I think I'm still waiting, though I've had my moments.
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Drew's comment makes me happy. Good match, he is.
Back from seeing The Stooges with Emmett (his first concert) and my best friend since high school, Alex.
I warned Emmett ahead of time, "It's going to be loud. You'll be able to feel the bass drum in your chest. The bass will be so low it'll hit you the belly and make you feel like you have to take a crap!"
Thirty seconds into the first song, "Dad! I've got to take a poo!"
Appropriately enough the first song was "Loose."
Anyway, we didn't miss but half a song and Emmett was thoroughly impressed with Iggy's maniacal splendour.
Having a house concert has to be the coolest thing. at least one person is astonished - or even awed by the event. Musician makes money and find a new fan base. audience hears amazing music . Neighbors, some of whom have never met, find a new common ground. plus, wine.
They are back. Loud, bubbly, and hungry. They are trying to decide which after party is the least "hot". So far most are just heading home. But half are still lingering...
Sounds like the concert was a lot of fun David. Please tell me that Emmett was wearing hearing protection. I always worry about young ears getting damaged.
So these are the best years of my life. Perpetually, dammit.
Wrod. There's always something best.
Although, seriously, junior high sucked diseased donkey cock.
Gronk. Blarg. Blech.
Things have been improving steadily in my life over the last couple of years, so I am hopeful that the best is yet to come. It certainly wasn't high school or my early twenties. I'm hopeful that my thirties are going to be good to me.
Not a good morning, vw?