I’m sitting here typing with The’Mats’ “Please to Meet Me” coming through the headphones. My ass is kind of sore because I’ve spent the past 24 hours kicking myself, hard, for not going to see RiotFest in Toronto. My pal Vodo is in Canada and sending me messages that have left me so filled with envy that I don’t even know what to do with myself.
So great was my envy that yesterday I dusted some things. I dusted. I never dust. I also pulled roughly 35 books from my shelf and various hidey holes of my house and put them in a box to bring to Goodwill.
I just have to keep whispering “Joan Jett. You get to see Joan Jett. Joan Jett” over and over to myself lest I lose my mind. Can someone die of envy?
I spent a few hours this morning catching up on work that I didn’t do on Friday due to many factors, most of which involved my new record player.
Then it was time for a quick shower and off to Grumpy’s to meet up with Robin and her lovely, Matilda-reading, cryptid-drawing daughter Clara Jane. This was a meeting a longtime in the making. Robin & I have been reading each other’s blogs for like eight or nine years now. She was in town for her cousin Wendy’s wedding.
It was a glorious! I love when I have a chance to totally geek out about music with another woman who listens to music like I do. And Robin’s like a real-deal musicgeek and not the sorta-musicgeek but really more of a booknerd like I am. Plus she’s a writer working on a Woody Guthrie book. It was so much fun that in a blink of an eye three hours had passed and she was late for her next event and I was going to be late for Family Dinner.
Of course it was no big deal that I was late, because Social Working Sisters #2 & #3 spent seventy-seven years talking shop about domestic violence advocacy and the proper way to run support groups. It was boring. Well kind of boring because every 39 seconds, Liam pushed Ninjini (pictured right) into my face and shouted “IN YOUR FACE! IN YOUR FACE!”
It appears that a few weeks ago while listening to my 936th conversation about Skylanders, I had proclaimed Ninjini the awesomest of all the Skylanders. This weekend The Tibbles finally procured her — the last on at Toys’R’Us — and I think I’m supposed to be jealous.
Finally, as I was about to doze off I asked if we had gossiped about Sister #4 yet. The rest of the family cheered at the change of subject.
Then, of course, came the time to watch the tweets come in from The Replacements’ show at RiotFest in Toronto. I got a euphoric contact buzz from everyone there. I thought there would be more envy and kicking of my own ass, but there wasn’t. It was just pure happiness that this was happening and people were enjoying it and in twenty days it will be my turn. I cannot wait until Chicago. Even watching the videos puts a damn smile on my face.
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The “It’s (Insert Day of Week) and I’m Boring” is a series that Christa and I do to pay homage to the beauty of old-school blogging. (I totally copied this nice explanation from Christa).