it's party time, it's excellent
2 posts in 2 days.
i'm on a roll.
last night we had 2 parties to go to.
it rocked.
the first one was a "stock the bar" party for some friends of ours who are getting married. that's a good theme for a party. and they had margaritas and beer and fajitas for the guests. great party.
the fajitas were excellent. the queso there was the best i've ever had. i wish i had asked where it came from. instead i just stuffed my face.
there were 2 cool dogs at the party. a boxer and a huge doberman. the boxer rocked. i normally think of boxers as big dogs. standing next to the doberman though it looked really small. like a little person. i bent over to pet it and it jumped up and tried to kiss me on the lips. then later it snuggled up beside me on the couch. it was a sweet dog. but then at some point it apparently drank margaritas and threw up on the kitchen floor and the owners of the house were pissed and made him go outside. i say its not his fault he threw up. i was going to go console him outside, but he'd already run away.
i feel bad for the doberman. not just the one there, but all dobermans. back in the 80s they were IT. they were THE dog to have to protect your house and scare people. then all of a sudden pit bulls and rotweilers came onto the scene. you never hear about people have dobermans as guard dogs anymore. in all those 80s movies and tv shows, it was always dobermans. where did pit bulls and rotts come from? out of nowhere it seemed. i bet it was the Chinese.
anyway, i feel bad the doberman lost his status as the big mean dog.
just as well i guess though. all the dobermans i've never known (2 or 3) have all been really nice and sweet.
i like that better.
so at the 'stock the bar' party someone requested some music. so the homeowner went over to the stereo to start it up. and the music kicked in, and everyone was ready to party, and then lynyrd skynyrd starting playing. i thought it was a joke. i think i even laughed. but it wasn't a joke, even though i continued to laugh. we listened to the whole Skynyrd greatest hits. and it was hilarious. i haven't heard Skynyrd at a party since college. i didn't know people still listened to it. it seems like it's one of those things you listen to in high school and college, and then that's it, unless you still drive a camaro or trans am or have a confederate flag bandana. but these people were rich. they had a huge, nice house. w/ nice furniture and a nice tv, and nice dogs. and they played Lynyrd Skynyrd for the party music. i laughed about it the whole night.
i had several Skynyrd tapes back in the day. i can honestly say that i haven't played them since college. i'm past it.
in college one time Skynyrd made me late for class. we'd been playing darts, with Skynyrd's Platinum and Gold on in the background. well Freebird came on. the live version. 15 minutes long. and class started in 8 minutes. you can't walk out in the middle of freebird--especially the live version---especially in college. i was late. when asked why, i just said "Freebird".
in high school, one of the first concerts i went to was Lynyrd Skynyrd and Bad Company and Drivin and Cryin. it was over 2 hours away but my friend troy and i were psyched to go see them. it was at an outdoor ampitheater and i remember walking up the pathway to get there, and this huge redneck biker type guy was coming back down the trail towards us. "No fuckin chains wallets!" he yelled. "No fuckin chain wallets!".
they apparently would not let you enter the venue if you were wearing a chain wallet.
that seemed like a pretty silly rule to me, and could sympathize with the biker man.
until i got into the concert.
and then i was glad that they didn't allow chain wallets.
troy and i sat there very quietly for the whole concert.
and then we ran back to the car.
Skynyrd fans were a little scary.
i remember when i found out soon after that that most of lynyrd skynyrd had actually died long before we saw them. i had no idea. and, also unknown to us, was that Paul Rodgers had left Bad Co. some time earlier to attempt a solo career. So there's a decent chance i saw 2 huge washed up bands made up of replacement singers. oh well. Drivin n Cryin had all their original members. and they rocked hard. and i still like them to this day.
and we didn't die at the concert.
it all worked out ok i guess.
the other party we stopped by afterwards. we made friends with some hippies recently. they came over and partied with us after mary's art show last weekend. and they invited us to their party this weekend. lots of hippies. some strangeys. it wasn't that fun truthfully. and i was tired. we didn't stay long. long enough for me to be freaked out by the pet guinea pig. it was weird. and it scared me. and this kid tried to play with it, and the guinea pig apparently lunged towards his jugular. i knew it was dangerous.
and then we came home and went to sleep.
i was beat from sitting outside most of the day.
it was 90 here yesterday, so i made my triumphant return to the river.
it was great.
still a little too cold to fully immerse myself, but i just sat in the shallow part and read a book.
life is grand.
the end
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