I ate Subway again today, and now I’m sitting in my bed drinking a beer writing this blog. It’s been a hell of a long week. I’m listening to Mumford and Sons “Broken Crown” right now. Holy balls this is a good song.
I took care of the following things for the party today:
I got some osb/plywood for the band to set their equipment on. I bought a fog machine…or 2, and a black light.
See what I did there? Put my muthafriggin NAME on that thing that I made…That way when it becomes famous, papa gets some pageviews. BRILLIANT.
Other things I did for the party: got the port-o-potty delivered, I burned some leaves, and started cleaning out the garage.
My buddy Chris donated fog machine liquid…he’s bad ass…and I hear he has to work so he can’t make the party. He’s good people.
Tomorrow I have to go pick up the beer pong table, more firewood, the burn barrel and mobile fire-pit, cut my grass, burn the rest of the leaves, get the kegs, buy party supplies, set up the tiki torches and the fog machines, and get into costume….
So have you decided on a Halloween costume?
This is what I was going to do:
I love John Cusack. He’s a great actor. The Raven blew goats. He’s still a great actor. I couldn’t get it together in time.
So now I’m kinda up shit creek. I need a costume by tomorrow night. I don’t want to buy it. I have an emergency backup that I’ll have to explain all night…but still…it’s solid and there is absolutely no way anyone else does it. We’ll see…
Last weekend I dressed as a chicken and went to a party…here’s what the host looked like:
I mean COME ON…I’ve gotta bring my A game.
I will, don’t you worry your pretty little head.
In order for me to get all my shit done, my mom took Larry tonight. That reminds me of a text she sent me the other day. To put all the particulars in context, my brother Alex works in the film industry in California, and I got a speeding ticket like a month and a half ago in another county and I’ve been trying to figure out what exactly I need to do to contest it, but they’ve been really confusing on the phone and I’ve had to call back multiple times.
This is the text I got:
I realize my mom’s name in my phone is her first name, get over it.
But how perfectly “Mom” is this text. She reminds me of something, tells me good news about my brother, and wants to know something people her age don’t know about. It is truly the trifecta of mom-texts.
I told her that steam punk was like hipsters with copper. She didn’t get it. So here’s what I said about steam punk to my mother, “It’s kinda like if 1950’s metal work was applied to modern technology in a post-apocalyptic world. Like Mad Max with an iphone with a copper steam powered battery attached to it.
She got the gist.
Alright I’m absolutely exhausted. I’m hitting the bedroom area. I might have another beer or 7, who knows. I wish you a solid Friday night, and I’ll see a LOT of you tomorrow I’m hoping.
If you like this blog, share it with your friends and family. Maybe not grandma…unless she already knows what steampunk is….then absolutely show it to her. Also, she should probably like swear words like shit, ass, and douchenozzle.