Music Can’t Really Die, Can It?

1 DAY ‘TIL TOOL !!!

I can friggin’ wait.  Can you tell?

Last night I tried to figure out what the hell I’m going to wear to the concert.  I mean, I don’t want to look like soccer mom in khakis and a preppy polo shirt, but I don’t want to go all out (actually, I wish I could) and look embarrassingly age inappropriate.  Although the idea of wearing my devil horns is very appealing…

Black pants, of course.  Black beaded thongs – that’s flip flops, not undies!  For the top, I’ll probably go with the three-quarter sleeve black jersey with the black and brown beading along the V-neck and under the bust.  Show off the girls a little.  Some bold earrings of a non-shiny metal and heavy on the eye makeup.  But not gothic.  GothLite, maybe.  Oh, and that new five-row black beaded cuff bracelet that I wish had a matching choker.  I own my age, but I don’t want to look like I’m there in the role as Transportation for my 14-year-old offspring.  Oh, the hardships of being eternally young!

Alas, the what to wear issue may be a non-issue in the end.  Rain is in the forecast, but it may be over with by the time Tool takes the stage.  Add to the ensemble: one hooded windbreaker.  I’ll go with the black one, even though it has the Devil’s logo on it.  The pretty turquoise one is, well, too pretty.  And not black.

So, hair will suck.  I was going to do a ripply thing, but the humidity will straighten it out before I get to the gate.  I guess it’s going to have to be a twisted up ponytail.

But, really, it’s all about the music.  And the eye makeup.

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RIP, Randy.  Thank you for bringing the noise.  You (and Brian and Carl(y)) hosted the best times behind the Big Bubble.  The best.

Stuck in my head:  Tool medley

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Belated

That special day where I shamelessly solicit birthday greetings and well wishes from buddies and lurkers alike has come and passed.  Friday was the big day, and said greetings and well wishes are still being accepted.  Shameless, I tell you.

Here’s another photo of yours truly, looking MUCH cuter than in my new license photo:

The model child, just a few months shy of her 3rd birthday; Baby Tim in his matching outfit cropped out.

As much as I disliked my previous driver’s license photo (a/k/a DMV Mug Shot), I would gladly, GUH-LAD-LY, take it back over the one I am now stuck with for the next five years.  Maybe I’ll “lose” it, so I can get a redo.  Of course, you know how a plan like that could turn out.

In the meantime, I’m stuck with the ogre photo.  When I showed it to Sandy, she said, “Did you make that face on purpose?”  No word of a lie.  On the plus side, if I’m ever pulled over for DUI (not something I would do, honestly), the officer would probably let me go after seeing my license and assuming I just look fucked up fugly all the time.  Nick Nolte should have thought of that tactic.  Who, by the way, I would rather have his mug shot than my ogre license photo.  Seriously, it’s that bad.  I could have it enlarged and made into a mask for Halloween and scare the living daylights out of EVERYONE.

But enough about that.  On to the birthday weekend.

Friday:  Day off.  No one should have to work on their birthday.  It’s your own personal holiday.  Not that Corporate America shares my opinion.  Unfortunately, my morning started off with having a headlight bulb replaced.  After that, the activities were more enjoyable, such as foraging for new scrapbooking supplies and bowling in the evening.

Saturday:  Poker and cake with Lauren, Jeannie, and Leah.  What better way to celebrate one’s birthday than to have her friends take all her nickels?  Eleven dollars and forty cents, to be exact.

Sunday:  Family lunch at Tim’s.  First, though, we went to a flea market.  This was all Tim’s idea.  There’s some flea market the next town over from him that he occasionally goes to and thought I might want to go.  Yup.  Some people’s families take them out to fancy restaurants for their birthdays.  Mine takes me to the flea market.  I ribbed Tim and told him I thought he was going to give me a shopping bag at the entrance and tell me whatever I can fit in it, that’s my birthday present.  Because of the predicted rain, however, there were only about one-third the vendors at the flea market (according to Tim), but I managed to score a sterling cat pin ($2) that just needed polishing and a $12.95 Pepe LePew Hallmark Christmas ornament (in box!) for $3.  Nothing says “Seasons Greetings” like some horny French skunk trying to molest an unfortunate kitty under the mistletoe.

This week:  Kelly (September 19th!) and I are going out after work tomorrow (or possibly Saturday) for our ritual Champagne and Cake twin birthdays celebration.

Friday’s scores:  90-105-124; Games won:  2
Pool winnings:  $7.00!

3 DAYS ‘TIL TOOL !!!

Stuck in my head:  “Stuck in the Middle with You” – Stealers Wheel

“Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right…”

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Friday Night Bowling

Posting a week late, but here goes…

To Hell with Monday Night Football or Sunday Night Football!  Fuck Fox Football!  It’s the return of…

Friday Night Bowling!

Who will this year’s teammates be?

There was only one person who, if I were teamed with this season, would send me to the league administrator with the not so idle threat of “move me or I quit.”  (No, not Lala.)  Skank Thing.  Well, yippee yahoo, upon entering the alley, I saw Lisa, who told me were teammates.  Who else is on our team?  Doug, Jim, and Pat.  Cool!  No Skank Thing.  I like.

