You make me feel something like summertime
Top down ain’t nothing but time
Radio’s on and you’re by my side
Feels something like summertime
Like that first slow dance and that first long kiss
There ain’t nothing baby better then this
It’s like a beach blanket and a bottle of wine
It feels something like summertime
— Bon Jovi
You know the weather so far this summer absolutely totally blows, sucks lemons big style. Nothing but rain and clouds and thunder and lightning and more rain and clouds and humidity and wind and on and on and on. Blech! BUT (and that’s a big but) it honestly doesn’t seem to make a freaking difference. I’m having a great summer so far! And everyone I know seems also to be having a great summer. Why is that? I can’t speak for anyone else, but yesterday John Mayer blogged about this summer. And he nailed it:
My point is that whenever that someday comes, when I slide into the MRI scanner and the thing starts spinning up, spitting lasers and screaming into my ears, I may very well say to myself “I wish I had just one more of those summers.”
I don’t care if it rains every day all summer long, I’m going to have a great one, because I’m young and healthy and I love my life. I love my family, my friends, my work, my home, everything. Life is fabulous!
I had a great weekend. Saturday evening Stacy arrived at my house for a sleepover. We don’t do this very often. We always say we’re going to do stuff, go places, but we seldom seem to bring the plans into action. So we were excited! We went to Jungle Jim’s (hadn’t been in eons) and had chicken quesadillas then booted across the street to the movie theatre and the early showing of Wanted. Loved it! Go see this movie! Angelina kicks some serious ass in this one. And James McAvoy … oh boy! He’s a cutie! I really enjoyed it.
After the movie we went to the liquor store and bought some refreshments then headed back to my place to have a drink and abandon the car. We cabbed to Chatham just in time to catch the Sail Past of Lights, which was pretty disappointing at only three boats. But lots of people out and about on the Green. Water Street was blocked off for a street dance and there were vendors selling food and drinks. Echo was playing and they weren’t bad. When we first arrived I thought the band might have been a John Fogerty/CCR tribute band, but they soon moved on to other types of music even the Scissor Sisters.
We travelled around there for a bit and then went to O’Donaghue’s Pub. By the time we arrived, it was a little later and the place was packed with a line outside waiting to get in. Not having any other plan we decided to wait it out, and 25-30 minutes later we were in. The house band Mooseknuckle were playing. They’re pretty good, entertaining. We had a good time. Lots of laughs.
Stayed til closing and made it home in one piece though in a round about “dropping off everyone and their dog first” way.
I had a hang-over Sunday morning, which I didn’t really understand because I didn’t seem to drink all that much (yet I did seem to be quite drunk). I guess I had one of those night’s where I’m an easy drunk … or else one of the bachelor party guys tried to eff me up by slipping me something … nah, I was just an easy drunk. I could feel it right off the first glass of wine at Jungle Jim’s.
Anyway, I was totally hung-over Sunday morning and Stacy had not put in a very good night either, so we got dressed and ventured out for breakfast. We decided to try Mike’s Bar & Grill because they advertised an all-day Saturday and Sunday big breakfast special. It is a big breakfast. It comes on two plates, one with pancakes, the other with eggs, baked beans, deep fried potatoes, toast, and choice of bacon, ham or sausage (we had bacon). The pancakes were pretty tasty. My beans were ice cold. The bacon was too smoky. The potatoes were overcooked. The place was dark and dreary. The music was an all love songs all the time satellite radio station (think Jim Croce’s Time in a Bottle followed by The Carpenters We’ve Only Just Begun). The waitress appeared to have never worked in food service before, though I’m sure she’s a lovely bartender.
In other words, this is the place where people go to die. Seriously. Feeling suicidal? Not sure whether you can pull the trigger or not? Go to this place, have a drink, and by the time you leave you’ll be so depressed you’ll likely forget about the gun completely and just rush right out into the street in front of the next big transport truck passing by. I’m not kidding. We did not stay long. We did not eat much.
After breakfast we went to SuperValu where everyone and their dog apparently had gathered for some Sunday afternoon shopping therapy. Then Stacy dropped me off and headed home.
The black screen of death greeted me when I booted up my computer. “Oh God! Not again!” I cried. I crossed my fingers as I waited for the computer to go through it’s little corruption check while I hoped the O/S would catch and start, not shut-down. Ten minutes later it started up. Whew! Narrow escape. But yeah, it might last another year or it might not start up the next time I turn it on, so I immediately took some time to get my affairs in order and backed up my work onto disc. My inbox has 0 messages currently. To be fair it only had 14 or so yesterday, but there were some important ones that would have been a bad loss. I have been doing a decent job of dealing as things arrive. Now the thing can die and I won’t lose anything.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening lying on my futon draped in my fuzzy blanket and watching episodes of Mad Men and Swingtown. I really enjoyed the first season of Mad Men and can’t wait for the second. I watched a few episodes of Swingtown and it seems really good too. Check them out, if you haven’t.
Listening To: me, typing