Rambler Roundup: Cheesecake Edition
- I spent both nights of this weekend at Townhouse Tavern, the second resulting in me getting tore up from the floor up. I'm hoping the phrase "cheesecake shot" will leave my vocabulary as quickly as it entered. I also want to issue a general apology to my neighbors for blasting Workingman's Dead at 4 am. It had to be done.
- Walter was finally placed in a permanent home on Friday. I think he'll be very happy, and now that he's living in DuPont, I think he is actually more well off than I am. He will be missed. His absence has been disconcerting. What I don't miss? Walking the dog first thing in the morning.
- The birds are back and I love it. Finally, someone to tell me when to go to bed again.
- Is it Friday yet?
- If you were in Pharmacy last night and heard Journey and Chuck Brown's version of Day-O, my bad. Sorry 'bout that. Sometimes there's a lot of pressure when you're at the jukebox. You want to play stuff that's out of the ordinary, but that people will really like. Sometimes, you fail miserably.
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...except for when they whistle outside my window at 5am after a night of drinking.
I may go buy lunch, even though I brought one, just so I can be outside.
Phil - well in this case playing Journey's "Smokin" made all the young people in the place uncomfortable. In trying to be funny, I broke one of the cardinal rules of the jukebox: Thou shalt not play any Journey, Kansas, Boston, Foreigner, Styx, or REO Speedwagon.*
*unless you drive a '78 Camaro or Trans Am
New goal for Monday.
(And I can't bear to hear these cracks on Journey... say what you will, but their stuff is catchy)
Cheesecake shot? - no. never. never.