So June is almost over. And so is the first half of 2004. And here I sit, amazed. Listening to
Wire. And eating chocolate soy milk ice cream. How are you? :)
I haven't blogged much about the old personal life lately, mostly because there hasn't been one to speak (blog?) of. I am deep into four different books and I am spending every wonderfully, unusually temperate day out on the deck, reading said books. I did, however, go out again last Thursday night, something that looks to become a summertime habit. I've got it down to a science too. I drink my ass off at the Bird all during happy hour, then head over to Mountain Town to drink Jager Bombs, and then finally back to the Bird. By 2AM, I'm the guy driving strangers home because I've long sobered up. Anyway, we had a blast. I met these two super cool girls through one of Mount Pleasant's several other
Sloan fans. It was one of those meetings where everyone is giddily asking each other "what is your favorite [blank]? You know. Like favorite Guided By Voices song, favorite Sloan songwriter, or favorite
Chris Crutcher book. Cos like Rob says in High Fidelity, it's not what you're like, it's what you like. And we all liked Sloan. So that was fun. They said they will come to the 91.5 staff meeting this Tuesday to see about maybe grabbgin an airshift, so hopefully I'll get to see them again.
Another neat thing about last Thursday night was getting a deeper peek into the outside life of Rachel from Mountain Town. We are so fond of her, Allan and I. She's probably the true reason we like going there. It's not like they have anything left on the menu that I like. And, forgive me, but I've never really liked their beer. No, I think we just made the place a habit because we like her.
And finally, getting into my car at 2AM, I met a dude badly in need of a ride. He was about to get into his old Suburban and he was pretty gone. So I offered him a lift home. Which felt good, going all the way across town for a stranger. But if he ever remembers me, maybe he'll buy me a drink. Or return the favor and drive my butt home some time. it's actually a kindness I could've used the Thursday prior.
In other, non-Thursday night news, Summer Fest was happening here this weekend. And the RNC (Republican National Committee) mobile home was there. Ha! They're gonna need a lot more than that to win Michigan! It'll take something more along the line of massive election fraud. You know, something like what they did in Florida in '00. :) Of course, the worrisome thing is that with electronic voting machines, that won't be nearly as difficult to achieve as it used to be. I love that California disallowed those machines. We should do the same. I'd gladly take another Florida debacle over never again being able to re-count any votes. I mean, that's nuts.
...Um, how did I get started? Oh yeah. Anyway, I wasn't planning to go down to Summer Fest this year, but hearing that they were there, well, I strongly considered popping by, you know, if they hadn't already been run out of town on a rail, wearing my anti-Bush shirt, and maybe sticking a banana in their tailpipe, ala Beverly Hills Cop. The thought of vandalizing that thing was simply too intoxicating. But, alas, I was too busy to terrorize the GOP. Besides, they have their hands full with the majority of moviegoers this weekend going to see Fahrenheit 9/11. In the words of Nelson Muntz, HA ha!
Finally, one of my favorite Sloan lyrics goes:
The only good thing about the weekend, baby,
is that Monday's two days away.
I kinda feel that way myself. There's something about sitting out on the deck all day during a weekday that just seems more...decadent, like I'm not contributing to the GNP at all and I don't even care. :)
Have a great week...unless I hate you. ;)