Having a killer weekend.
What's that, you say? It's not a weekend? peon. Work stopped at 3pm Saturday, i rode 15 miles home and listened to fiction. Then I got to the lounge and had two glasses of champagne and a delicious salad with chex mix on it. Then I got on the plane and had Woodford and realized that Lord of War hasn't aged so well and what a fuckin' shame it is that it starred Nicolas Cage instead of John Cusack, who it was most obviously supposed to star. Then I actually got to sleep in my own bed.
Then I got to get up, take my daughter to swimming and then buy her a big girl bike. Then I helped my wife make blackberry jelly from blackberries we picked down the street and then take my daughter to coffee. Then we picked up the big girl bike and she got to ride it all around. Then i got to catch up on Game of Thrones and sleep in my own bed again.
Then yesterday I got to watch the eclipse through a cereal box, which was rad, and borrowed the neighbor's eclipse glasses, which was rad, and then go visit the kids next door to use their eclipse glasses but they weren't using eclipse glasses they were using sunglasses and had been for the past hour and what the fuck do you do with that considering they're pretty much the closest I've ever gotten to calling CPS but having put a social worker through grad school up here and having met legit babysnatchers within this county system I'm unconvinced that fostering of any kind would be better than what they have so out of sight out of mind and then I got to go to a junkyard and pull parts for my father in law and I realized that it's been so long since I've done that that every car there didn't exist the last time I was in a junkyard so that was weird. Yet somehow I still had to pull a power steering bracket's bracket's bracket off an AMC Straight 6 because Chrysler is THAT FUCKING LAME. At least you don't have to slap the trunk to see if rattlesnakes come out around here. And then i got to go to Moonshine BBQ and have a 4-sampler of local bourbon for $14 and buy a bunch of used books about watches and clocks because unlike LA, where nobody reads, Seattle has a fucking book chain that sells used books and we also bought grocery stand corn and beans from the stand that has raw milk and awesome Syrian halvah and then we went to the butcher and I bought a fuckin' pound of beef jerky and then I got to pick up my kid and help her ride her big girl bike and barbecue some frickin' amazing tarragon chicken sausages with drop biscuits and home-made blackberry jelly and grilled corn and catch up on John Oliver and snake the bathtub drain 12 feet and sleep in my own bed again.
And now I'm surrounded by seven HD surveillance cameras I don't have time to install, blasting Israeli remixes of Juno Reactor through my Genelecs and drinking coffee out of a mug my daughter made me and fuckin' A I'm a gonna go running soon and it's gonna be tits.
Tonight? Tonight I don't get to sleep in my own bed. Tonight I get to land, take a Lyft to work and then mix until 4am.
But that's hours away.