Non sequitur of the evening:
“I believe anal on the first date is a bad idea.”–Mr. R.
Happy Father’s Day to you! How’s your weekend going? Mr. R and I just survived a visit from my folks. They mean well, but it’s nice to have our house back to ourselves.
For this second week of Summer Songs, I’m pulling out REM with Stand. I’ve always loved this song, and for some reason, it feels like summer. Maybe it’s the travel vibe. Given the proper amount of liquid encouragement, I could even join in on the line dance they do in the video.
I’m not sure we’ll be going out for Father’s Day–we did a great deal of running around with the parentals all week. But Mr. R has a pop-up beach cabana coming his way. Shhhhh…
This weekend, be sure to celebrate the dads in your life. In addition to gifting your dad with the tacky ties, weed whackers, and golf tchotchkes, let him know how much he’s loved and appreciated. A big hug ought to do it.
And dance along with me if you’re so inclined. Happy Saturday night!
Oh, my gosh, did you think we’d NEVER get to this weekend? The work week was fraught with stupidity on so many levels, it’s such a relief to have two days to simply think my own thoughts, make my own mistakes instead of someone else’s…
Mr. R and I had a good time at the Improv last weekend. We were running a little late that night, which might have been a little bit my fault. Hey, looking this amazing doesn’t just happen, LOL! But when we made a wrong turn, it worked out better than anticipated, because we ended up in a little parking lot only a block away from the club, so we were seated in plenty of time for the show.
Before the opening act, we placed our first order in compliance of the ‘two-drink minimum’ and sipped contentedly as the first two comedians ran through their sets. The headliner was Andrew Schulz, and we laughed a lot. I’m including a snippet from his act, although this clip is from a performance in NYC.
We had such a great time. Long ago when we first started dating, Mr. R and I visited a comedy club in Boca several times. Once, on the 45-minute drive back to northern Palm Beach County, Joan Jett came on the radio and, with the windows open and the music blasting, we joined in with a LOUD, slightly tipsy rendition of I Hate Myself for Loving You.
I love collecting memories like that. They remind us of what we have together. I hope this weekend finds you well, and that you’re able to make so great memories with those you love. And remember, it’s a 4-day work week. Yay!
Happy Saturday night!
P.S. I wanna be Joan Jett when I grow up. Just so you know…
Happy April! And it’s April Fools Day. I thought about playing a joke, like announcing to the world that I’m pregnant. But that’s not even funny at this stage in the game, LOL!
The best April Fools prank I ever heard was a radio ad. One spring morning I was listening to my favorite classic rock station on my way to to work when an announcer came on:
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! At Moroso Motorsports Park!
The finest bullfighters in Spain are coming to show off their bullfighting skills.
That’s weird, thought I. Why would they do bullfighting at the local drag strip?
The Spanish national anthem will be performed by Enrique Iglesias.
Then I realized it was April 1, and I cracked up. But more enjoyable than the original joke was the reaction PETA-types had. Now don’t get me wrong, I love animals. Mr. R and I currently have a rescue German shepherd and two pound kitties. But sometimes, animal activists have no sense of humor. Histrionic phone calls were made, boycotts were planned. After realizing they’d been had, the official response was, “That’s not funny.”
Ooooh, yes it is.
Mr. R. and I have tickets to the Palm Beach Improv tonight. The headliner is Andrew Schultz. I never heard of him, but it’s one of those deals where they offered us free tickets. We just have to comply with the two-drink minimum. Well, if I must…
Aretha Franklin’s Chain of Fools seemed appropriate for the occasion. I found this great version with Mariah Carey, and I hope you like it. These days, it seems there are plenty of fools to go around. Remember to laugh a little and hug those you love.
Happy Saturday night!
Ode To Sweatpants
Oh, sweatpants, my sweatpants, you’re a favorite fall friend.
On cool days you’ve got me all covered, in the end.
You’re soft and you’re flexible; you never judge.
Even after I indulge so much I can’t budge.
So this holiday week, I’ll keep you in mind.
I’d never go off and leave you behind.
This Thursday you’ll find me a grateful lass,
I’m ever so happy that you fit my…lifestyle.
–An original poem by Pandora Spocks
It’s Halloween Weekend! I love Halloween–all the costumes and treats and fun! In most places, the air is crisp and the leaves are turning their brilliant fall colors. It’s cooler here, too–the temperature will probably only get up to about 85 today. Yeah. Fall in south Florida.
I hope you’ve been enjoying the vintage (much better word than ‘rerun’) October Stories spooky posts. I love those stories.
Mr. R. and I are heading to a Halloween party tonight. He’s going as some kind of pumpkin-headed assassin and I’ll be Cleopatra, which is perfect for me. I’m the queen of de-Nile, LOL!
For tonight’s serenade, I just had to have the Eagles and Witchy Woman. But finding a decent clip was not easy. There are no ‘Official’ videos. I think I finally settled on what is the best bootleg I could find. It’s from a live performance from 2013 and features Don Henley on drums and lead vocals, amazing guitars from Timothy B. Schmidt and Joe Walsh, and the late great Glenn Frey. I never get tired of their tight harmonies.
Tonight, I hope you’re enjoying a beautiful fall evening with the ones you love. I’m feeling a cup of hot cider coming on. And undoubtedly a lot of rum, LOL! Happy Saturday night!
Mr. R. and I went out last weekend and made our first official purchase toward Adventures in Renovation. I’ll be posting all about it soon, including the first reno video. Stay tuned!