Friday couldn’t come at a better time this week, am I right? Shit. What a week. I haven’t had a lot to do at work and with having Aunt Flo in town and having the poon-na-na party tonight, I’ve been impatient for Friday to roll around since Monday.
Last night, I left work only to find out that the SM was working late and then we had to drive his boss home (which is about 25 miles from our apartment) because he had driven the company van up and didn’t have his car. Let me tell you - that was awesome. I just kept thinking about all the snacks I had to make when I got home. I managed to finish most everything short of vacuuming last night and even taught the SM a few chords on our newly-restrung electric guitar. Bleck Fender Squire…..ass-kickin’ guitar courtesy of my Pops.
I’m glad to say that I think that teaching him guitar is going to be easier than I expected. He has never tried to play any instrument ever, can’t read music - and I think he wants to learn to play because it’s cool and he’s always had a dream to be a rockstar. The motivation and lack of experience with any musical endeavors whatsoever made me nervous but he caught on to the few chords I showed him last night very quickly. Now I just have to teach him enough to have a whole song…and then he needs to learn to change chords seamlessly. I am proud of the initial try though. I’ll keep you updated.
My next endeavor? Mandolin. I am going to learn it. And we are going to make the coolest little Irish band EVER. We already decided on our name: Sinn Fein. “Ourselves alone” in Gaelic.
I finally laid my weary head down around 11 after cooking, cleaning and watching Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew (I’m obsessed). I was asleep by 11:05. Woke up at about 1:30 or 2 and found the SM still on the couch, watching TV like the nocturnal zombie that he is. He came to bed soon after and as he settled in said, “Hey you.”
We had a little bit of a rough morning this morning because the SM wanted to be at work at 7, but didn’t get out of bed until 6:40. After about 4 hours of sleep, he was not even hearing the alarm clock going off. Then he came to realize his new sweater had shrunk that he just bought. Disappointment abounded. At any rate, we got him there about 7:10 and with no traffic to work I got here about 7:35. And I’ve already been here WAY too long.
Yesterday, my coworker Jive Turkey got directions to the bash tonight and was being a bit of a smarty pants with my description of where to park. So I asked her if she was that dumb, if she needed a map of my parking lot. The following is the resulting graphic I sent to her, and the others, so there is no question as to where to park.
Ya think that was clear enough?
I just can’t wait for tonight. After some plastic penises and sexy lotions, we’re heading uptown to paint something red. My other coworker, Shaggy (the coolest tree-hugger I know), is tagging along, man hunting and my other coworker, Scooby (think roller skates, eye glitter and a g-string) is going to meet up with us as well to make it do what it do. I guess Ishould probably get some work done so this day flies by and we can get our drank on. Peace in the middle east.
