Happy Tell An Old Joke Day! It’s also Cousins Day, Self-Care Day, Drive-Thru Day, and My favorite, Tequila Day! Also, according to my laptop, it’s Amelia Earhart Day. I’m not sure why that didn’t populate with the rest of them on the site I usually look at, but, it shared with me, so I share with you. Most of that is weird. Although, I do find it interesting that I just saw one of my cousins on the 12th, for my dad’s 80th. I hadn’t seen her in close to 20 years. It was nice to catch up. She brought her youngest daughter, who I had not seen since before she could walk. I have 5 cousins, my sister keeps up with them much more than I. Self-Care seems like a regular topic of discussion these days. I’m for it. I tend not to like Drive-Thrus, I get that it’s usually convenient, but only if no one else is there. It seems that every time people are in front of me, it takes forever! I don’t think I’m being dramatic. It often seems like whoever is in front of me, is ordering everything on the menu. It’s that way at the ATM also, don’t you know your PIN!? Okay, okay, it’s not about that. I may be impatient, but some people are also slow. We’ve been doing a lot better at not drinking during the week, but, since it’s Tequila Day, and we’re having Tostadas, I may have to break down and get some. I have some good Mezcal, but that doesn’t seem like a Tostada drink. Most people wouldn’t even recognize it as tequila! And, if I give in to one, I should give in to another: A string walks into a bar. The bartender says: Hey, we don’t serve your kind here! Disappointed, the string sees himself out. Still thirsty, the string hatches a clever plan: He ties himself up, messes up his hair, and gives it another try. The bartender says: Are you the same string I just kicked out? The string says: I’m a frayed knot.
Yes, I said we’re having Tostadas, which
means no band practice. Neither band practiced this week. That’s 2 weeks for
the Calvins! Our keyboard player went to visit his in-laws this week. Up in No
Cal. I know the people in Northern California prefer Nor Cal, but I think No
Cal is funnier. They don’t. If you’re not from here, it is literally 2
different worlds. There are a lot of similarities, but you can tell, IYK.
Anyway: I find it interesting that the Eruption started off as a 3-piece, and
now we don’t play without the 4th. I can’t imagine not wanting to
play. Not only is it a chance to “get out,” but it’s a special thing only a few
of us get to do. It’s not just “practice,” it’s almost like working out, and
going to church! A very small church, but still. It’s a good time to focus, and
let everything else take a back seat. Why wouldn’t you want that? Oh well, at
least I’ll have tequila. Maybe. That’s cool though, it’s Shark Week, nothing wrong
with a little “downtime.” Although, “downtime” doesn't always work for me. I
need something to stay motivated. My mind starts to wander. I feel like I’m in
2 bands that don’t want to play shows! When we have “downtime,” I start to
wonder about greener pastures. I understand it always looks greener from afar,
but I don’t think: Oh good, I don’t have practice. The Calvins’ drummer is in
Hawaii, so that’s understandable. Must be nice! But little things, like: Our
drummer turns 50, Labor Day weekend. He decided to host a party. A local band,
friends of ours, called Beta 7, agreed to play, and the Calvins will play as
well. He has a pool, and it seemed awesome! Our singer suggested letting Beta 7
play first, that way, in case the cops come, we won’t have to play. “Have to!?”
I don’t get it! A pool party for all of our friends sounds like a cool idea to
me.
Wow, I just realized this is taking me a
long time. I know you can’t tell, but it is. This is how it gets sometimes, a
few things out of place, and all of a sudden, I don’t know what direction I’m
going in. The sister-in-law was supposed to leave at 2am this morning. And, I
just received word that it did not happen. Supposedly 2am tomorrow morning.
But, it was also supposed to be last Thursday. So, who knows. I’m starting to
get the feeling that she doesn’t want to leave. It must be tough. I’m glad I like
my home life. I usually can’t wait to get home. I don’t want to know what the
opposite of that feels like. She’s talking about possibly coming back next
month for her birthday! That’s a 13-hour drive! One way! Apparently, she
has a friend who’s going rafting in Arizona on her birthday weekend, and wants
to go. I know you haven’t seen her, and I won’t go there, except to say, if you
saw this woman, you would not think: Rafter. She would come alone, which is
probably another draw, her daughter already wishes she had been flown home by
now. It seems ridiculous. But none of us are getting any younger. And, like
gigging, there is only a short time left for some of us to get things we want
to do done. There may not be time left when we’re “ready.” Sorry, Ozzy died the
other day, now today was Hulk Hogan. I know they lived full lives, but I can’t
help but think about those of us who haven’t. The clock is ticking for us all,
and if you have any “want-tos,” it may be time to start doing them. As long as
it doesn’t hurt anyone. I’m sorry I feel I have to put that in there, but we
are living in uncertain times, and you never know how anyone is going to take
anything you have to say, if they’re even listening at all.
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