The Eagle Has Landed…
fuckin’ hell, I wish I were the size of an eagle rather than the size of a killer whale!
It’s Wedding Weekend, boys and girls, and I have arrived in Tuscaloosa for the blessed event. Naturally I’m pleased and proud to be here to be a part of the shindig for my friend (and, no, he’s not watching me type this over my shoulder). Less pleased about being strapped into the ol’ tux tomorrow. The good news? I tried it on moments ago and the Big Top fits. Rock!
So, what did I listen to on my 2+ hour drive? If you read the April post linked above, you already know the answer to that:
Guster - Ganging Up on the Sun
To say I was not in a stellar mood when I left my ailing wife — she’s going to be just fine, so no worries — in Huntsville is understatement. I needed something to lift my spirits in order for there to be any chance that I’ll behave myself today. Guster is the only band I could conjure for such a daunting task. I was also limited by the fact that my Corolla is not iPod-friendly and I didn’t want to travel with all 1,000+ CDs. I had to be selective. Guster made the trip and… Mission:Accomplished.
Once again, our song for today is “One Man Wrecking Machine.”
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Does this mean I will be getting a picture in my inbox soon???
S.Rod, I left my camera at home. I almost used photobooth to self-shoot but couldn’t bring myself to do it. IF I get any pictures sent back to me and any of them and I take complete leave of my senses, you might find something in your inbox.
You left your camera at home??? Oh no… sounds like a weak excuse to me…but I believe you.
Sorry to hear that TWTWYAM was unwell. I hope she is feeling better. And I will hold out hope that you get sent a picture that you actually would be proud to send/post. Maybe you will send it as a housewarming gift. That is if we ever get to move into our new place.
Notice I said left and not forgot. It was not an accident. Besides, I knew every asshole in town was going to be shooting pictures. I didn’t want any of that action and I really didn’t want any more pics of me than absolutely necessary. Besides, only the brides’ people were shooting pics. The fellas were busy drinking, smoking, and being oh-so-intellectual.
The odds are long, dear S.Rod, but not impossible. I’ll wait to see what finds my inbox.
She is feeling much better, thank you.