Ellen came through with a big fattie tonightThere's nothing weird at all about smoking a joint with a woman the same age as your mother, on Mother's Day.That was _not_ the Otis Day and the Knights from Animal House. As much as everyone wanted to tell me they were, I am going with it "not" being them. Thus my goal of having seen both Morris Day & the Times and Otis Day & the Knights is unfulfilled. These guys were "Otis & Old School" and I am quite sure they are not the same, despite what people tried to tell me.I have pics, but they are blurry and thus represent my current state of mindwill post tomorrow probably.Morris Day & the Times were awesome. Though watching them in what basically amounted to a garage was strange. Stranger was that they were opening for Gin Blossoms. Stranger still is that most of the crowd left after Morris Day & the Times finished. Gin Blossoms put on a good show, dammit. Small world, Dr. Jones. "Too small for two of us."What am I doing? I mean, really, what am I doing? 52 weekends a year. That's it. And this is how I'm spending them? Drunk and at baseball games? Stoned and watching fake movie bands? I'm four months from being old. I'm not down with letting this happen. I wonder, sometimes, if the ubiquity of the Internet has created a mindset of avoidance. I can write more about that later, but basically it means ... things.What am I doing?
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