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Yessiree, it's Friday. Before the fun can begin I'll need to spend another day shackled to this desk. Could be worse, this is a good day to be home. It's shitty out and I'm hung over thanks to bike night. If I did work in an office, this is one of those days I'd keep a low profile. Well hell, I gotta get out from time to time or I'll go freakin nuts. No bike ride last night since it was raining for like the 5th straight day. Had to take the family truckster. But that beats riding a bike in the rain, that hurts like hell. And it's just plain miserable, you can't see a shittin thing once your glasses fog up.
It was fun none the less. Saw a few friends, some exceptional eye candy (by Charlotte standards) and had a few (maybe a few dozen) 7&7s. The music sucked but that's no surprise. At any Harley-type get together, the music will suck. Last night they had a guy playing guitar and a woman singing. I think she fancied herself to be one of those modern country singers. Country music in general sucks to high heaven, there hasn't been a country musician worth a shit since Hank Williams. What they call 'new country' is just plain crap through and through. I mean, most of these 'musicians' don't even write their own material. WTF is up with that? The one bright spot was their 'new country' version of Blister In The Sun. OK, not exactly a bright spot, but one song that didn't cause an instant headache. As we all know, that particular song has been PLAYED TO DEATH. When I first heard it way back in 80-whatever it was pretty cool. Now it's quite tired, give it a rest. I would have preferred Violent Femmes' version of Children Of The Revolution, but that's neither here nor there.
It was however, a change of pace from the usual Lynyrd Skynyrd / 38 Special / Allman Brothers fare that permeates these events. If I was a generous, giving man, I'd get these people a calendar and suggest they pay special attention to the part that tells you what year it is currently. Hey, I used to like that stuff but that was a long, long time ago. Shit, I even saw Lynyrd Skynyrd at the Beacon Theater in NY many moons ago. I saw some dumbshit get struck by lightening after he climbed a telephone pole at an Allman Brothers concert in Atlantic City in 70-something. But that was then and this is now. There's been a lot of Ramones, Public Image, Dead Kennedys, Social Distortion, Cure and many others hardening my eardrums since then. Can you imagine listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd non-stop since they were new? FREE BIRD!!!! FREE BIRD!!! Talk about being stuck in a time warp. Anyway, enough of that.
The Mrs was looking exceptionally hot last night, but she pretty much always does. I really stepped in shit when I met her. When we met she was a church-going, bible-reading, tee-totaling, naive, squeaky clean young lady. Shit, she even ran a church youth program! Now I am quite proud to say I've dragged her down to my level. She hasn't been to church in ages, can keep up with me in the drinking department, is skeptical of all the BS that we're bombarded with, and can curse like a drunken sailor. And the sex... OH.MY.GOD.
Unlike her 2 predecessors, who had absolutely no interest in sex once they said "I do", she shows no sign of slowing down, or any loss of imagination.
How'd we meet, you wonder. I put a personal ad on Match.com. Hey when you work from home your options are pretty limited. Unless the cable guy turns out to be a hot babe, you're pretty much stuck with bar flies and gutter sluts. But that whole personal ad thing was a trip. It's amazing what people think of themselves. Women that describe themselves as having an average build can be the size of a barn. And women around here tend to have a trailer full of kids by the time they're 23, so the pickings are slim. Man did I ever step in shit.
That's all for now. Drink up men, it could be your last.
It was fun none the less. Saw a few friends, some exceptional eye candy (by Charlotte standards) and had a few (maybe a few dozen) 7&7s. The music sucked but that's no surprise. At any Harley-type get together, the music will suck. Last night they had a guy playing guitar and a woman singing. I think she fancied herself to be one of those modern country singers. Country music in general sucks to high heaven, there hasn't been a country musician worth a shit since Hank Williams. What they call 'new country' is just plain crap through and through. I mean, most of these 'musicians' don't even write their own material. WTF is up with that? The one bright spot was their 'new country' version of Blister In The Sun. OK, not exactly a bright spot, but one song that didn't cause an instant headache. As we all know, that particular song has been PLAYED TO DEATH. When I first heard it way back in 80-whatever it was pretty cool. Now it's quite tired, give it a rest. I would have preferred Violent Femmes' version of Children Of The Revolution, but that's neither here nor there.
It was however, a change of pace from the usual Lynyrd Skynyrd / 38 Special / Allman Brothers fare that permeates these events. If I was a generous, giving man, I'd get these people a calendar and suggest they pay special attention to the part that tells you what year it is currently. Hey, I used to like that stuff but that was a long, long time ago. Shit, I even saw Lynyrd Skynyrd at the Beacon Theater in NY many moons ago. I saw some dumbshit get struck by lightening after he climbed a telephone pole at an Allman Brothers concert in Atlantic City in 70-something. But that was then and this is now. There's been a lot of Ramones, Public Image, Dead Kennedys, Social Distortion, Cure and many others hardening my eardrums since then. Can you imagine listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd non-stop since they were new? FREE BIRD!!!! FREE BIRD!!! Talk about being stuck in a time warp. Anyway, enough of that.
The Mrs was looking exceptionally hot last night, but she pretty much always does. I really stepped in shit when I met her. When we met she was a church-going, bible-reading, tee-totaling, naive, squeaky clean young lady. Shit, she even ran a church youth program! Now I am quite proud to say I've dragged her down to my level. She hasn't been to church in ages, can keep up with me in the drinking department, is skeptical of all the BS that we're bombarded with, and can curse like a drunken sailor. And the sex... OH.MY.GOD.
Unlike her 2 predecessors, who had absolutely no interest in sex once they said "I do", she shows no sign of slowing down, or any loss of imagination.
How'd we meet, you wonder. I put a personal ad on Match.com. Hey when you work from home your options are pretty limited. Unless the cable guy turns out to be a hot babe, you're pretty much stuck with bar flies and gutter sluts. But that whole personal ad thing was a trip. It's amazing what people think of themselves. Women that describe themselves as having an average build can be the size of a barn. And women around here tend to have a trailer full of kids by the time they're 23, so the pickings are slim. Man did I ever step in shit.
That's all for now. Drink up men, it could be your last.
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