Teh Squeaky Wheel
Good morning, Dv8 -- happy Father’s Day or as they probably say today “Happy non-Birthing Person Day.”
Today is the anniversary of my first real rock concert. June 19, 1975. Aeorsmith opening for ZZ Top at The Forum in Inglewood followed by The Tubes at The Roxy in Hollywood. That was a good night.
A couple of friends of mine were at that Tubes concert at The Roxy. Small world.
And Mrs Sven was at the ZZ Top show -- well before I first met her.
Thanks for the Brenda’s Dryer reference, Mac.
Hi, dv8 (and Harper!!1!) and Sven!
“Happy non-Birthing Person Day.”
I saw video of Brandon taking a tumble off his bike. I feel bad wishing he was seriously injured.
Because I’m a terrible person, I was hoping for a broken hip or fractured skull. (Which would not even begin to make up for what he, his minions / sympathizers -- including the media -- and whoever’s the real power behind the Resolute Desk have done to us.)
Brenda had another (mostly) okay day yesterday; she’s sleeping-in right now (as I’m pretty sure she was up late last night).
Aeorsmith opening for ZZ Top at The Forum in Inglewood followed by The Tubes at The Roxy…
That’s a helluva day, man.
Too bad The Tubes didn’t have a better run; thought their material was “smarter” than a lot of their contemporaries’.
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, dv8 (and Harper!), Sven, and Fatwa!
Mac -- now I know why my manners have cat hair on them.
Fatwa -- an okay day is better than a not so good day! How are you holding up?
Dinner last night was spectacular. The restaurant has only been open two weeks, but they are running smoothly from the kitchen to the front of the house. My friend knows the owner/head chef, the pastry chef and one of the sous chefs. They serve classic French dishes with a southeast Asian twist and a focus on seasonal ingredients. We will definitely be going back.
Very cool. Sounds like a good day for you all the way around with graduation and dinner.
How are you holding up?
TBH, between worrying about BK, the seeming non-stop HH-A bullshit and everyday, “normal” stuff, some days alright, and other days enraged.
Glad you enjoyed a great dinner last night.
That’s pretty much what I thought. Try to remember to squeeze in some decompression time for yourself.
And back to work I go.
Damn. Overslept. Gave in to the desire to delay the day. Could’ve gotten up in the early afternoon, but didn’t.
All that makes it harder to keep to the “perfect” night schedule I’ve had goin on for a few weeks now.
I kinda wish I worked every day. Like when I was a cabbie, back in the day. 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. That was the life!