Staggering under the working man’s burden of taxes, bills, and societal obligations, we settle in on the bus for the morning’s commute – sit by me! sit by me! – and consult the Mighty iPod.
O Mighty iPod, Head-Phoned Bringer of Subtle In-Public Grooving, Harbinger of Funky Weekend Hijinx! What’s the haps?
Colossal by Wolfmother
When My Baby’s Beside Me by Big Star
The Puzzle by Brother Ali
Crazy by Gnarls Barkley
Red Hot by Jurassic 5
You The Man by The Sensational Joint Chiefs
For the Girl by The Fratellis
And there you have it. Crazy, red hot? You the man for the girl? You know what that means, don’t you?
Yep! It’s almost time for Misfit Christmas!
Misfit Christmas will be held the day after Christmas, in the attic, aka “The Urban Cabin” at Chez Perle.
As usual, there will be beers of all kinds (room temperature and cold), clam chowder, home-made caramels, and a rousing dice game that involves stealing presents from each other.
And if you’re not careful, Willie will sing Motorhead again and cause the cats to run up the drapery.
If this year’s party is anything like last year’s, the party will start at 7:00 and will eventually dwindle down to a half-dozen or so of us, pre-pre-dawn, earnestly gathered around the remaining candles with the remaining beer, talking smart and solving the world’s problems.
No, no need to thank us! It’s what we’re here for.
Actually, it’s what we’re all here for.
Now where’s my beer?
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