So last weekend was my first time in Florida ever. I was in Miami Beach for my brother's bachelor party. My hotel had it's own frickin jungle. It was beyond tight.
Highlight: my brother getting fed drinks til he wore this:
If only you could really make out the belt that was built into with a little "S" buckle.
While doing his own personal tour around the pool after putting it on, he walked up to this man,
or anthony michael hall, star of the current tv series Dead Zone and several 80's classics, put his hand on his shoulder, and amid Mr. Hall's loud guffaws, said "Sir, I loved you in Weird Science." See me and my brother used to live in this house with no tv stations but a single VCR player and only Weird Science, Brewster's Millions, and Harold and Maude to watch. Mr. Hall complimented my brother on his choice of swimwear. And that is the only story I will share.
I miss the beach. A lot.
Then I came back to Boston. To reality. Only took me a few days to get hives. My first time with hives. Hazah! It's a week of firsts. I feel somewhat empty. I can only hope May will will bring enough mirth to fill me back up.
I want to be rich. I am getting addicted quickly to money. My transition to middle class is confusing. I now have basic cable, a microwave, an mp3 player, a laptop, and am dating a brilliant painter. This would have been considered beyond excess to me in the not-so-distant past. But now I want more, to go back to Miami, and to go to that Cyndy Lauper/Tegan and Sara/Regina Spektor/Joan Jett/etc. concert. I want to by my lady everything she wants. I want I want to not worry about money. But if I had more money I'd probably just have to worry about more taxes or more tax forms or some shit.
So listen. As you can tell I haven't been blogging very much. I really don't know why that is. My creative juices of all kinds have been pretty much tapped for a few months. I don't get it. Hopefully the music/arts clinic that I've been doing every summer will refill it. Unfortunately I'm starting to come to the terms with the idea that I turned the corner on that stuff years ago and it's silly for me to keep trying to dabble. Seven years ago, sure, if I'd committed to it, I probably coulda done it. It's time I started getting used to the idea of being a muggle.
Tomorrow I'm going to check out the Marathon here in Boston. My new work chum says it's the reason he stayed in Boston after he moved her for a girl and she dumped him. I don't know why I stayed. Sure glad I did though. Still though, Boston's got her work cut out for her if she's wants to keep me around. Let's see what you got, bitch.
I will update soon hopefully with a picture of me and pooky.
Highlight: my brother getting fed drinks til he wore this:
If only you could really make out the belt that was built into with a little "S" buckle.
While doing his own personal tour around the pool after putting it on, he walked up to this man,
or anthony michael hall, star of the current tv series Dead Zone and several 80's classics, put his hand on his shoulder, and amid Mr. Hall's loud guffaws, said "Sir, I loved you in Weird Science." See me and my brother used to live in this house with no tv stations but a single VCR player and only Weird Science, Brewster's Millions, and Harold and Maude to watch. Mr. Hall complimented my brother on his choice of swimwear. And that is the only story I will share.
I miss the beach. A lot.
Then I came back to Boston. To reality. Only took me a few days to get hives. My first time with hives. Hazah! It's a week of firsts. I feel somewhat empty. I can only hope May will will bring enough mirth to fill me back up.
I want to be rich. I am getting addicted quickly to money. My transition to middle class is confusing. I now have basic cable, a microwave, an mp3 player, a laptop, and am dating a brilliant painter. This would have been considered beyond excess to me in the not-so-distant past. But now I want more, to go back to Miami, and to go to that Cyndy Lauper/Tegan and Sara/Regina Spektor/Joan Jett/etc. concert. I want to by my lady everything she wants. I want I want to not worry about money. But if I had more money I'd probably just have to worry about more taxes or more tax forms or some shit.
So listen. As you can tell I haven't been blogging very much. I really don't know why that is. My creative juices of all kinds have been pretty much tapped for a few months. I don't get it. Hopefully the music/arts clinic that I've been doing every summer will refill it. Unfortunately I'm starting to come to the terms with the idea that I turned the corner on that stuff years ago and it's silly for me to keep trying to dabble. Seven years ago, sure, if I'd committed to it, I probably coulda done it. It's time I started getting used to the idea of being a muggle.
Tomorrow I'm going to check out the Marathon here in Boston. My new work chum says it's the reason he stayed in Boston after he moved her for a girl and she dumped him. I don't know why I stayed. Sure glad I did though. Still though, Boston's got her work cut out for her if she's wants to keep me around. Let's see what you got, bitch.
I will update soon hopefully with a picture of me and pooky.
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morgan:
Will do, tonight. Tomorrow if tonight ends up sucking for some reason.
girlysound:
are you back?