Two years ago, I wrote one of my most embarrassing, albeit favorite blog posts since I started blogging back in 2010.
I’ve tried to write various other posts regarding the paczkis and the fattiness of Mardi Gras, but nothing comes close to the Poonch-Key post.
So instead, to follow up Fat Tuesday…
It’s perfect, it’s chronological, and I get to tell you about this guy seeing me with my ashes and being all…
If you feelin’ like a Pope, Catholics, do not brush your forehead off.
Bitches be sinners, Catholics, do not brush your forehead off.
I hope this guy didn’t give up being awesome for lent.
Friday night, I headed to this…eclectic bar called the Log Cabin with FunSized and a few of her friends. There was a band playing there that I met through FunSized – always a good time. The bar was hosting a theme night
Clever, right? This meant that there were tiki heads and grass skirts and bamboo decorations and bad jokes everywhere.
Case in point? Dancing with FunSized, up by the band?
Yes. I got lei’d.
It’s time for the Sunday Currently.
C U R R E N T L Y . . .
READING… The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I’ve read it before, but there’s a movie floating around that I’m determined to eventually see.
WRITING… a lot of journal-y stuff lately. Problem is, I keep misplacing whichever blank book I’m supposed to be finishing, so I have snippets of everything in at least three different notebooks. Chronology is a bitch, folks.
LISTENING… to the new song from Nashville because holy crap, this show is addicting. And musical. And dramatic. And awesome. And Jonathan Jackson. Tuck Everlasting has a guitar and can sing, people. I don’t know if you knew that, but you’re welcome.
THINKING…that the song in that link above really ought to be released on iTunes because I’m in love with it. It’s so good. I hate country and it’s so good. The night ain’t long enough, I ain’t leavin’ without your love.
SMELLING…spring in the air. I’m not at all, actually. But it’s March now, so I’m hoping.
HOPING…see the smelling, currently.
WEARING…UGGS. All day, everyday. They’re so warm and fluffy in winter. I’m so ready to put them away.
LOVING…the new hat that I should not have bought if I’m hoping winter will end soon. But it’s courtesy of themittenstate.com, and it’s excellent and warm and fluffy.
WANTING…to get a sweatshirt off of MichiganAwesome.com. Because it says:
And that’s wonderful. It almost warms my cold, black, Michigander heart.
FEELING…Cold. I know. You’re surprised.
Boo: I think I’m going to call Papa “Dude.”
Me: I think you’re going to call your Papa “Papa.”
Boo: But he’s a dude!
Me: He’s your grandpa. Call him Papa.
Boo: FINE. Then you can call me “Dude.”
Me: I’ll call you “Dude” when you’re old enough to watch and appreciate The Big Lebowski.
Me: That rug really tied the room together.
Boo: We don’t have a rug.
Me: Maybe we should get one.
Boo: You got it, Dude.
Boo: Mommy. You got it, Mommy.
I found myself thinking back to my freshman year of college, when I coined the…
laying on the floor thinking about stuff
…playlists that I still make today.
If you’ve been there, then you know – dorm rooms weren’t very big. My roommate 202 and I did ended up doing the laying down listening to music thing all the time. The songs I listened to back then are like therapy. Play me some Something Corporate and I’m right back there in my dorm room with the smell of burnt popcorn from down the hall and the sound of various friends yelling up at our window, because we were right above the door to the lobby.
So, I started making a list of those songs. The ones that pretty much summed up that year of life, because for some reason, that’s one of those really vivid years in my memory. I even went back and looked at an old journal and found out that Yes, these songs are those memories, and if you’re ever trying to time travel ala Christopher Reeves, this is what you should listen to.
I didn’t even realize how much the songs resonated in my memory until I re-read various portions of Hook Ups, Let Downs, and the other Nine Inches.
Dean started hanging out in my room a lot more. After dinner, when Nicole went off to rehearsal, he’d come over, eating my food and sneaking in beer. He and I had what I considered a real college friendship. We’d bash W . and contemplate how the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s had saved us from teenage angst.
I lay down on the floor of the dorm room. I had the Yeah Yeah Yeahs playing on repeat, Karen O wailing over and over.
“They don’t love you like I love you…” I whispered along, not able to move, or not wanting to.
Yeah. Karen O was pretty much my best friend in 2005.
The Time Traveling List of Songs that L.A. overplayed in 2005
- Jack’s Mannequin – The Mixed Tape
- Jack’s Mannequin – Bruised
- Matt Nathanson – Angel
- Matt Nathanson – I Saw
- Something Corporate – Walking By
- Something Corporate – Punk Rock Princess
- Death Cab for Cutie – Photobooth
- Lifehouse – You & Me
- Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Modern Romance/Poor Song
- Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Maps
Do you have any memories that are triggered by music? Any songs that just resonate a time or a place or a person for you?
It’s honestly kind of relaxing to write the currently. This is my third Sunday, currently (Read One and Two here) and I feel a little better about posts constantly going up here on Chicks in the Mitt, because the prompts just clear my head out of all the drivel that gets in the way. You know who else likes writing prompts? English Teachers — like the one that had me write about the time my house caught fire while I was in the shower.
That’s a story, for real.
R E A D I N G Millions of old school assignments. I booted up an old family computer to pull off some tax information and found basically all my school work saved from about 6th grade through senior year of high school. I was quite the little story teller.
W R I T I N G Valentine’s Cards, to go out for #LettersFromLA. I’ve been taking part in A Month of Letters, which means I’ve sent a piece of mail out every possible day of February thus far. You’re welcome, Grandma.
L I S T E N I N G to The Civil Wars’ cover of Between the Bars. I love the Civil Wars, so when I heard on NPR that an EP would be released on iTunes, I got excited and have been listening to this on repeat ever since. Also awesome — their cover of I Want You Back is amazing.
T H I N K I N G that I really wish I had more capable video making capabilities, because I love singing some of Joy Williams’ (of the Civil Wars) harmonies. Harmonizing with me, myself, and my sub par guitar skills sounds like a good time.
W I S H I N G I had a little bit more skill at guitar. Granted, considering the amount of time I’ve dedicated to it, I’m not terrible. But I kind of am. And I definitely wish I was better. Anyone giving out guitar lessons for free? Bueller? Bueller?
H O P I N G for no soreness tomorrow. I spent part of the morning and early afternoon snowboarding with my old friend Arrington and his girlfriend. This brings my grand total of times I have snowboarded to four. Yes, I did fall. Mostly because I chose to fall, since I’m not very good at just stopping. Anyone not giving away free guitar lessons that is giving away free snowboard lessons?
W E A R I N G two different pairs of pants with zippers at the ankles. I’m so 1999. I don’t even know how one ends up with two pairs of ankle zipping pants, let alone ends up wearing them simultaneously, like some sort of zippered superhero.
L O V I N G that I’m going to see The LEGO movie today. Boo might be excited, but I am ecstatic.
W A N T I N G some Hot Cocoa, because that seems like the appropriate drink for the winter activities thing that I did earlier.