Already Going To Hell, Just Pumping That Gas
All I wanna do is... and take your money. Because I wish I felt this badass right now.
Paper Planes - M.I.A.
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All I wanna do is... and take your money. Because I wish I felt this badass right now.
Tonight was one of those evenings that I really hated eating alone. I had a craving for burgers, and being low on cash, I knew it would actually be cheaper to go buy the ingredients and make my own burgers than go out and buy one from Five Guys or somewhere (I do love the Five Guys, though...). I also knew instinctually that I would have way more food than me, lonely little me, would need. And, I just wished for company.
Looking at my bank statement online the other day, I noticed the charge to Aer Lingus had been posted. The ticket is on its way. Countdown...64 days.
After last night's nailbiter, double overtime playoff win, where the Bruins went up 3-1 in their series against the Sabres, I am positively COMPELLED to post this song!
Although concerts are not necessarily in the budget right now, I'm truly looking forward to this one, as it's been probably 15 years since I've seen Elvis. Although this is not one of his newer songs (which I like very much, actually; he's been infected with the T-Bone Burnett virus, and it works well with his maturing voice), it speaks to me, and I hope to hear him play it tonight.
I disabled my OK Cupid account the other day, and I figured out why, just now.
Labels: single life
Blue, songs are like tattoos,
The nine women you see in this picture have known each other all of their lives, literally. I am the oldest of this bunch; these are (most of) the children of my parents' best friends, the Carchedis and the Costellos. We all spent a tremendous amount of time together when we were young. I remember the Carchedis coming over during the Blizzard of '78 to cook, as we had a gas stove, and they didn't. The Costellos always rented a house in Poponesset, down on Cape Cod, and after time, we rented there, too. Birthdays, christenings, weddings, funerals, graduations, and a slew of other life events, both big and small, have been shared by these three families.
As we all grew older, and further away in distance, we saw each other less and less. So finally, we all decided to pick a night that we would hold ourselves to keeping, and get together, for no other reason than we missed each other. So, Saturday night, 9 of the 11 made it out to Lewis' in Norwood, then Napper Tandy's, and laughed for hours and hours about absolutely nothing important, and everything wonderful all at once. We called it Fousins' Night Out (fousins = fake cousins), and it was marvelous.
So thank you, to my sisters, Colleen and Cat, Erin and Kate Costello, and Kristen, Aimee, Danielle, and Bethany Carchedi (they have married names, too), for an amazing evening. You are all my sisters of the heart, if not of actual family.
Sixteen years ago today... he was never meant to be a superstar, but it's hard for us to forget the impact Kurt and Nirvana made on modern music. This song, I think, sums up the whole world of pain to which he ultimately succumbed.
Labels: in memoriam, Nirvana
..you will see where we all soon will be...