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i am un chien andalusia
who the hell gets addicted to pain killers? what is an addiction to painkillers anyway? "oh man, need another tylenol" well, i geuss if they're the grape children's tylenol that makes sense. but way to go jeff tweedy and your ibuprofen joneses or whatever. No wilco for me at coachella. I'm listening to the mp3s of the first pixies concert though, and that's cool. oddly enough, i wasn't all that excited to see wilco, it's just that they're a band i feel like i should see... i just don't imagine them really being anything special live. which reminds me, i need to get the new album.
so, briefly, this weekend was fun. went down to lori's dad's for lori's dad's 65th birthday gala. nothing particularly special to report. we (oly katie and I) got in super late on friday night. We sat around drinking with lori and her sisters and their husbands and boyfriends and whatever. saturday slept in, got breakfast, went to a mall, then back home. Katie and i watched groundhog day, and then everyone got ready for the night and had a few drinks. then we went to the dinner, right away i got a MASSIVE headache which hurt my life. i found some advil and seriously drank about 2 pitchers of water, then, about 2.5 hours later i was ready to go again. worked the free bar, and then we went to some local joint. a real hick bar, it was fun. there was a dude doing covers that were decent until he sang "jessie's girl" and abused the phrasing so that it was impossible to sing along to. but he followed that up with journey's 'don't stop believing,' which is quite possibly the best song ever written.
in addition to our songsmith, there was a wedding party at this bar, including the bride still in her wedding gown, getting it nice and authentic with cigarette smoke and spilled beer.
this song rules. how is journey so good? steve perry should be president. Or at least a senator or something.
after a quick stint at the hick bar we all went back to the house, i ended up playing pictionary with some of the couples. at one point, kim's husband joe, and mom, i swear i had nothing to do with this, suggested we put down $20 on a best of three match of pictionary. quite possibly the oddest request i've heard, perhaps it was the corrs light talking, that we bought from the bar. you can buy a case of beer for not outrageous prices FROM THE BAR. weird. anyway, i won pictionary and felt bad the next morning when i saw i had $20 from him.
sunday we just were lazy for a while until 3pm when we finally left after watching too much MTV. not a bad drive, found radio delilah after giving up after an hour of searching. she's lost her edge i think...
i've decided i hate movies that introduce something that happens to the protagonist that is impossible in our world. our viewing groundhog day is what brings this to mind. because hell, who wouldn't want to have an eternity to get one day perfect and learn a whole lot of crap in the process? it's all, "hey, look at bill murray becoming a better person and having the freedom to do whatever he wants until he figures out the perfect sequence" and then the movie ends and you're all "that movie rocked" and then you go to bed all set to wake up and find yourself at the day before, ready to live yesterday all over again with some added knowledge and the freedom to do whatever the hell you want. do i get that? nope. instead i watch movies and realize how in the movies people take risks and do crazy things, either because like bill murray, they know if it fails they can try something else, or, like everyone else, they apparantly live in a world without consequence, or better, without any consequence that they're actually concerned about.
so what's the moral of all this? well two things mainly. 1) i need to be bill murray in groundhog day and 2) "don't stop believing" is the greatest song ever made.
peace.