Hey look, it’s back.
Wait, what did you think I was talking about?
Image credit: Karin Beil
Well, actually it never left. It just hasn’t made a lot of noise recently. That is, until now.
Like many of you I’ve had quite a few cars since I got my driver’s license way back in 1988. Some are remembered more fondly than others. I’d have to say my current ride, a 2004 Ford Focus, is somewhere around the middle of that list. What do I like most about it? It’s paid off.
And it hasn’t had full coverage since.
However, there are a couple vehicles from my past I’d love to have back.
We’re back from Portland MUCH later than expected. I’m not even going to try to clean out the staff car until tomorrow.
However, I’m happy to report we had a spectacular time at the Rush concert.
Today’s post is a little earlier than usual. Rush plays a three-hour set, and I don’t expect to be back at the hotel room until after 11 p.m. With an eight-year-old in tow, that means there won’t be any late night writing tonight.
Oh she thinks she can handle it, but I know better.
Image credit: Rafael Edwards
So there won’t be any concert accounts until tomorrow. Sorry ’bout that.
What a difference 434 miles make. Well, maybe. It’s 20 degrees cooler here but I’m still sweating like a stuck pig. Still, every time you walk into a hotel room, it’s obvious you’re not home anymore.
“A blue state. Definitely a blue state.”
You know what’s really nice about a hotel? The fact you can crank the air conditioner up to full blast and suffer no economic consequences whatsoever! OK, so I’m only an environmentalist most of the time.
It’s Friday. Concert weekend with Rush at last!
And it’ll be so, so much cooler than this.
Image credit: Trevor Dodge
Looking forward to pleasant temperatures and no opening act this time around (in stark contrast to having to endure 45 minutes of Mr. Big, as was the case back in 1992), I’m packed and ready to go. All that’s left here is the Friday Crap Roundup.
It’s amazing how quickly a subject for this blog sometimes presents itself.
Since Σ and I are going to Portland in a couple days to see Rush, she’s staying with me beginning tonight. Having just put her to bed, I was resigned to writing tonight about how she’s looking forward to an all-day car trip to Oregon’s I-5 corridor to … “go to the mall.”
Which, as I told her, makes about as much sense as going to Japan to eat at McDonald’s.
As it turns out, you can thank the UK’s Daily Mail for saving you from reading about that.
Not much inspiration today, I’m afraid. I’ve been sitting here reading various Internet flotsam, eating Boulder Canyon Parmesan and Garlic potato chips and drinking Dr. Pepper Cherry. All to no avail.
Not even Lafayette could bring forth the snark today. It’s that bad.
I suppose I’m entitled to skip a day, especially considering the marathon posts of the previous two. But no! I must sally forth! So today, I’ll focus on upcoming events.