When you believe they call it rock and roll

Dear Megan,

It was a good weekend around these parts. I have totally spoiled myself by going out on a Friday for the past two weekends. I don't know what I'll do now that my Friday nights have again been reduced to crying at the end of Friday Night Lights, drinking a beer all by my lonesome, and falling asleep to Sportscenter. As the late, great Warren Zevon sang, "Poor, poor, pitiful me!"

Evan and I went to see Spoon this weekend. It was a good show. We got there right before the show started, so we spent a good bit of time trying to find a decent place to stand. (This process was impeded somewhat by the third member of our party, Lane, who was walking on crutches due to a skateboarding accident. [And yes, it's true. His name is Lane. Reminds me of Pretty in Pink: "Blane? His name is Blane?!? That's a major appliance, that's not a name!" And yes, it's also true that he severely injured himself skateboarding. In the small world category, he lives on the same street as Marty Gorham and Evan's ex-girlfriend. Small world!]) There were a lot of tall people there, most of them standing in front of me (and one guy who, though not terribly tall, had a GIANT HEAD), but we finally found a place in the back where I was able to stand up on a rail to see.

I would like you to know that I had to wear a Yankees hat to the show. I lost a bet to Evan regarding the words to the "My Buddy" ad. (Having confused the words to "My Buddy" and"Kid Sister", I thought the words were "My Buddy, My Buddy, wherever I go he's gonna go!" In actuality, it is " . . . wherever I go, he goes!" Let this be a lesson to you, in case you are ever faced with a similar wager.) The bet was that whoever was wrong had to dress up like either Run or DMC. (Evan came up with that one, and how could I possibly welch on a bet that good?) I didn't have any Kangol hats to wear, so I had to go with the Yanks. The only good thing about said wager was that I got to get some kick-ass Adidas with light blue stripes. They were on clearance. The resemblance is uncanny, no?




I was going to send the hat to you, but it was really uncomfortably small. Because, as I realized yesterday, it's a child's hat. Anywhos, it was good times all around. Video below.


"The Beast and Dragon, Adored", my favorite Spoon tune.

"The Underdog", my second-favorite Spoon tune, played directly after "The Beast and Dragon, Adored". This is information about which I had advanced knowledge because I was able to check out the set-list from my perch in the back.



Ella had a soccer game on Saturday and kicked ass again. Most of her teammates got in on the action, too, so that was fun for everyone. The sucky part of the whole business was that the league decided that it was "Silent Soccer Saturday", so we couldn't cheer. It was the dumbest thing that I have ever heard of. All of these parents were watching their kids score their first goals of the season and they couldn't even cheer for them? I don't think that 4-year olds really understand the regulations for Silent Soccer; they were just wondering why we didn't cheer at the appropriate times. I finally decided to hell with it. According to St. Augustine, "An unjust law is no law at all." I think the maxim holds for stupid laws, too.

After the soccer festivities, we loaded up the minivan and went to the Vandy game. The formidable opponent this week was Miami of Ohio. It was a game much like many you may recall from our days as undergraduates. Vandy was supposed to win big but still found a way (cough four turnovers cough) to keep the RedHawks in the game for much of the afternoon. We had a good time, though. Ella and Luke were able to join us, and I could see a little of the drill sergeant coming out in Ella at times.

I spent most of Sunday watching football and exercising my dislike of the Patriots. (Seriously, I do not like those guys.) Kevin's parents came down for a couple of days, so Kevin and his pops are working on the bathroom. They're almost done with the plumbing. Not sure what comes next--floors or walls. So much mystery, so little time.

Alrighty, then. I hope you're doing well. I gotta run--I've spent so much time blogging that it's lunchtime!

love, molly

ps--RIP, Porter Wagoner. Heaven is definitely more sparkly today.

pps--Congrats to the Red Sox on their resounding World Series sweep. It was nice of A-Rod to steal their thunder by announcing he's leaving the Yankees in the fifth inning of the deciding game. What a dick. He even made Peter Gammons mad!

previous post title source: "Splish Splash", Bobby Darin. I used to LOVE that song when I was a kid. It was on those Time Life oldies tapes, along with "Rockin' Robin", "Chantilly Lace", and the like.