Marc
Bourbonnais
The calm before the storm is upon me, I would say. Starting tomorrow morning at a 6am I will encounter a flurry of new and exciting activities, the least of which being that I am leaving for Miami FL on a plane. I'm half-excited, and half-skeptical at how this is going to bode for my self-esteem as I'm staying at a hotel on South Beach, also known as "The Sexiest Place on Earth", and am actually quite curious to see how my pale, slightly overweight, heavily clothed in blue jeans and black t-shirts type body will stack up against the scantily clad, tan, body-builders and models that you always hear about and see on television. Either way, I'll be happy to just walk around and not be cold, though I'm skeptical of whether or not I should bring shorts.
And my mom has told me that I must go and watch the cruise ships take off for the seas at five pm on Saturday night, I believe, because she claims that they make no noise other than the revellers hanging off the bows yelling obscene things at pedestrians on the streets. My mental image of this picture is insanely fun, and I'd be lying if I told you that I hadn't tried to come up with ways that the ships were moving without making any sounds***1***.
The rest of next week has me getting some wisdom teeth pulled out, finally, and going back to Bourbonnais (where I'm currently writing you from) to hang out in my parent's living room all hopped up on Codeine. I'm so looking forward to this, and that isn't supposed to be read sarcastically. I've heard all kinds of fun stories about codeine, and I'm thinking a trip to the local mall or Barnes and Noble might actually be kind of fun to do, under the supervision of my little sister, though, for legal purposes.
Then, finally, I'll cap the fun-filled week off with that trip to the Fireside Bowl on Thursday nigth to see Rollo Tomasi and the Mt St Helens again. I also cannot stress, again no sarcasm involved, how excited I am about this. Not just because I'll be getting to see two fantastic bands ***2***, but also because I will be able to visit, on Codeine mind you, with so many people that I like to see. Including Zach, hopefully, who will be attending with bells on, I've heard.
And, in closing, I think that I may be taking on a project during the rest of break that will consume me. It has to do with writing ... a lot of writing. If I actually start it, I'll let you know. If I don't, I'll keep my mouth shut. Not like anyone'd be interested in anything I have to say anyways. 'Night, butts.
***1*** if you think that one of these methods might involve many burly, built, sweaty men sitting in the sub-sub-basement of the ship using ultra-mega-heavy-duty titanium rowing sticks that mechanically protrude out into the water underneath the ship, all the while listening to Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive", then you may be on to something. I'm going to go watch tomorrow night to see if I'm right or not.
***2*** by the way, Matt, you left your Rollo Tomasi album at my apartment, and I checked it out. If you guys don't play "Nightmare Men" and "A Room Alone" at some point at your Fireside show, I'm going to shove my foot up your ass. I'm not kidding. Those songs rule.
Bourbonnais
The calm before the storm is upon me, I would say. Starting tomorrow morning at a 6am I will encounter a flurry of new and exciting activities, the least of which being that I am leaving for Miami FL on a plane. I'm half-excited, and half-skeptical at how this is going to bode for my self-esteem as I'm staying at a hotel on South Beach, also known as "The Sexiest Place on Earth", and am actually quite curious to see how my pale, slightly overweight, heavily clothed in blue jeans and black t-shirts type body will stack up against the scantily clad, tan, body-builders and models that you always hear about and see on television. Either way, I'll be happy to just walk around and not be cold, though I'm skeptical of whether or not I should bring shorts.
And my mom has told me that I must go and watch the cruise ships take off for the seas at five pm on Saturday night, I believe, because she claims that they make no noise other than the revellers hanging off the bows yelling obscene things at pedestrians on the streets. My mental image of this picture is insanely fun, and I'd be lying if I told you that I hadn't tried to come up with ways that the ships were moving without making any sounds***1***.
The rest of next week has me getting some wisdom teeth pulled out, finally, and going back to Bourbonnais (where I'm currently writing you from) to hang out in my parent's living room all hopped up on Codeine. I'm so looking forward to this, and that isn't supposed to be read sarcastically. I've heard all kinds of fun stories about codeine, and I'm thinking a trip to the local mall or Barnes and Noble might actually be kind of fun to do, under the supervision of my little sister, though, for legal purposes.
Then, finally, I'll cap the fun-filled week off with that trip to the Fireside Bowl on Thursday nigth to see Rollo Tomasi and the Mt St Helens again. I also cannot stress, again no sarcasm involved, how excited I am about this. Not just because I'll be getting to see two fantastic bands ***2***, but also because I will be able to visit, on Codeine mind you, with so many people that I like to see. Including Zach, hopefully, who will be attending with bells on, I've heard.
And, in closing, I think that I may be taking on a project during the rest of break that will consume me. It has to do with writing ... a lot of writing. If I actually start it, I'll let you know. If I don't, I'll keep my mouth shut. Not like anyone'd be interested in anything I have to say anyways. 'Night, butts.
***1*** if you think that one of these methods might involve many burly, built, sweaty men sitting in the sub-sub-basement of the ship using ultra-mega-heavy-duty titanium rowing sticks that mechanically protrude out into the water underneath the ship, all the while listening to Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive", then you may be on to something. I'm going to go watch tomorrow night to see if I'm right or not.
***2*** by the way, Matt, you left your Rollo Tomasi album at my apartment, and I checked it out. If you guys don't play "Nightmare Men" and "A Room Alone" at some point at your Fireside show, I'm going to shove my foot up your ass. I'm not kidding. Those songs rule.
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