1. I am leaving for ACL in 2 days. Yes, I already went to Lollapalooza and this is technically almost the exact same thing but whatever it shall be awesome. And I shall see Mason Jennings again. And he shall probably sound like Mason Jennings - again. And G. Love and Swell Season and Foo Fighters and, just, YAY.
2. Blackhawks season starts tonight. I will be forced to hobble up to my seat as I ran 20 miles yesterday. 20!!! Basically, I could have run out to the suburbs. But I hate the suburbs, so instead I ran up and down the lakefront path. And hockey is fun. Nope, that made no sense.
3. In one week, I get to see . . . RYAN FREAKING ADAMS!!! In concert! Close enough for him to sweat on me and/or notice me and decide that in fact he does totally want to hang out with me and perhaps drink coffee while playing me some songs. Yes.
4. After that, I get to go to BOULDER! For homecoming! And drink delicious Colorado beers and eat delicious Boulder foods and watch the Buffs! Playing football! YAY!!!
5. And when I return from Boulder (yay!) I am running the marathon, for which I am mostly ready but still somewhat nervous.
So, basically the next 2 weeks are going to completely kick ass. I won't be around much, other than to post the October book pick for the book club, but I will be having uber amounts of fun. And then I should probably try to find a job. But for now, viva la unemployment!!!
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And may I just say Yaaaaay for you being the Most. Random. Person. Ever.
Next week IS going to be an AWESOME week. Yaaaaay!
So lemme get this straight:
You get to go to a hockey game tonight.
You get to go to Austin City Limits
And you get to go to Ryan Adams.
I really do hate you. In a "I'm so jealous of you I'll just say I hate you" sort of way.
I'm jealous.
I noticed you didn't mention we get our bar results in one week in this post.
Bar results are not exciting, in any particular order. And notice that I specifically planned to be out of town during the crazy time of people I know checking their results. When I am asked how I fared, I shall respond in a drunken and smiley manner, "I AM IN BOULDER, FUCK YEAH, GO BUFFS!!!!!"
I am just warning you.
Oh. I don't plan on asking anyone. What if the answer is "I didn't pass?"
Awwkwaaard.
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