MONDAY HANGOVER: "I'll Put a Spell on You"

Hidey-ho, Junior Rangers! And welcome to the last week of summer.  It occurred to me this morning that with my first paycheque, I should go out and buy some fall-coloured wardrobish type things. I mean, I can't wear pastels after Labor Day, can I?   I'm liable to get made fun of by Jean for my clothing choices enough as it is, I don't need to give her ammo by wearing summery colours. Or does it really just not matter?

 

Weird office thing of the day:  me, the guy next to me, and Jean (who's two doors down) are all wearing varying shades of pastel purple today.   That's 3-out-of 4 attorneys in a row. Random? Or part of this Hurricane-induce/end of summer malaise everyone seems to be slipping into? I'll leave it to you, my loyal listeners.

 

Not much happened this weekend, and by GAWD that was a great thing!  I gave it a real long, hard thought, and realized that this past Saturday was the first weekend since BEFORE FINALS where I didn't have a wedding to go to, or finals/bar studying looming over every single thing I had to do.   I actually woke up (from strange legal dreams) and didn't know what to do about not having anything to do. Naturally, I went back to sleep, then spent the rest of the weekend on my couch.   I deserved it, dammit!

 

As for that paycheque, get this.  Tomorrow's payday, and since my direct deposit doesn't kick in for another two weeks, I get to have a paper one. Which is sweet, with the exception that since the very kind paylady is going to be out of the office tomorrow, I got it a day early. I know you're thinking, "exception? That sounds sweet as well!" I was inclined to agree with you, kemo sabe, but unfortunately, it's dated for tomorrow. Meaning the biggest paycheque of my life has just become the biggest cocktease of my life.   C'est la vie.

 

Back to the weekend—I really hope someone out there caught the Little League World Series, or at least the M*AZING final yesterday between Curacao and Hawaii.  Honest-to-God, this was one of the best Baseball games I've ever seen. It had it all, comeback-after-comeback, great pitching, incredibly solid 12-year-old defense, clutch hitting, drama, psycho Hawaiian kids with long blonde hair praying to God after every pitch and intimidating kids before throwing 74 mph fastballs past them, etc., etc..

 

Though the Hawaiians had some Bush-League tendencies (ie: flashing bunt EVERY TIME THEY TOOK A PITCH), I couldn't fault them for their perseverance, and I couldn't help but mark out when the crowd started with the Greatest Chant in the Universe, "U-S-A! U-S-A!"  Even though the previously-mentioned-psycho long blonde haired kid loves Ray Ray "I didn't See Nuffin'" Lewis, the rest of the kids were pretty cool, and I couldn't help but root for the secondbaseman nicknamed "bubbles" because he has a bulbous ass. I can relate, son. It's all good.

 

So yeah, the LLWS was purely amazing, as I can't believe how good some of these kids are. And even Julie, who has no love for baseball, was entirely captivated through the final. Good stuff—hope you got to check it out.

 

That's about it for me, for today, folks, look for a NEW kind of column tomorrow, as we turn the spotlight onto URAM!

 

Your Song of the Day is "Strange and Beautiful" by Aqualung. Good, melancholy, hopeful stuff. And really, after the dreadfully predicable/ upsetting MTV VMAs last night, I needed some good music.   The Foo Fighters and My Chemical Romance—bands with two of the best VIDEOS (not songs!) I've seen in a LONG time both got hosed because it was International Make Out with Green Day Night…words cannot describe my anger.

 

Let's give a shout-out/Hail Mary to Nic and Lauren, who are running for their lives to the safety of Mississippi from Megabitch Katrina, who's doing some INCREDIBLE damage.  Let's hope their house still stands when they get back. Seriously.

 

Okay, be good to each other.

-apk