talking a mile a minute and laughing hilariously at the good parts. The hike itself took over an hour and I myself was winded by the time we got there and the debate was half over, so I was just ready to sit for a spell, but Cassidy, after sitting on the settee and giving McCain the hard stare for about two minutes was up bouncing around the room setting up the pinball machine for a wide-eyed 8th-grader who had got caught up in the sweep -- banging the machine and yelling "Tilt!" in a full-throated roar. It's not that often I get an invite to the Maison de la Cassa Milla, but whenever I do it's like watching Spinal Tap bust up a hotel room and it takes like a full month to recover, if then.
Random Encounters With the Fabulous Kyle Cassidy
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