The wheel in the sky, it indeed keeps on turnin'
Last night, we celebrated stef-is-super's birthday with a dinner followed by chocolate pie with brownie bits topped with whipped cream and toffee chunks! Yum!
Tonight we're going to a Journey sing-a-long featuring band videos and live accompaniment. It promises to be awesomely bad! Woot! Break out yer mullet wigs and start cryin'!
Tomorrow we turn in our keys to the old place and say goodbye to that haven of silverfish with the outdoor(?) laundry room and the les enfants terribles across the ravine. (Um, we don't care to listen to what you're listening to at 3am.)
Saturday we relax, take in the local Pride parade, and unpack. And unpack. And unpack. Oh, yeah, and unpack some more.
4 comments:
Rub it in, why don't you. Don't stop believing. Hold on to that feeling. Street light, people-oh-oh-oh
(Seriously though, every time I hear that song, I think of the Eileen Wuornos skating rink scene from the movie Monster.)
If you were the mean old lady neighbor like me, you would call the cops on les enfants terrible. When did I get this old and cranky?
Dixie, I'm "old and cranky" too, so no worries there.
I guess one has to be 19 or 23 or whatever to have the energy and appreciation for crap music being blasted in the wee hours of the morning. Personally, I like to sleep. :-)
If the actual Steve Perry shows up, you BETTER call me. I'll even answer the phone.
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