K’s flown to NY for mom’s day; my own mom is celebrating with her new daughter, which is in many ways a really weird, almost creepy thing to say. She was excited about it when I talked to her last weekend. I’ll call, of course, but it almost feels like I’m interrupting mother/daughter time, you know? Right now, though, the only thing I regret is that I didn’t drink more of this chardonnay last night—that way, I wouldn’t have had to drink so much tonight. It’s not bad (the winery’s merlot’s more to my taste, though), very fruity.
Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to yardsales! Which are tomorrow! Whoop! Speaking of whoop, didja see this really nifty story about building suspension bridges at MIT?
Hooray for drunk blogging!
by greg—May 12, 10:16 AM
FYI, yardsales very frequently suck.
by greg—May 12, 12:42 PM
maybe you should’ve tried drunk yardbuying
by Balthasar Gracián—May 12, 03:20 PM
That idea’s not halfbad…
by greg—May 12, 03:25 PM
I blog and comment on blogs drunk on a semi-regular basis. Like drunk driving, it’s never actually a good idea, but very cool nonetheless.
by JH—May 12, 05:04 PM
Sure there’s better things to do while drunk than blog, but it seemed a natural thing to do last night. Frankly, it seems a natural thing to do tonight, too…
by greg—May 12, 05:30 PM
So Wilco’s on A Prairie Home Companion tonight. I like to hear Wilco, particularly given my curren mood, much more than I like to hear PHC.
by greg—May 12, 05:44 PM
Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about Wilco and PHC.
In college, we thought Eudora needed a couple of extra functions: one was a little plugin that wouldn’t let you send e-mail after 1 am; the other was a breathalyzer.
Wilco’s back on!
by Laura—May 12, 06:39 PM
Keillor should’ve just handed the whole show over to the band, even in spite of the fact that Tweedy came in on the wrong measure on that Woody Guthrie song.
by greg—May 12, 06:43 PM
So I called my grandmother today to say hi and wish her a happy mother’s day, and she began a sentence with “Your sister,” which was uncomfortable as hell, not the least because I had just talked to mom who had said, “It’s nice having someone to take care of me on mother’s day,” which was a totally bogus thing to say given the way she treated the day when I was growing up, and because while I was talking to her, A— climbed in her lap and asked her to read Green Eggs and Ham, and mom obliged for a while. We chatted a while longer after that, but by then it was all just very, very strange.
by greg—May 13, 09:27 PM
Because our local PR station last fall ruined its weekend programming by deciding to play about six shows over and over again, I got to hear Tweedy screw miss his cue again—it’s mostly just funny; the band’s pretty obviously having a good time (the audience was really into them), and he shouts “I want a do-over!” afterwards. It’s here (RealAudio). If that doesn’t work, go here and click through. It’s “Hesitating Beauty.”
by greg—May 14, 08:21 AM