Yeah, I could have blogged on Monday. I took the day off to recover from the weekend (and boy oh boy was it nice), even though I didn't have nearly as much to recover from as say, Sam did. Sam went to all three days of Lollapalooza, and that last day was a killer. I know, because I was there. I think part of the reason I didn't blog is that I don't feel like I have very much to say about it. I only saw three bands (Kings of Leon, MMJ, and PJ), and I kind of liked it that way. I'm not cut out for festivals. They just don't work for me, as musical events. Nonetheless, I went, and of course, it was stifling and disgusting on Sunday. I don't think I was cool once from the moment I walked out the door at 3 until the moment I got home at 10:20. Some moments were hotter than others, but for the most part, I just felt sweaty and gross and more tired and more tired as the night wore on. And you know, the music was fine.
Saturday was my 10-year high school reunion, and it was fine. I saw one of my closer friends for the first time in years--he's a dad now, and that's pretty darn surreal. I also talked to a few other people who I was glad to talk to, and then, when things started getting fratty, I left. It wasn't bad, and it's wasn't the best time ever. I drank some beers, I felt like smoking, I repeated my life story fifty million times. There were no nametags. That's kind of weird, isn't it? I barely recognized most people. Anyway, it's over, and I suppose there'll be another one in another 10 years. One night, every ten years? Worth it. Plus I got to spend all day Saturday with my mooj, and that's always enjoyable. We cooked a very nice dinner together, and that alone might have been worth it. I miss my mom's cooking, I'll tell you what.
Now I'm sitting at my desk, once again killing time. I've become crossword obsessed even more than I was--I bought a Sunday crossword book, and those f-ers take me hours, and even then, I'm using my librarian skills to ferret out answers from the internet. You know things are bad, though, because I'm doing crosswords at home. Before, it was a work-thing. A killing time thing. And now, it's a love thing. I love them. I don't foresee getting sick of them, either. The other thing I'm going to start doing (as soon as Sam gets me the requisite supplies) is start studying up on this year's pro football stats. I'm totally nerdy, and I'm not content anymore to just read Peter King and ESPN the mag's analysis. Oh no, I need to go all in. I'm half-way cringing about liking football so much, and and half-way ecstatic that the season's starting very soon. Last night, I told Sam that we couldn't fly on a Sunday (at some point this fall, we're going to visit his parents in SoCal) or if the Bears were playing MNF, we couldn't fly on a Monday. He thinks I'm crazy, but I'm serious, too. I'm not missing any Bears games. Sunday will be NFL day in the Efro-Mano household. Sam better get used to it. Pro Football Prospectus, here I come. You readers, prepare yourself for even more football talk this coming fall/winter. I'm boning up, and this year, I'm not going to sound like an idiot when I talk about it.
Back to the crosswords.
I love that you got my crossword gene and there are signs that the football gene is emerging big time. LOL!!!
Posted by: Dadmo | August 13, 2007 at 10:18 AM