Last night Sonya and I went to my nephew's graduation, as planned (the nephew, Joe, pictured at right). Joe was cool, and the whole band applauded him when he went across the stage. They may just have to shut the damn school down without him.
Well, it's 11:22 a.m. on a Saturday morning, and I've already
And I haven't even left the fuckin' house. Impressive, aren't I?
Last night Sonya and I went to my nephew's graduation, as planned (the nephew, Joe, pictured at right). Joe was cool, and the whole band applauded him when he went across the stage. They may just have to shut the damn school down without him.
I drove my mom's car to the graduation, which is always fun. It's a great big grey boat of a Benz that just floats along, silently. Especially silently, these days, since the anti-theft thing on the radio has been activated and it refuses to make a sound. German engineering, huh?
At the end of the National Anthem last night, I looked over at my mom and Sonya.
"Play ball," my mom muttered.
"Play ball," Sonya agreed.
I love my family.
[Here's a quick Edwin Story for you. Edwin did time in the Air Force a few years ago. At his graduation from basic training, after the National Anthem had played, he yelled "play ball!" One of his commanding officers, who was standing next to him, leaned over and said, "son, you better hit the ground." Edwin dropped, flopping around, and was taken to the infirmary to be treated for heat stroke.]
Lots of interesting names at the graduation, too. I swear at one point they announced "Banana Smith." That would be an easy name to go through life with, huh?
After the hat-throwing, during the benediction, one kid just wandered off, heading for the far gate of the football field.
"He's done," Sonya observed, "he doesn't have to do what they say any more."
I was walking the dog last night in the (now forbidden) grass in front of city hall. One of my feet slipped, and the unmistakable stench that rose around me let me know that I had stepped in dog shit.
Not just any dog shit, though. I had trod in the Mother of All Dog Turds. The entire bottom of my left shoe was covered, caked in dog crap. I tried shuffling along in some gravel. No good. I found a stick and went digging at the deep treads of my Skechers. Still not good enough.
Finally, I went to the fountains that squirt water straight across the street from city hall and stood on one of the nozzles, wetting my other shoe and the cuffs of my jeans in the process. It did get all the dog shit off, though. Which was good.
I was afraid I was going to have to throw the shoe away.
Damn. Sonya just returned from the nail salon, and she has an arm full of McDonald's, too. Unfortunately, I just ate some PB&J. Damn. Damn damn damn. Why couldn't I have waited?
This Blair Witch movie is totally dominating my thoughts now. It's like someone went into my nightmares carrying a video recorder and made a freakin' movie out of it. I have to see this flick. If it doesn't come out in Memphis I'm road-trippin' to see it. I've seen maybe a total of five minutes of footage from this thing and it has me totally freaked out. There's this one part in the teaser where Heather, one of the ill-fated film-makers, says "I'm so scared" that gives me goosebumps every time.
Update: 3:27 p.m.
So I went to Cole-Haysten and got my hair cut this afternoon. My lovely and talented stylist, Shawn, told me that he enjoys reading this thing, which totally flattered me. I don't think he was just angling for a tip, either. Hi, Shawn!
So during the course of my grooming, I mentioned that once upon a time I had linked to the salon web site. This tickled Shawn and Scott, the owner, to no end. In thanks, they gave me a free bottle of mint-rosemary shampoo. My first kickback! My first kickback!
Still, it was a rather expensive bottle of shampoo and I hate walking off with it for just a few links buried in the archives. Something more permanent (and visible) is in order, I think.
Totally unsolicited endorsement, here: if you're in Memphis, and you need a haircut, massage, facial or your nails taken care - Cole-Haysten is the place.
(Can I have some more free shit now?)
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