It seems that Lala is once again a no-show this season.  Fine by me.  I honestly didn’t miss him last year.  Turkey.

I had to inform Captain Pat that I wouldn’t be there the following week (scrapbooking club commitment), or possibly the week after that (birthday!), and definitely not the 29th (Tool!!!).  Well, what a great team we are:  Lisa won’t be there on the 29th, Doug won’t be there the next two weeks (business travel and a weekend getaway for wife Dana’s birthday), and Pat might have to quit altogether because he may need shoulder surgery.  Go team!

It will be a huge blow to our team if we lose Pat.  He has the highest average in the league (140+), which is why we have lowest average Doug on the team (but he’s lots of fun).  Jim isn’t much better, and Lisa and I are so-so.  Team lineups are lowest to highest, so that makes me the THIRD BOWLER!  Woo-hoo!  After just two seasons as second bowler.  Lisa laughed at my observation and noted with even more amazement that she was fourth, having previously been second.  Our team average without Pat would drop by about 10 pins.  So, yeah, if we lose Pat, we’re screwed.  Sure, the handicaps would be sweet in our favor, but others would complain because the league is supposed to be set up to keep handicaps at a minimum.

It looks like there were a few guys who said they would join but didn’t show up, and some people who hadn’t signed up but wanted to join.  So, teams may be switched around.  I have a feeling Melinda (Mellons) may be our new captain if Pat goes out.  Heh.  I was wondering, on my way to the alley, what Melinda’s latest hooker-esque body adornment/embellishment would be.  A clit ring perhaps?  She’d be splayed out on the score table showing it to everyone.  Hmmm, nothing new, as far as I could tell.  Maybe she’s on a break following last year’s triple whammy:  boobs, nose stud, ass antlers tattoo, all of which she showed off with the same pride as a new grandmother showing baby pictures.

Currently, Melinda is teamed with Skank Thing, but Skank Thing’s friend has changed his mind and decided to rejoin the league.  Skank Thing always requests that they be teammates – it’s not supposed to work that way – but whatever Skank Thing wants….  But then, Lisa attended the captains’ meeting over the summer with her husband, Captain Bill, and requested to be teamed with me.  Awwww.  (See? It’s sweet if it’s about me, and just plain wrong if it’s about Skank Thing.  Because I make those rules.)  Anyway, it would be too lopsided to have Melinda and Skank Thing’s friend on the same team because both have high averages.

Oh, and Skank Thing’s friend?  Little Man.  With a Little Man Complex.  Seriously.  This guy is shorter than I am (and I’m only 5’2”), and he has such a complex about it that he wears his urban cowboy boots YEAR ROUND.  Who the fuck wears boots in the middle of summer?!  Little Man, that’s who.  Just trying to get an inch.  And, like his LMC peers, he has a BIG MOUTH that he can’t keep shut for a single minute.  Ugh.

Check it out:  I nailed the dreaded 7-10 split.  Okay, so it took both my remaining balls to do it, but still….  I wasn’t so lucky on my second 7-10 of the evening.  Yeah, two in one night – suckage!

9/8’s scores:  106-108-87; Games won:  1 (by 1 pin)

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Busy Bee

A couple of busy weeks at work (multiple transaction closings for Patrick – FORESTS of paper) followed by a busy Labor Day weekend:

Friday night:  Vanessa’s dad’s wake.  Sorry if I come off sounding cold and dismissive about this, but to clarify, Vanessa and her father have been somewhat estranged for the past ten years or so.  Vanessa has no siblings and her mother has passed, so she has to do all this, and I will be there in the name of friendship.

Saturday morning:  Funeral.  (I’ll explain further about Vanessa and her father if I have time later.)  This should be a long day.  First, the service is at a Baptist church (Home of the Seemingly Unending Service), where her father was a deacon (extra big deal, extra mourners).  Second, the cemetery is a good 45-minute drive from the church, where there will be burial with military honors.

Saturday evening:  Dinner with the amazing Jenny!  Jenny is here visiting her family in Massachusetts.  This is the only mutually convenient time we have to get together.  I’m hoping the funeral is over before nightfall, because Jenny’s carriage turns back into a pumpkin at 11:00.  Understandably, she wants a good night’s rest before driving back to Delaware on Sunday.  The plan is to enjoy an early bird dinner somewhere with all the old folks.

Sunday:  Emma’s birthday party!  Cool aunt that I am, I get to attend both the family party (afternoon) and the girlfriends party (evening).  The friends party is a sleepover/makeover party.  I won’t be sleeping over, but I will be on nail art duty.  Flowers, anyone?  Ladybugs?  I wonder if I should show up wearing my pj’s…

Monday:  Finally, some down time, some “me” time.  The plan is for MINIMAL housework, leaving much of the day for some relaxing reading (at the beach, weather permitting!).  Un-Labor Day!

Happy Long Weekend!

Stuck in my head:  “The Pot” – Tool

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