<p>^^ I thought you’d see the light ;).</p>
<p>Drummers…</p>
<p>The drummer for sluggson’s band showed up this weekend and told sluggdad that sluggson said he could park his drums in our garage --forever, I think-- because the guy who used to store his drums was moving. Who am I to question the natural order of drummerdom? </p>
<p>I keep wishing that I could push the fast-foward button on my life, and my kids would be 30-somethings, and I’d have adorable grandchildren to spoil, and preferably, slugginlaws who aren’t PITAs. SluggyD has been home for a long Spring Break weekend, and she announced last night that her little brother is driving her crazy, and we seem to have acquired a Zen state in order to be able to put up with him.</p>
<p>I’m going to go sit on a lotus flower and meditate. 
::::Ommmmm::::</p>
<p>I vaguely remember coming home from college and discovering that my parents were hopelessly provincial, my brothers were idiots, my house was boring, and my town was small and backwards. Why had I never noticed this before?</p>
<p>I think my parents must have ignored this not very pleasant stage in my development. Some of it was true, of course, but I didn’t have to go around pointing it out.</p>
<p>Just for the record, my brothers are actually very smart. In due time they discovered this as well.</p>
<p>LOL mommusic. To this day, I remember when my sister-in-law came to visit after her freshman year at Harvard (her brother (my H)'s alma-mater). From her, we learned that we, age 25 and living Berkeley, California, were politically inarticulate, lacked understanding of the true meaning of life and that the world at large was small and backwards(except for her little corner). LOL-squared.</p>
<p>I didn’t even have to [url=<a href=“http://www.ginger-baker.com/]google[/url”>http://www.ginger-baker.com/]google[/url</a>] for his name :D</p>
<p>Is this thread where you go if you are worn out from arguing?</p>
<p>yes…kick back and order whatever concoction will make you feel comfy. It’s safe here.</p>
<p>And if we don’t have the amenity you want, you just create it right here in cyberspace. So far, we have … hmm, can I even remember? A naugahyde booth, chicken bucket for hatwear if you feel like dancing, plastic sandwich-and-chip baskets for footwear if you want to do said dancing on the bar, jukebox playing whatever era/genre you want, massage chair, Italian soccer players to serve your drink (if you’re female), marmots that we dispatch to <em>deal with</em> anyone/thing trying to cross you up…</p>
<p>I think we recently placed a mud bath in the back room, at least I remember slipping into it when the tension around the shoulders got to be too much a couple weeks back…</p>
<p>Yes. A mud bath. And an intravenous system for when you want to imbibe but are too tired to lift a glass.</p>
<p>And a comfy floor. And a variety of different, um, what we would call “skins” if we were building software. In other words, you want a smoky-glassed English pub? Got it. You want a metro Italian Le Bar with pink neon? You got it. You want a Bangalore coffee shop with the contact center crowd? We got it. You want a seedy diner off the Jersey Turnpike, one that god knows how got a liquor license unless that crowd of suspicious characters in the corner who drove up in a Cadillac had something to do with it? We got it.</p>
<p>Drinks of choice. Atmosphere of choice. Tolerance for all denizens.</p>
<p>And, need I say: what happens in Sinners Alley <em>stays</em> in Sinners Alley. 
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<p>Is there anyone here right now?</p>
<p>We’re always here virtually.</p>
<p>Here for a minute, curious. Sipping my chardonnay cum cheese and crackers.</p>
<p>Have a real guiness in hand</p>
<p>I find that arguing on the regular threads really gets me nasty not my real self. Looking for relief.</p>
<p>well i have been called to fire up the barbie, so ill check back later.</p>
<p>It doesn’t matter. Time goes as quickly or as slowly as you like here in the Alley. Here in the Valley it’s raining:(.</p>
<p>I’m here. Waiting for a stomache ache to go away. Indulged too much over the weekend, I guess.</p>
<p>On Sat. I was watching an old I Love Lucy episode where Lucy thinks Ricky forgot her birthday and she runs off upset and meets a Salvation Army type group, “The Friends of the Friendless” who adopt her as one of their new friends. Boy was I feeling sorry for myself. I mean going to the elementary school talent show on my big day was fun and all, but I was hoping for, oh, I don’t know, “something more.” And at the same time feeling guilty for not appreciating what I have . . .</p>
<p>Would you believe that my darling husband threw me an awesome surprise party on Sat. night? Still some surprises left in him. He has never done anything like that in his life!</p>
<p>And I still have another dinner to go to on Tues. Another friend of mine felt sorry for me and decided to plan a little get together since no one else appeared to be doing anything. So, my birthday has not yet ended! </p>
<p>Oh yeah, I got another great birthday song on Sat. too, because my friend from the opera chorus was there along with her husband (sings in an acapella group). Another auditory treat! Very special.</p>
<p>I’m feeling a little greedy now (not too greedy, though).</p>
<p>We had some Bass Ale we needed to finish so I put a can of it in a beef stew tonight–“beef carbonnade” is the official recipe, I believe. It was good…but I like the beer better by itself, in a glass. ;)</p>