December 28th, 2006 by Atomictumor
So, I brought MastaG’s suitcase over, which he really wanted because it was chock full of toys. I mean, he had clothes too, but that wasn’t the issue. I strangled him a little bit, talked with BJ’s folks for a spell, and headed off to have a night to myself.
Thats a woot, folks.
So, I say “Hmm, AT, lets mosey by the record store and see what they have.”
“OK. But you just bought a lot of records.”
“What are we talking about?”
“Right.”
So to the record store we went (I went, me and my, uh, imagination), and found a couplea White Stripes records, Elephant and De Stijl. Now, both of these guys I’ve been itching to have on vinyl for some time now. Never mind the fact that the records are attractively colored white and red, they’re damn good analog kinda records, and good assed music.
I head over to the checkout to buy em, and…
No wallet.
Because the damn thing was sitting on the bed from when I took out the insurance card to make the appointment (that I finally made after talking to like 5 different people).
Sigh.
So, I moseyed back home, and here I am. Got the wallet, but the records are way and hell back in Knoxville. I drove the Volvo, and listened to Rubber Factory by The Black Keys whilst on the road, and it was a damn enjoyable experience, but not one that I think I’m ready to duplicate.
But darnitall, that record would sound good in my record player…
Hmm…
December 28th, 2006 at 4:31 pm
Glad you made the apt. If not for yourself, you’ve done it for your kids : )
Bummer about the wallet though!
December 28th, 2006 at 4:51 pm
go get the records and grab something to eat while you are out. i would be beside myself with the joy of freedom if i were {longing} alone for an evening. it was even pleasingly peaceful sitting in the dentist’s chair “alone” for a few hours this morning.
December 28th, 2006 at 5:07 pm
Yes, releived about the apt. here too, AT. Sorry to hear about the ‘Wasn’t Meant To Be Incident’… hope the time alone does you some good tonight. Me, when I’m in a bad way, I isolate, but hate being alone at the same time. Pretty paradoxical, but I suppose we’re not all made to make sense. Understatement of this tired old year. Hang in there.
December 28th, 2006 at 6:00 pm
I ruined all of my records in the late ’80s early ’90s when I thought it would be cool to “scratch”
I kick myself for being such an ass!
December 28th, 2006 at 6:47 pm
So glad you made the appt.
Hope you went and got the records. You are worht the effort. even if it is your own effort.
December 28th, 2006 at 6:52 pm
Haven’t gone yet, was at Daco’s house, where his lovely wife made us a tasty dinner. It was good stuff.
I’m heading out in a sec, tho, for the records, and a nice cafe.