:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 7.08.2003 ::

My last four days have been O-town saturated.

Begin at 9pm on Thursday: Drive from Tacoma to Sea-Tac. Fly from Seattle to Dallas, fly from Dallas to Omaha. Walk across the city. Visit home to suprise my father for his 50th birthday. Grill chicken dinner and watch fireworks. Drive to friends' house, play cards until dawn. Sleep. Wake up and work on motorcycle - burn in the summer sun. Help parents move furniture for remodeling of house. Go swimming. Grill steaks for dinner. Pick up old friend, visit tons of friends. Play poker and almost double my money. Eat at IHOP. Drive to Epply Airport. Fly to Dallas, fly to Seattle. Whew.

I would like to thank everyone who made an appearance this weekend, either at the airport, at the walk, at my house, at someone else's house, or at the airport. You are what make all the miles worthwhile. I promise that in August I will be around long enough to chat awhile.

Making the Scene: Tonight I was riding in the car when the DJ on the radio began to speak. I hate this situation, but just before I change the channel, I hear the phrase "Saddle Creek Records," so I turn an attentive ear. This DJ is raving about the "up-and-coming" music scene from Omaha. "The greatest indie music scene" - he goes on and on about this. Good for them - too bad no one realizes the best music in Omaha isn't rockin' on the Creek.

"I'll tell you what's wrong with you - I'll tell you what's wrong with me too. I'll tell you everything about me..."
:: Freddy F. at 12:23 AM [+] ::