2002-10-04 - 7:23 p.m.
It's Friday. Feels good. It's not like my schedule is all that hectic. I've mainly just been waiting for my Mike * storybook to show up. That's right. The other night, I had a bleary-eyed, internet surfing fest and ended up ordering Unchained: The Rise and Fall of Mike * (Alice in Chains) or something like that and Anodyne by Uncle Tupelo. I almost bought several other things, so I should be grateful that I got off so cheap.
Alice in Chains is a great band, but I am actually EXTREMELY surprised that such a book exists. After all, the band no longer does, and he was only the first bassist for them. I think he left when they were really popular because he had a big ole drug problem. Two things, though....
1) The lead singer died. (The band automatically becomes more intriguing.)
2) I think everyone who grew up in South Seattle (male and female, butt rocker or not) had a crush on the guy. He was a major hottie.
I hope he's still a hottie, but I'm not holding my breath because heroin can do some major damage. I wonder if he's missing teeth and has the mentality of a 7th grader? I hope not. I'll have to wait and find out. They might not cover that in the book.
Sonny is perfectly fine with my obsession. I don't know if you can call it an obsession if you only remember you have it every five years or so. I think he just likes to mock me and call me a rocker.
When I was in fifth grade I was friends with Mike *'s little sister, Melinda. I spent the night one night when he was having a big, cool eighth grader party. It scared me. I was a nerd. It's not like we were even invited. We were just in the same house. I called my mom. I tried to crawl out his parents' window with my pink, flowered suitcase. His sister was mad that I was a big nerd and wrestled me away from the window. I was also a wimp. I ended up having to walk through the party with my big pink overnight bag....shameful. Thus, began my obsession.
I wonder if Baby Lou will be a nerd. I'm torn. In some ways, I hope she has some nerd element to her. Most of the adults I'm most crazy about went through at least a slight bout of geekiness as children. It seems to build character and a sense of humor. On the other hand, I never want her to feel excluded or sad or take blows to her self-esteem. Ridiculous? Yes. I'm sure I'll become a little less overprotective as the years pass. It's just that she's such a shorty now. She needs me.
What else? Wednesday was our third wedding anniversary and tomorrow night we're staying in a schwank hotel downtown. My mom is spending the night with Lou. I'm so excited. It will be a little rough sleeping away from her, but we need some action, and we have not slept late in almost a year. I made reservations for brunch at 10am. Doh! What was I thinking? We never get to sleep past 6:30 anymore. I'm going to be starving. I'll deal.
Sonny just brought me some tea. That guy is alright. I burnt my tongue on it. Karma for talking about South Seattle hottie butt rockers? Possibly.
Hope you're all well. Sleep late.
