Silly Me
I’m about to go out to a Kal Spelletick show and it’s 9:27 and I think I am going to blog tonight—not likely.
Kal is a die hard, 40 something, blow shit up artist, and we want to go and show the middle aged blowing shit up love.
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Little cluster fuck—we, meaning Laurie, Ron and I, were trying to get together at 8 or so, but then I went to the gym, and then Lauire was MIA, thank you cell phone technology, and the biggest fan of blowing shit up, Ron, just called and confesses he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
The difference between this configuration of trying to have fun, and 20 years ago, is that 1- we had endless insane energy and relished our hangovers, and 2- and more real, we can’t abandon a night for the next day, unless it’s planned.
I will write about the middle-aged blow shit up show if I get back in time…or maybe tomorrow.
