Roses Are Ready (Or, You Know What I Think?)
Happy Friday, everybody!
Another week almost on the record books, and I am definitely looking forward to a few days of R&R (which I guess stands for "Roses & Romance" since tomorrow is Valentine's Day). Despite my singlehood, I'm actually pretty excited about the weekend because Welcome to Florida has shows both tonight (at the Oasis here in New London) and tomorrow night (at the Middle East Upstairs in Cambridge, MA), so I should be able to keep my mind off of my crippling, horrible loneliness (was that a joke? I'll let you decide)....
....As you can imagine, we get very few opportunities to have two holiday-themed shows on consecutive nights (well, except during Hanukkah), so we're all pretty excited. Tonight is, of course, Friday the 13th, so everyone in the band will be dressing up as their favorite serial killer (Wes is going as Count Chocula). For our Valentine's Day show tomorrow, me, Wes, and Duncan will each be singing our favorite love song (my choice: "Words Get in the Way" by Gloria Estefan). All in all, it should be a pretty emotional weekend.
My emotions have already been on a rollercoaster lately due to the greatest show ever on television (besides Babar). I'm speaking, of course, about Lost, which for those of you who don't know has finally been answering many of the questions that have been plaguing its viewers' minds for several seasons (one question they have yet to answer: Got milk?).
Speaking of exciting developments, I've recently been told by the powers that be in the Connecticut College blog hierarchy that I should be including more commentary on current events in my posts, as opposed to just plugging WTF shows and making rather obvious jokes (I have no idea what they're talking about). With that in mind, here are my views on whatever news headlines I could find on CNN.com:
"Commissioner: A-Rod 'shamed the game'": I don't understand this double standard about steroids. Mario and Luigi have been using power-ups for years, and people love them now more than ever.
"Phelps admits 'bad judgment' after marijuana-pipe photo": I say let him off the hook. How do we know that he wasn't just trying to smoke all the weed in the bong so that none of it could end up in the tender, impressionable lungs of all the youngsters at that party? Think next time before you make accusations, America (side note: if you look closely at the infamous photograph, you can actually see on Mike's watch that it was exactly 4:20 at the time that the picture (and the hit) were taken).
"Dead rodents, excrement in peanut processor lead to recall": Okay, most people would just read this and make a joke along the lines of "Well I guess we know how they make Extra Chunky," but your boy C-Rei is going to take the high road. Ahem. See, now I thought that lovely medium brown color was just the natural hue of the peanuts. Thank you.
"Octuplets' births surprise California doctors": Call me old fashioned, but I think that the number of babies a woman births at one time should not exceed the number of nipples she possesses.
Well, hopefully that should quell the restless yearning that my vast readership (hi Mom!) had for my opinions on the happenings of the world around us. Until next time, don't forget to buy flowers!