My bedroom overlooks Super Target and a liquor store so I'm guessing I'll be dreaming of dollar aisles and vodka sours, probably waking up with a headache and empty bank account.
Plus, it's across the street from the Shalom Home for Oldsies. I'm not sure if that's the official name, but I'll probably walk over to see if there are any Golden Girls fans over there. I can see it now: I'll be bringing over cheesecake to talk about what a slut puppy Blanche is with the ladies.
Things I hate about moving.
- Packing.
- Unpacking.
- Buying things.
Speaking of June. June 5th. Air Guitar Championships @ The Varsity. I went through a short lived, but intense phase of ordering documentaries off of Netflix and taping things off the Sundance channel 2 years ago. This included Air Guitar Nation. (To Air is Human). A doc featuring air guitarist Bjorn Turoque. I loved it. Partly because it was funny and partly because of the nostalgia is brought.
(omg, is that Jon from J&K+8?! No, it's C-Diddy from AGN. (that wasn't a clever way of spelling Asian, but now that I see it, it did make me laugh.)
I used to play air guitar while my bf air drummed to 80's music in his suburban back in the sem parking lot. All the other couples were probably making out and there we were, listening to Van Halen. Those were the days. The days that embarrass me more than you could ever know. RIP 19 year old, Christa. You will not be missed. Nor will that bf.Let me just tell you who WILL be missed: Danny Gokey.
PS. Canterbury opens this weekend. Who's ready for some $2 bets and $1 nachos?
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