Nonsensical and awesome.

Then, one day, it's seventy degrees outside and margaritas start seeming like the best idea in the world. Time to start seeking out rooftops and patios.

I'm catching a bus down to Charlottesville on Monday. Spending the better part of the week there, with few places to be or events to attend. An actual real-live vacation.

Yeah. Spring is thus far a totally disjointed series of phrases and images that I'm not even trying to form into a cohesive whole. It's just stuff happening and things flashing by and falling-over tired and laughing a lot. The music needs to be louder. Sure, I'd love another drink. You're doing what? I'd love to, but I'll forget, could you remind me later? We need more of that. Open the windows. Yes, move to New York. Check THAT out. Yeah, I should probably get more sleep. High-five! Yes, please. I'll get to that one in a second. You like-a that one so much, we playa it for you again now. Easy, buddy. Faster. Tomorrow? HELL YEAH.

Big complicated sandwiches. Grindhouse. Ted Leo. Booker T. & The MG's. The Orange Juice Man, in his BIG orange wig. Hot Dice! Kahlua and iced coffee. Wind whipping up Second Avenue. Patron on the rocks. Sgt. Fury & His Howling Commandoes. Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde. There's this girl. Old Elton John records. I wonder what I'll be like when I grow up. Cold, rainy evening. That issue where they have to help the Sub-Mariner, but he never finds out. Gotta pay taxes. Cameraphones. Stevie Wonder's "Down To Earth". Almost bedtime. North, South, East, West! Bears!

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And I expect life'll only get more absurd as the weather gets warmer and my surroudings keep transforming. Awesome. It'll be fun to see what happens next.

-PAR

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