Month: July 2007

Eric Clapton is . . .

. . . guitar solos that make me catch my breath. A crazy female dj in Memphis who used to moan “oh, Eric” during her shift every day. The best use of music in a movie montage. The reason windows make me nervous. The music that made Amy flip in my tummy and sleep in […]

place your bets (again)

Doug leaves town on Sunday for SEVEN days of playing Boy Scout. I feel dizzy and a little nauseous just typing those words. So, what will break while Doug is away? a. dishwasher b. washing machine c. dryer d. air conditioning e. other Two of the choices involve potential floods inside the house, but the […]

The Eagles are . . .

. . . lyrics that have grown and matured along with my generation. A sexy looking group of guys having drinks in the lobby of The Peabody. Joe Walsh at Mud Island, one of the easier places for a minor to get alcohol. The only cassette that we found in my grandfather’s car after his […]

Bindlestiff Review

Thanks to Jack FM, Doug and I took our teenagers, one of their friends and my father to the Bindlestiff Family Cirkus. I think they should change their name to just the Bindlestiff Cirkus or Bindlestiff Karn Evil. Yes, I knew that the show was pg-13 and contained vaudeville and burlesque elements. I imagined scantily […]

Sarah says:

“Our flag teacher says it’s okay if we just wear shorts and a sports bra for practices.” Oh, really?

if I could only remember

I want to write a review of tonight’s circus at the Bijou, but I can’t until I find a picture of a tattooed, fire-eating bridesmaid. I know that doesn’t make sense unless you’ve seen the picture. It will make sense when I find it. I promise. Update: I’m tired and frustrated at my inability to […]

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

I hopped in the van after Eureka (which managed to escape unscathed from the corner they worked themselves into last season) and realized I hadn’t driven in two weeks. I was quickly remembering why I dislike driving at night when an empty water bottle rolled between my foot and the brake. I missed my turn […]