Sunday, September 19, 2010

Saturday Nights; Sunday Mornings..

Today I didn't work.  At all.  Which was stellar.  Whole day off.  Went to the beach.  Read some book.  Napped.  Listened to some Blues Traveler on the iPod.  Soaked up some rays.  Solid outdoor day on the whole from just after noontime until a tad bit before five.  Plenty o'sun.  No more pasty-ness.  Freshly salted hair.  Woo.  Hoo.  Temporarily shook the rust off from my end-of-summer doldrums.  Hopefully this was the start of something new.
Before I get going too much further I just have to say I've been on a pretty big Blues Traveler kick for the past couple of weeks.  Four has been a regular player on my rides to and from the office and the couple other cd's I have have been being clicked on regularly when the laptop is booted and iTunes is open.  They played at LL Bean's outdoor summer stage a couple of years ago for free and I thought about going down but I saw a flyer with the band beforehand and everyone was skinny so I thought John Popper had either left the band or died so I didn't bother to head down.  Turns out he had gastric bypass surgery in the 2000's and lost a good deal of weight and was normal sized and still in the band.  So, F my decision.  Hindsight always seems to be 20/20, eh?  
After some dinner tonight I settled in to watch some TV and caught the 2nd half of the Arizona v. Iowa game.  I watch Iowa games quite a bit because they're head coach, Kirk Ferentz, coached the Black Bears awhile back so Skip knows him.  When he was with the Browns he got me a personalized Eric Metcalf autographed picture, which is nothing to sneeze at and because of this it goes without saying I'll be pro-Kirk for life.  It's also neat to say you have ties to the highest-paid state employee in Iowa.  So I've got that going for me, which is nice.

The Hawkeyes played pretty terribly, however, and were down three TD's after the first half but worked their way back into the game as Arizona kept shooting themselves in the foot with penalties, a muffed punt, and a pick six and in th 4th Iowa had a chance to take the lead but missed an extra point.  Special teams win games, folks.  And, clearly, lose games, as Iowa went on to lose.  Get'em next week, Kirk.

That Iowa talk really had nothing to do with anything except it's kind of random and semi-interesting to me and it ledd into the fact The Perfect Storm came on around the time the game ended and I started watching The Perfect Storm, because, well, I had nothing better to do and it took place in New England and since I'm 5,000 miles away from New England programs and movies and songs and the like which involve New England interest me more than they used to when I was in New England.  I just said New England a lot.  I should stop that; it was kind of amateur.  I head home in three weeks, though, which I think is kind of cool.  I enjoy Maine immensely in autumn.  Well, fall.  I don't generally use autumn.  Too high brow for my eclectic verbage.  I can't wait to go to Wallingford's.  Cider donuts.  Yes, sir.  There will be plenty else going on and Liam's wedding to go to, but cider donuts are pretty high up on my list of reasons why I enjoy Maine in the fall.  Wallingford's is the cat's purrr-jamas.

I've always thought The Perfect Storm was a pretty good movie.  Good in the sense I can watch it multiple times and still be amused, and be able to jump into it when it's half over without incident.  I had forgotten John C. Reilly was in it.  I just saw The River Wild on an HBO a week or two ago, and had forgotten he was in that, too.  So if you were wondering it takes only one degree to connect John C. Reilly to Kevin Bacon, as both were in The River Wild.  Write that down.  Reilly also damn near brought a tear to my eye tonight as The Perfect Storm was ending after the boat capsizes and he and another of the crew are trapped in the cabin and the water's up to their chins and he looks over at the other guy and says, "This is going to be hard on my little boy" and then the water fills the cabin.  I don't know why it's affecting me so much but even as I type this out I just have to say, "Fuck, that's just shitty all the way around."  I saw a dead cat on the side of the road I ride to work every day and that kind of got me feeling flat, too.  It looked like my first cat when I was little.  His name was Tigger.  He also died in an automobile accident.  Ironic.  But ya, I had to ride past this two days straight before it finally got removed by someone more considerate than myself:
I didn't have a shovel, sorry.

Anyways, back to the film.  Early on in the movie in a bar scene the jukebox is on and Bruce Springsteen is blasting when everyone's happy as the scene opens but when the controversy picks up and George Clooney's Skipper character tells the crew they're going out for one last go-round of the season a Tom Waits song is on in the background.  Today, before Blues Traveler, I listened to most of Closing Time while I was napping on a hotel lawn chair.  Guy's legit.  I know I've mentioned my adoration of Waits' early works so it was nice to find someone in the movie bizz who appreciated his tremendous works.  My big sis got me keen to him one way or another awhile back, so if I didn't give you credit the first time around the block then, "Thanks for introducing me to the music of Tom Waits."  The song that was playing in the bar is called "(Looking for) The Heart of Saturday Night."  I found this especially fitting, as this is, well, a Saturday night.  Eerie...
So, so good.  If you don't know, now you know.

It's now Sunday morning.  Both here, and wherever you are if you're in the US.  Moreso than here, as it is actually Sunday morning, but it doesn't really feel like Sunday morning because I haven't been to bed yet so really it still feels like Saturday night.  Since you will be reading this on , presumably after a heavy night of boozing and other PED's, let me provide you with my favorite Sunday song, as only two legends can do..
Kris Kristofferson is one hell of a songwriter.  Again, just throwing that out there; if you don't know now you know.  Cheers.


  1. How long have you had a sister???


    This one is fitting too: Steve Earle performing "Saturday Night and Sunday Morning". If you don't know, now you know.