I'm pretty sure that there must be some kind of bloggy hell I'm going to for my lack of posts. So very busy: two jobs, the band, a relationship, a new cat and The Tour* are eating up all available time.
The LUC is going away for a month starting next week. Hello pseudo bachelorhood! Yup, it's going to be ice-cream for breakfast, lunch and dinner except when it's ice-cream for breakfast and lunch and beer for dinner. And hey, does anyone know how to get a hold of some cheerleaders who'll bring their own keg and perhaps some lawn darts?
Every other time she's gone away I've told myself I'll get a lot of practicing and or composition done, but who am I kidding? I'll probably just work more and spend the rest of my time sitting around in the self created rubble of dirty dishes and unpickedup undergarments. Joy.
*Yesterday's stage was 5 frickin hours. Even I'm not enough of a fan to get through that in one sitting.
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4 comments:
I'm in temporary bachelorhood too -- wife is off in Colorado to do some schoolwork.
I too had grand plans, but instead I've been wasting my time watching videos, even spending a couple of hours flipping through YouTube and Google Video. How braindead is that?
I once lived in a duplex that I shared with a pair of amazingly hot cheerleaders for a rugby team. They had some very wild keggers, but they also invited the entire rugby team over. After the party was over, the rhythmic *thump*thump*thump*thump* from the other side of the wall was somewhat amusing.
Ah, not braindead, just typical I'm afraid.
Yesterday was her first day away and I spent the evening eating pepperoni (we're obstensivly vegitarian)* drinking beer and watching Serenity on DVD, twice. I must say I'm a little proud of the mess managed to create in one short evening.**
No cheerleaders yet, but I do have a line on a woman's hockey team. That's the same, right?
*Sorry honey.
**It'll be clean before you get home, honest!
Love, love, love your blog title.
Thank yah ma'am.
Unfortunatly I can't take complete credit. It was an oft repeated joke in a former band of mine and I can't for the life of me remembered who said it first. It might have been me, but well, there was more than a little self-inflicted neuron damage going on in those days.
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