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Post by steveternal on Apr 3, 2013 14:58:47 GMT -5
I wish I was super rich, so that I could hire William Shatner to be my live-in serenader, on call 24/7. Any song I choose, any time. My first pick would be "Love Is a Battlefield". He'd tear it up.
I hung out with this girl on Friday and she was pretty, cool, nice, etc., etc. a million other reasons I should like her, but I just didn't feel like there was any chemistry. Which bummed me out.
Huh, I'd give her a second try. If you guy's just casually hung out, maybe kick it up a notch. Do something you are more interested in or a little more exciting and see if things click.
Yeah, I think I'm going to try again. I was in a weird mood last weekend. We also went to a loud concert, which is not conducive to conversation.
Huh, I'd give her a second try. If you guy's just casually hung out, maybe kick it up a notch. Do something you are more interested in or a little more exciting and see if things click.
Yeah, I think I'm going to try again. I was in a weird mood last weekend. We also went to a loud concert, which is not conducive to conversation.
For a second date, I'd suggest entering her. It usually gives you a pretty good sample size of what you'll be working with. Plus, what's better as an ice-breaker than penetration?
You're just too young to grasp how stylin' I really was. All the boys wanted to do me when I was 5. Actually the girls did too. My haircut was confusing.
Once upon a time, Kevin and I had a nice lazy afternoon after a night of Phish at Alpine. It was exceedingly pleasant.
That's what my boy Phil said about this picture, taken the day after he joined me in celebrating my Dirty Thirty birthday in the aforementioned manner.
I post this because Phil is no longer with us. His choice, his action; no explanation, only guesses. The first words from the first friend with whom I shared the news and put him in the ground were "God dammit! He had forty years ahead of him... and he was better than most people!" will stick with me always.
Phil was my boy from the beginning of college in 1999, when our dorm rooms were separated by just five doors, until about three weeks ago. Longer than most of my married age-peer friends have known their spouses.
Our many adventures on this Earth together included logging twelve thousand miles of road trips across this nation, including Radiohead headline appearances at Bonnaroo, Coachella and Lollapalooza. I've been to Bonnaroo ten times now, though Phil only came along for the ride about half the time. I know he's met some of you here, be it at a set, our campsite, or maybe even the brunch or two he attended even though he was but a lurker here.
I've been hearing a lot lately that Phil had the ability of leaving an impression even after brief meetings, so I just wanted to share since that could apply to some of you.
Not sure what else to say. It's been a rough few weeks on my end and I'm still dealing with facing the rest of my life without my best friend.
If you love someone, tell them.
And for my Bonnaroo purposes... pouring out PBR tall boys with our old college buddies I perennially camp with is an acceptable substitute for glass 40s, right? Or do I need some smuggling tips here?