Friday, May 13, 2011

All Good Things Must Come To an End (A Joke)

I have spent the evening watching old Cheers episodes on Netflix. I don't think there's annything in the world that makes me feel like a kid again as much as the sounds and colors of Cheers. The theme song. Somebody saying "Cheers is filmed before a live studio audience." The snappy bass-intensive jazz as an outside scene of the bar or somewhere in Boston is shown. And then into the episode. Cheers and Taxi and MASH. The shows that were shown in reruns after the news during my high school years. I don't know why it's those shows in particular that stir up such vivid memories, or really rather just feelings. No particular head pictures come into view, but more like stomach feelings. The world seems like a different world now than the world that I associate with Cheers, but I think that I'm pretty certain that it's me that's changed, more than the world.

I had the day off today and headed to the beach. A nice 3 hour drive down, listening to a mix of Fleet Foxes, K.D. Lang, Paul Simon, and Robbie Robertson. A nice 3 hours hanging out at the beach, swimming (Damn cold. Nobody else in the water), and a nice 3 hour drive home, listening to a mix of Fleet Foxes, K.D. Lang, Paul Simon, and Robbie Robertson (the Robbie Robertson and kd lang held up surprisingly well to 6 hours of repeated listening - the Paul Simon and Fleet Foxes, not so much). I got a bit of a sunburn, although it wasn't sunny the whole time I was there, a little cloudy when I first got there. I ate a hotdog and an ice cream. I read a little Jack London. I thought about going in an arcade, then decided I would be too depressed when the video games cost more than twenty five cents. All-in-all it was a good day. Got a chance to relax and reflect, to get off the feet for a little while, and to get tossed around by the waves a little bit.

The Jeanners gets back tomorrow. I am looking forward to her return. Life is very lonely without her. Plus, I stop eating vegetables and my poop gets weird.

Through the wonders of Facebook, our old friend Tina B. and her boyfriend will be stopping by in Baltimore on an East Coast roadtrip that they're taking next week. Tina B. is a friend from high school that the Jeanners and I haven't seen for about 15 years. Yikes. She's also the girl that taught me that girls can be freaks, too. And I mean that in the best possible way. She is a true original, and I look forward to seeing her and hearing what life is like for her.

Jeannie has put the kibosh on my plans to have a drywalling party after she gets back into town tomorrow. However, Sunday - drywalling party.

1 comment:

Brian said...

I feel the same way about Simpsons, Fresh Prince and Seinfeld.