I have to tell you about chicken in a can... I somehow brought this up last week because, come on, it's a pretty funny sort of thing to buy, and then today, I saw this... just opened the paper and there it was.
Here, on the eve of my ephemeral salvation, I realize many truths - sad, denied, embraced, revered. Take your pick.
For one, this is the first time I'm packing things in what people would call "luggage." Historically I have been more likely to pack 3 days worth into a backpack so I don't have to check baggage. I borrowed some luggage, though, so I didn't have to buy any (edit: I think I borrowed a small suitcase a few years ago. However, this will be the very first time I have ever wheeled something into an airport.
For two, I'm not sure if I will be able to just sit back and chill out. I'm pretty high strung lately.
For three, I forgot numbers four and five but they are inconsequential.
For six, my favorite Guinnslinger Trixie is fleeing the country! Due to miscommunication, reckless exaggeration and flat-out lies on my part she has come to believe that I am leaving permanently, and has been so despondent over the matter that she scheduled her own indefinite leave of absence! Perhaps we will meet up on another continent, and regale each other with tales of our travels over glasses of rum.
For seven, who has my book? I have been looking for it very hard.
I will forego the silly numbering system but I realized that I have never bought a beach towel, I don't like most of my clothes, I still don't have a passport and I've never been to Boston in the fall.
It's Mountain Dew (the soda) mixed with Irish potcheen (aka Mountain Dew). I'm hoping that everyone will pitch in with naming this drink. There's a good chance you don't know anyone but me who has ever had it. And I don't know anyone but me who has ever had it. Therefore, I get to name it. I'm kind of like an explorer. I find something that a ton of people already know about, but I get to claim it for my own because I don't know anyone who knows about it.
So far my best idea is a Double D, although I figure there is already a drink which bears that moniker. Also I think it's a stupid name for a drink. Mountain Dew + Mountain Dew. Mountain Mountain Dew Dew. Help me out here. Maybe something based on LedZep (puts on Misty Mountain Hop for inspiration). (none comes).
So, minutes later, I remember that I like Immigrant Song a lot more than I like Misty Mountain Hop. Henceforth, potcheen and Mountain Dew shall be known as an "Immigrant." Ask for it in your local bar, pub or tavern. Trixie, I expect both of these ingredients to be stocked from now on. And LJ, you can quit stacking empty Miller cans on my truck. I get it.
I didn't photoshop it so it's still huge. Bummer dude. "The cactus where your heart should be" just started playing. Yay Magnetic Fields! Also, I have been using up my brain at work. All these great posts are somehow dying between work and home. So, tonight I present you with a motion picture debut. One night I had a break between classes, and a paddle-ball paddle that had broken which I colored to look like a little tiny guitar. Or maybe a ukelele. My roommate had a webcam. We both had beer and half an hour to spare. BANGO! (P.S. upload speed with Fios is apparently not what they'd have you believe. So far it's been longer than the actual length of the video) (a lot longer). Is it even working? I guess I'll go watch Jimmy Fallon die a little more on The Late Show. Or whatever it's called that Conan used to do.
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