I think some of us are still picking up the pieces after Captain Larby’s raucous bachelor party. Hats off to Best Man Morgan and Business Traveller John for pulling the strings and showing us all a great time. I’ve been receiving weekly threats from DeVasto about my lack of blog posts, so here I am. You asked for it.
What’s the point of a soft top on a car? Are soft top owners really just people who wanted a convertible, but couldn’t pull the trigger? I can see the point of a T-top, which is also sort of a wanna-be convertible. Those were pretty cool, although I guess the old Honda del Sol was the last car to rock the T-top. Anyway, soft tops have always perplexed me.
I like supergroups. Cream, Blind Faith, Power Station, Temple of the Dog. Even Toto or Asia was a supergroup; I always get them mixed up. I’ve always wanted to see a less-than-supergroup – a group consisting of the lame ends of duos. So far, I have Art Garfunkel (the weak link of Simon & Garfunkel), John Oates (the hairy munchkin from Hall & Oates), and Andrew Ridgely (the boyhood friend whom George Michael took along for the ride with Wham!). Maybe you could fill out the rhythm section with the original musicians from groups that went on to make it big. Pete Best (original Beatles drummer) is still around. Or you could go younger and take Dave Krusen, the original drummer for Pearl Jam). Can’t think of any nearly-famous bassists, but if you can, shoot me a comment.
The roommate search still continues. I’ve shown the place to a couple of people and a couple more are scheduled to take a look. I just want to get this over with soon. While I’m not procrastinating, I will say that it has been glorious having just one or zero roommates for the last 2+ months. The place is still just as clean as it has always been. I haven’t slacked on that front, but I have taken the liberty of making the first floor clothing optional. Having to share that space again is going to be tough.
Some of you out there have asked for an update on Swedish Girl. While some of you (hello, Bubba) might find this self-serving and dull, I’m happy to report that Swedish Girl and I are still going strong and getting stronger by the day. Tuesday marked four months together and we’ll be celebrating that mark the proper way – with drinks. If you’d like to hear from Swedish Girl herself right here on The Diatribe, post a comment. Maybe she’ll decide to dip her toe into the water if enough people ask her to jump right in.
I finally saw Napoleon Dynamite last week. I remember LTJ and Miss Possible raving about this movie, urging everyone within earshot to run (don’t walk) to go see it. Swedish Girl and I actually rented it a few weeks ago and had to turn it off after about 10 minutes. It was that bad. With Swedish Girl being a horror movie fan, I think the only thing that could have saved this movie would be if Pedro hung Summer from a tree and killed her, rather than using a pinata of her. The Monday after Larby’s bachelor party, I had the day off and ND came on HBO. I must have still been under the influence because I gave it another shot, just waiting…waiting…waiting for something, anything to happen. Nope. Nada. Zip.
Alright, I’m back on the horse. It wasn’t pretty, but there you go. Thanks for the push, DeVasto. Now if the Sox lose again tonight, don’t expect to hear from me for another two weeks. How’s that for keeping the faith!
