I heard this song on the radio this morning. Good times.
“The Promise” / When In Rome (1988)
Adam Sandler was the shizzzzzz back when I was in about fifth grade. Only the baddest-assed kids were allowed to listen to his comedy album “They’re All Gonna Laugh At You.” Matt S., a classmate who had older brother(s), had by far the most cultural capital: he knew all the words to all of the songs by heart. A cool kid, indeed.
“The Beating of a High School Janitor” / Adam Sandler (1993)
Like the new layout? I thought I’d mix it up a little, but the jury’s still out on this one.
As soon as I get my thoughts into working order, I’ll write about my weekend. Until then, I’ll summarize:
Thursday: Drive to Minnesota. Dinner with brother n’ fam.
Friday: Drive to Fargo for a day trip. See brother’s recital. Giant group go out for dinner n’ drinks. Good times all around.
Saturday: Lunch with brother n’ fam. Lazy day in hotel. Dinner with brother’s bff. Even more good times all around.
Sunday: Visit brother at work. Drive home.
Actually, that pretty much covers it. A more detailed entry is probably unnecessary.
My packing list for Minnesota:
On another note, I plan on thoroughly documenting my upcoming trip. My camera will be freshly charged, pen n’ paper always at the ready. I have super-cute scrapbook paper with music notes on it, and I intend to use it, gosh darn it!*
*Unfortunately, this is not a karaoke-themed trip. I’m just going up there to see my brother’s Junior recital.
My brother introduced* me to this band, who are a product of the fine (read: cold) state of Minnesota. I think he knows them? Or knows someone who knows them? I don’t know. Everybody’s related to everybody up there. It’s the Arkansas of the Upper Midwest.**
“Eisenhower is the Father” / Best Friends Forever (2008)
*Ooohhh…not literally. He just gave me the album “Romance Conflict Adventure” to burn onto my laptop.
**Angry Minnesotans (haha, oxymoron!), take heed: I say that with love. Arkansas is surprisingly beautiful, as is your mosquito-infested patch of ice.
I must watch too much television, because as I was job-searching the other day, I came across this:
The Counter-Terrorism Unit is hiring (and they have a Kansas City office)? Awesome! Does this mean I get to be Jack Bauer’s sidekick?!
Some notes on last night, in no particular order: