November 5, 2004 - Blog off the starboard bow!
Yes, well...it's been a rough couple of months, but it's getting better. I went MIA for a bit - had some stuff that needed attending (actually, it was someone else's stuff, and I do tend to dive right in when help is needed).
So, to tender my report on Sacramento:
It's hot.
It's boring.
I became very comfortable with driving really goddamned fast on I-80. ("Sorry if I was speeding Officer. I thought that sign said 90mph, but it went by awfully fast...")
If I have to hear one more damn DJ announce, as if he were the first one to say so, and were, in fact, the pinnacle or broadcast cleverness, that the new Green Day album was destined to be the 'album of the year' just before playing Boulevard of Broken Dreams for the EIGHT HUNDREDTH TIME THAT FREAKIN' HOUR, I swear Ima gonna start shootin'.
In a couple of years when that Maroon 5 song makes it to the karaoke lexicon I am gonna be so damn prepared! (2 hours or more of commute every day in a car with only no cd player, a broken iRock, and your only tapes consisting of Journey, Concrete Blonde, Led Zepplin and some random tape that seems to have been made as a cruel joke by my high school roommate [for the love of god it has Extreme on it - it WOULD take More Than Words to express how embarrassed I was when my husband popped that anonymous tape in and then just stared at me as I tried to protest that I hadn't made it....I SWEAR TO YOU!!!!!] left me with a lot of sing-along time).
There is no burrito delivery.
Pizza places won't deliver beer.
As far as I am concerned, these last two mark the absolute conditions by which Sacramento is proved to be utterly uncivilized.
My sister is doing better, though.
So, to tender my report on Sacramento:
It's hot.
It's boring.
I became very comfortable with driving really goddamned fast on I-80. ("Sorry if I was speeding Officer. I thought that sign said 90mph, but it went by awfully fast...")
If I have to hear one more damn DJ announce, as if he were the first one to say so, and were, in fact, the pinnacle or broadcast cleverness, that the new Green Day album was destined to be the 'album of the year' just before playing Boulevard of Broken Dreams for the EIGHT HUNDREDTH TIME THAT FREAKIN' HOUR, I swear Ima gonna start shootin'.
In a couple of years when that Maroon 5 song makes it to the karaoke lexicon I am gonna be so damn prepared! (2 hours or more of commute every day in a car with only no cd player, a broken iRock, and your only tapes consisting of Journey, Concrete Blonde, Led Zepplin and some random tape that seems to have been made as a cruel joke by my high school roommate [for the love of god it has Extreme on it - it WOULD take More Than Words to express how embarrassed I was when my husband popped that anonymous tape in and then just stared at me as I tried to protest that I hadn't made it....I SWEAR TO YOU!!!!!] left me with a lot of sing-along time).
There is no burrito delivery.
Pizza places won't deliver beer.
As far as I am concerned, these last two mark the absolute conditions by which Sacramento is proved to be utterly uncivilized.
My sister is doing better, though.
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