Ahh, it's pay day. Albeit a bittersweet one.
It's Bill Pay Day. Which is basically the pay day where I get to have money in my bank account for exactly three minutes. Man, do I love being a functional member of society. Whoopee. Although, it is a good feeling to actually be current on everything for once in my life, with no terrible outstanding debts, bad checks, delinquent accounts, and the like. Go me. It's sure an accomplishment to, you know, do stuff that normal, responsible people do. Anyway...
I was reading texasgigs.com (Yes, yes, Cindy Chaffin still drives me up a blinkin' wall... she's nice and all, but kinda annoying. Just a little. Yyyyeah.) and hit one of the many newsbits about the scrapping of Dallas City Limits. But this one hearkened to the future opening of another new venue... The Glass Cactus at the Gaylord Texan. Buahahaha!
I suppose the purpose of this is to introduce suburban snootyvillian wives to Texas music. Since, yes, the promo literature states that the venue will showcase both top-named national entertainment and local/regional talent. In Grapevine. At the Gaylord Texan. Oh man. In all seriousness though: One one hand, it could be really cool to have a fairly big venue like that with ample parking space and in a safe area, with no danger of it being converted to a Home Depot anytime in the near future. (There's already a Home Depot about two miles up 2499 from the Gaylord, anyway. So take that, Bronco Bowl ghosts.) On the other hand, it could be really expensive (read: charge for parking, raped on drink prices, ridiculous high ticket prices) and really cheesy. Let's hope it leans toward the former, shall we? Either way, if we need an afterparty location, my parents live five minutes away from there, and we can all go to their house and steal food and swim in the pool. Right on. Too bad my parents aren't too keen on me being... well, they aren't too keen on me, full stop. Oh, well.
You know, I have a problem with run-on sentences and parenthetical statements. (See above, where I actually manage to correct the run-on sentences that I had put in parenthetical statements, like this one here, right now, that you are reading, which is still a parenthetical statement, albeit a long, run-on-y one.)
The end.
I was reading texasgigs.com (Yes, yes, Cindy Chaffin still drives me up a blinkin' wall... she's nice and all, but kinda annoying. Just a little. Yyyyeah.) and hit one of the many newsbits about the scrapping of Dallas City Limits. But this one hearkened to the future opening of another new venue... The Glass Cactus at the Gaylord Texan. Buahahaha!
I suppose the purpose of this is to introduce suburban snootyvillian wives to Texas music. Since, yes, the promo literature states that the venue will showcase both top-named national entertainment and local/regional talent. In Grapevine. At the Gaylord Texan. Oh man. In all seriousness though: One one hand, it could be really cool to have a fairly big venue like that with ample parking space and in a safe area, with no danger of it being converted to a Home Depot anytime in the near future. (There's already a Home Depot about two miles up 2499 from the Gaylord, anyway. So take that, Bronco Bowl ghosts.) On the other hand, it could be really expensive (read: charge for parking, raped on drink prices, ridiculous high ticket prices) and really cheesy. Let's hope it leans toward the former, shall we? Either way, if we need an afterparty location, my parents live five minutes away from there, and we can all go to their house and steal food and swim in the pool. Right on. Too bad my parents aren't too keen on me being... well, they aren't too keen on me, full stop. Oh, well.
You know, I have a problem with run-on sentences and parenthetical statements. (See above, where I actually manage to correct the run-on sentences that I had put in parenthetical statements, like this one here, right now, that you are reading, which is still a parenthetical statement, albeit a long, run-on-y one.)
The end.