Monday, June 30, 2008
Waiting for Sun
Another overcast day. I'll take this but some sun for the holiday weekend would be nice.
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Joanne has been in North Conway for the last few days and the weather is rainy there too. She loves the pool up there, but the last few days haven't yielded any quality pool time.
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That was one of my better lines with the ladies, back in the go go 70's. I had the mustache and plaid slacks with turtleneck, my work uniform if youse know what I'm talkin' about.
I'd find myself seemingly outmatched by the the peacenik fruticake guys with their peace and sissy rap. Lesser types (like those found in the dirt races) woulda given up. But not this here feller.
Sitting on the stoop of my bacheloriate pad, lookin' for the newspapers to see if there was anything in there about the incident with the livestock from the night before, and some pretty lil' thing comes by and asks ole TL "what's the haps?" I told her I was waiting for the Sun, that being the local newspaper. She must have found the smoothness of my voice beguiling, or something, she thought that was deep, and real cool like. From then on out, it became my "go-to" line when I had no read on the sitchiation before me. And that got me to Funky Town, if youse know what I mean, that and some of Shoo Flies home grown and some chilled Muscatel. I have been waitin' on the sun for most of my life, yes indeed I has. - 12:59 PM
That was one of my better lines with the ladies, back in the go go 70's. I had the mustache and plaid slacks with turtleneck, my work uniform if youse know what I'm talkin' about.
I'd find myself seemingly outmatched by the the peacenik fruticake guys with their peace and sissy rap. Lesser types (like those found in the dirt races) woulda given up. But not this here feller.
Sitting on the stoop of my bacheloriate pad, lookin' for the newspapers to see if there was anything in there about the incident with the livestock from the night before, and some pretty lil' thing comes by and asks ole TL "what's the haps?" I told her I was waiting for the Sun, that being the local newspaper. She must have found the smoothness of my voice beguiling, or something, she thought that was deep, and real cool like. From then on out, it became my "go-to" line when I had no read on the sitchiation before me. And that got me to Funky Town, if youse know what I mean, that and some of Shoo Flies home grown and some chilled Muscatel. I have been waitin' on the sun for most of my life, yes indeed I has.