Fourth of July (or, Don't Read My Boring Post and Skip to the End with the Baby Picture)
Maxwell is back, y'all! It took eight years, but from first track I am down with this new album, the first in a trilogy. I'm still waiting for the day he and Sade make an album ...
I've been listening to a lot of music lately, and I have to admit that it's the iPod. Like Maxwell, it took me eight years to get on the stick about this thing, but now that I'm here, I'm enjoying the iPod life, all in all. Funny thing is that the day I bought it was when Michael Jackson died, so I imported my MJ music into iTunes and drove to Philly.
Oh, and Happy Fourth, everyone. I ended up back in Philly again for the second straight week.
Went to the Tritone/Bob & Barbara's Independence Day BBQ on Friday to see KeN, Beretta76 and Jukebox Zeros play. Figured this would be the last time we'd really get to see everyone together before Rosemary and I officially stop being Philadelphians. Ate a lot of bad food that day (the BBQ was hockey-puck burgers and hot dogs ... the only really good food was the jalapeno cornbread), drank a lot of specials (PBR and a shot of Jim Beam), chatted up my friends and rocked the fuck out. I'd never spent that much time in B&B's. Then afterward we rolled down South Street to Sex Dwarf and hung out there for a little bit before the day took its toll and we had to sleep. It was nice to see Marilyn and Rob, and I got some real dancing and mingling on the floor.
Saturday was busy in a low-key kind of way. Rosemary and I took my parents to Neshaminy Mall, which they had yet to visit. We all had a day at the movies: they saw "Transformers" and we saw "The Hangover." And my parents recognized Rosemary's dad and his giant honkin' closeup! "Hangover" was pretty good, and I'm glad Zack Galifinakis is getting more play these days. Rosemary was cracking up the whole time, so good for her. It also made me realize I wouldn't want my wedding to look anything like Doug's, though the wedding singer was funny in a white-guys-riffing-on-hip-hop-for-an-easy-laugh kind of way.
Rosemary's a big fan of Las Vegas, so we'll get there one of these days. Perhaps another big trip out West that starts in Vegas, then a drive to LA for abinka, my ESPN friends and Disneyland?
Also got some good finds in the mall: My parents got some new phones from Sears, I got a new polo shirt, and Rosemary cleaned up at Lane Bryant with a whole passel of clothes (and savings).
We had dinner with Rosemary's parents, and played with the dog, before spending the night in and watching "Secret Diary of a Call Girl" as my stomach rebelled against me and my parade of bad meat and booze. People like that Billie Piper, and I can see why. The show itself is pretty good, too, and it indulges Rosemary's fantasy of being a high-price call girl, so how can I not like it?
Sunday I was back to CT for work that night after watching Roger Federer take a 2-1 set lead over Andy Roddick and knowing Fed would take the match. It still took them about two hours, but he did it.
And now I'm back to the grind of packing and preparing to move - 18 days and counting. Yesterday I bought a few more boxes, cleaned out the car, threw a bunch of other things out, changed the cable and electric service. Today I take a bunch of CDs and DVDs to the recycler in Cromwell, and a co-worker's having a birthday lunch in West Hartford, and I may go see Tish in Easthampton, MA for a late-lunch hangout. Oh, and I have to get to bed by 10 because I'm working at 6 a.m. tomorrow. Woo hoo!
Go me!
And now, your moment of zen:
I've been listening to a lot of music lately, and I have to admit that it's the iPod. Like Maxwell, it took me eight years to get on the stick about this thing, but now that I'm here, I'm enjoying the iPod life, all in all. Funny thing is that the day I bought it was when Michael Jackson died, so I imported my MJ music into iTunes and drove to Philly.
Oh, and Happy Fourth, everyone. I ended up back in Philly again for the second straight week.
Went to the Tritone/Bob & Barbara's Independence Day BBQ on Friday to see KeN, Beretta76 and Jukebox Zeros play. Figured this would be the last time we'd really get to see everyone together before Rosemary and I officially stop being Philadelphians. Ate a lot of bad food that day (the BBQ was hockey-puck burgers and hot dogs ... the only really good food was the jalapeno cornbread), drank a lot of specials (PBR and a shot of Jim Beam), chatted up my friends and rocked the fuck out. I'd never spent that much time in B&B's. Then afterward we rolled down South Street to Sex Dwarf and hung out there for a little bit before the day took its toll and we had to sleep. It was nice to see Marilyn and Rob, and I got some real dancing and mingling on the floor.
Saturday was busy in a low-key kind of way. Rosemary and I took my parents to Neshaminy Mall, which they had yet to visit. We all had a day at the movies: they saw "Transformers" and we saw "The Hangover." And my parents recognized Rosemary's dad and his giant honkin' closeup! "Hangover" was pretty good, and I'm glad Zack Galifinakis is getting more play these days. Rosemary was cracking up the whole time, so good for her. It also made me realize I wouldn't want my wedding to look anything like Doug's, though the wedding singer was funny in a white-guys-riffing-on-hip-hop-for-an-easy-laugh kind of way.
Rosemary's a big fan of Las Vegas, so we'll get there one of these days. Perhaps another big trip out West that starts in Vegas, then a drive to LA for abinka, my ESPN friends and Disneyland?
Also got some good finds in the mall: My parents got some new phones from Sears, I got a new polo shirt, and Rosemary cleaned up at Lane Bryant with a whole passel of clothes (and savings).
We had dinner with Rosemary's parents, and played with the dog, before spending the night in and watching "Secret Diary of a Call Girl" as my stomach rebelled against me and my parade of bad meat and booze. People like that Billie Piper, and I can see why. The show itself is pretty good, too, and it indulges Rosemary's fantasy of being a high-price call girl, so how can I not like it?
Sunday I was back to CT for work that night after watching Roger Federer take a 2-1 set lead over Andy Roddick and knowing Fed would take the match. It still took them about two hours, but he did it.
And now I'm back to the grind of packing and preparing to move - 18 days and counting. Yesterday I bought a few more boxes, cleaned out the car, threw a bunch of other things out, changed the cable and electric service. Today I take a bunch of CDs and DVDs to the recycler in Cromwell, and a co-worker's having a birthday lunch in West Hartford, and I may go see Tish in Easthampton, MA for a late-lunch hangout. Oh, and I have to get to bed by 10 because I'm working at 6 a.m. tomorrow. Woo hoo!
Go me!
And now, your moment of zen: