Right now the latest Gillmore Girls episode is on, the show with my TV crush Lauren Graham, who I’m sure in real life doesn’t have the amazing and screwy mind of her amazing character, but it’s still fun to think that there might be someone out there who does. I’m waiting for TiVo to catch up so I don’t have to watch the damn commercials. God I love this show… and I’m not even gay. Go figure.
Today has been interesting. I’ve spent the better part of the day trying to chase down a CHR playlist from the early ’80s from a Miami radio station for my boss. Why does he want it? I have no freekin’ idea. Who cares. My daughter started a new job in the mall. So far… so good. Working for my next door gay neighbors at their new groovy furniture and doo-dad shop. So I dropped her off at about 4. Had pretty much finished my work for the day so I wandered up to the local bar for a couple of brews and shoot the shit with the local alcoholics that I have come to call family. Somehow I got picked for as the captain for a scavenger hunt this Saturday. What the hell. Got home and looked in the fridge and noticed that the turkey carcass from Thanksgiving was still on the bottom shelf. What the hell do I do with this thing? I sure can’t eat it. I got this crazy idea in the back of my head to take it over to the beach and put a giant hook in the thing and sit there, pole in hand waiting for the most gullible fish to give it a whack. But before I did, I realized I’ve got to be responsible and pick up my daughter from her new gig. Then a flash of humanity. What I really want is a box of saltines. So now here I sit. Box of saltines in hand making many crumbs in the bed and watching Lauren Graham. Life just doesn’t get any better. Does it?
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