If you didn’t know, that’s a John Lennon quote from “Beautiful Boy” from the 1980 Double Fantasy album, check it out if you can.
As with many weekend days my original plans for Sunday was to blog off my buns and catch up on some typing for all the fantastic shows I’ve seen of late, but alas life happened and my plans got majorly derailed yesterday. Dropping m’lady off shortly after awakening, I returned home to have an instant message from her, reminding my that my phone must still be off from the previous night. Turning on my phone it immediately started to go off like the Robot from Lost in Space. Nicole continued her messages to me as I checked my texts. Tim had neglected to tell me that he would be arriving back from Detroit today and needed a lift from the airport, meanwhile m’ldays cats had succumb to their primal instincts and slaughtered “a huge gross bug” between her living room and bedroom, much too disgusting for her to handle on her own.
I informed her that I now had to make a surprise stop at the airport at 12:30pm, and I’d come to her rescue in an hour. I picked back up managing media from the previous night and after an hour decided I really should play the role of awesome brother and boyfriend and made my way out. Up to Providence to dispose of the insect, I arrived to find m’lady in the kitchen since we’d spoke, too disgusted to make it to the living room. To her defense it was a pretty large cricket, I showed it to her kitties and said “Eat your kills, PLEASE” tossed it from her window, and persuaded her to come downstairs with me to try out the ice cream shop that opened across the street from her apartment. She bought me a cone for my heroism, and realized that a waffle cone may not have been the best choice while driving to the airport. Grabbing a drinking cup at Nicole’s suggestion I stole a smooch and hopped back in the car to head south to Warwick. Halfway there Tim called, apparently he arrived, exchanged his cell phone for a take out speakerbox, and was stating or asking something. I just kept saying “On my way, on I-95 now” until I made out what sounded like an “Okay.” Picked up Tim, made my way out of the airport back to Cranston.
05.17.09 Kyle and Bobby working out a song
Got home, made another pot of coffee and locked myself in my room, finished loading pictures and video from Saturday and got two paragraphs finished before my cell rang again. Bobby had just finished moving into Zig Zag’s apartment, and they were having a grill and jam session for the afternoon, with Jello shots. GAH, Save, Close, Curse, Shower, Hit the road north, back to Providence again.
It was a great time, glad I made it out again, pissed at myself that I never get as much done when I’m not working as I should. Burgers, beers, song and jello filled the apartment for the afternoon, and I made an “early” exit around 7:30pm, making sure to get out before they all went to Pawtucket for a show at the Blackstone. I need rest and to write a bit before I get more shows I’ve seen backlogged. I’ve added a few of the videos and pictures from the BBQ, for your enjoyment.