I Am Not Dead
Holy crap, has it really been this long since I've posted? Ah well, I am at least comforted in the fact that PF fell off the radar at about the same time.
Hello, and welcome back, my friends. It has indeed been a long time since I've rock n' rolled. Since we last talked I have gone to Hawaii on vacation, headed home for my little 96 year old grandfather's funeral, and then gone to Miami Beach for a conference where I had to give a talk.
Miami Beach was...weird. In fact, when I think about it I realize it actually made me pretty cranky. I am a fan of dark, cozy, bordering on seedy little bars and punk clubs and Miami Beach had none of that. What I got was Girls Gone Wild meets Mulholland Drive. Perhaps I am exaggerating. Perhaps. But I swear to God, if I'd come across a midget odds are good he would have flashed his tits at me just as soon as talked in Swedish backwards. South Beach is just that kind of place.
I was drinking in a hotel bar one night with some colleagues when I turned around only to see Norm sitting at the bar. On our way to get dinner, a man handed my friend and I wristbands to get into a local night club. Now, I would rather gnaw my own arm off than go to a place full of half-nekkid girls in Jimmy Choos dancing with their cosmos, so we ended up tossing the wristbands. And there was my fatal, fatal mistake. If I had gone to the club I could've seen Britney Spears in concert.
For reals.
Unfortunately, it wasn't actually the night that she was caught lip synching while her CD skipped (that was the night before), but how badass would it have been to see Britney Spears? Bad. Ass.
Other than that, things are the same ol' same ol'. Spring has mostly sprung here, and I spend a lot of time wandering around my yard as if it were the back 40 and I'm checking the crops. In reality, I just have some herbs, onions, garlic, and strawberries planted, but as that is more than I've ever done in the past I am extremely proud.
The basement is basically (but not completely, ahem) wired which means two things: we can spend a bunch of money putting walls put in, and Dokken gets to go back to the garage for more welding. I am hopeful this will all be complete in time for summer so we can sleep in the basement where it's cool instead of lying in our own sweat at night.
And now look--just like that you are now up to date on my comings and goings. It's been a lot of both lately, and I am very excited to sit around my little house for awhile and do none of either.
I promise the posts will get a lot more interesting from here on out as well.
See you in August.
Just kidding.
Maybe.
Hello, and welcome back, my friends. It has indeed been a long time since I've rock n' rolled. Since we last talked I have gone to Hawaii on vacation, headed home for my little 96 year old grandfather's funeral, and then gone to Miami Beach for a conference where I had to give a talk.
Miami Beach was...weird. In fact, when I think about it I realize it actually made me pretty cranky. I am a fan of dark, cozy, bordering on seedy little bars and punk clubs and Miami Beach had none of that. What I got was Girls Gone Wild meets Mulholland Drive. Perhaps I am exaggerating. Perhaps. But I swear to God, if I'd come across a midget odds are good he would have flashed his tits at me just as soon as talked in Swedish backwards. South Beach is just that kind of place.
I was drinking in a hotel bar one night with some colleagues when I turned around only to see Norm sitting at the bar. On our way to get dinner, a man handed my friend and I wristbands to get into a local night club. Now, I would rather gnaw my own arm off than go to a place full of half-nekkid girls in Jimmy Choos dancing with their cosmos, so we ended up tossing the wristbands. And there was my fatal, fatal mistake. If I had gone to the club I could've seen Britney Spears in concert.
For reals.
Unfortunately, it wasn't actually the night that she was caught lip synching while her CD skipped (that was the night before), but how badass would it have been to see Britney Spears? Bad. Ass.
Other than that, things are the same ol' same ol'. Spring has mostly sprung here, and I spend a lot of time wandering around my yard as if it were the back 40 and I'm checking the crops. In reality, I just have some herbs, onions, garlic, and strawberries planted, but as that is more than I've ever done in the past I am extremely proud.
The basement is basically (but not completely, ahem) wired which means two things: we can spend a bunch of money putting walls put in, and Dokken gets to go back to the garage for more welding. I am hopeful this will all be complete in time for summer so we can sleep in the basement where it's cool instead of lying in our own sweat at night.
And now look--just like that you are now up to date on my comings and goings. It's been a lot of both lately, and I am very excited to sit around my little house for awhile and do none of either.
I promise the posts will get a lot more interesting from here on out as well.
See you in August.
Just kidding.
Maybe.
Labels: Dokken, domestic hoo hahs, travel
posted by Betagal at 7:51 PM
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