I had never heard of 2CELLOS before now. After watching them own AC/DC’s Thunderstruck in this video, I plan to check out a lot more of them. Their rendition is in-fucking-credible. I literally clapped at my computer screen when they were done.
You can check out more of them on their official YouTube page. I’ll see you there! :)
I wish this was on the front door of the Kwickie Mart I work at:
I’ve seen so many guys come into the store with baggy droopy pants, that I feel like I’m working at the gangster version of International Male. Seriously dude. Pull your drawers up. You don’t look bad ass, you look like someone whose mom never taught to dress.
I’m at work today, tending to the Kwickie Mart coffee bar. Our weekly grocery truck shows up, and the driver walks in through the front door. In light of the weather, he starts talking to my manager, complaining how he had to deliver through the front door at the last few stores because of the snow and ice pile up. My manager responds to this with “Well it’s clear, so you can come in my back door.” Luckily, I was facing away from them, so they couldn’t see the look on my face. As it was, I nearly dropped both pots I was holding at the time.
I am living proof that no matter how old you get, you’re never to old to have your mind in the gutter. ;)
Today marks the 8th anniversary of my marriage to a wonderful woman. You may know her as blogger Capricious Lestrange. This year, in instead of cards, we wrote to each other. Capricious wrote me a wonderful poem, which she will be cross posting on both her blog and mine. I chose to write about some of the wonderful memories that we have shared together through the years. This is what I came up with:
My love, when I think back on 8 years of marriage, and almost nine years of being together, these are the memories that come flooding into my mind:
Months of day dreaming and planning of how to escape my old life and start a new one with you – not even knowing if you felt the same way. The joy I felt on the day that you told me you did.
The weekends in Vandalia, lost in each other, oblivious to our surroundings.
The look of ecstasy on your face the first time that I came inside you.
Three days of being a zombie after pushing you away.
An hour of exhilaration, driving to Cincinnati to finally be with you, after getting asecond chance to be happy with you.
A summer spent in a high rise bedroom, day dreaming and planning a life together.
A smashed ironing board that had it coming.
Dinner and Mojitos in Miami.
A day on an island beach together, on a Caribbean island seemingly created for just us.
Running for our lives, $20 windfall in hand from Atlantis.
Making out on the ship at the pool party.
Making out pretty much everywhere else in public.
Our first Christmas and New Years together, and all that followed.
Our time in West Chester and Fairfield, spending moments with ghosts from the past – both good and bad, and both driving through the country, as well as in our apartment.
A box of crackers skittering across the floor toward my feet with bad intent.
Expanding your knowledge of football, while you expanded my knowledge of music, theatre, etc.
Nine Inch Nails!
Our first opera together.
The CD’s you made for me to listen to while I made the hour drive to work and back.
Painting our first apartment together, and eating Italian food while sitting on lawn furniture.
A whirl wind day of work, divorce papers, marriage license, and preparation, culminating in the bonding of two souls who were truly meant to be together.
A night at Putters, enjoying long islands, as well as a band whose name we can’t remember.
Working out, and laying by the pool together during our first year in Kentucky.
A lovely weekend on Dream Street.
Crying and hugging one another, before I had to go to Chicago, our first night apart since we got together.
An over turned kitchen cart, courtesy of yours truly (not my best moment).
Adopting the girls, and watching them grow together.
Our big beautiful house, and putting it together just right.
Backyard parties with all of our friends and family.
Grape vines and trees: although we never got to see them flourish, I know we left them for some lucky family to love as we did.
Crying in the bathroom at Mayfield, while you had your back surgery.
Shopping in Mexico, and smuggling Cuban cigars home.
The night we “made” new friends, before we had to bail your brother out of jail.
Clinging to each other, as we left our house for the last time.
Rock Band in our little attic hide away.
TFH and Capricious make a porno! With a little help from a boy toy ;)
Watching Tyler moon and stress over his cute girl friend.
Get aways to Scottie’s cabins, and the uncomfortable looks on his face as we expressed our unbridled desire for each other.
A wonderful Thanksgiving at the Gorge.
Trists while out in nature.
Our moments together that seem too short, and moments away that seem like eternity.
Napping together in a hospital bed.
Watching Aphrodite hulk out on a stray cat – behind the safety of a patio door.
Cheech and Chong, A German woman in drag, a hot tub, indoor pool, and an hors d’oeuvres picnic in Columbus.
Roger Waters performing The Wall, and the classic look on your sister’s face when we told her that the women hitting on her was a transsexual.
“I really like you (In classic Kentucky twang) I want you to be our tenant.”
Walks along the river, and drives in the country.
Lunch at a tiny sandwich shop outside of Frankfort. All because Guy Fieri said so.
Our trip to Gatlinburg.
Pointing out that you could be related to the clerk at the gift shop at the museum in Cherokee.
Our twin nieces in a frigid wading pool.
Dine and dash with Teagan, after waiting 45 minutes for a check that never came.
The two months we spent every second of every day together.
Discovering that yes, we did know our way around tools and building materials.
The way we literally devour things that we become passionate about. Like each other for instance.
The way we share together: Absolutely nothing seems to be out of bounds or off the table.
I know these aren’t in exact order, and that there are so, so many more memories that define our love and life together. Furthermore, there are so many more things to come as we walk hand in hand down this path we know as life. I’m going to keep this list close and add both past and present memories as time goes by. There are so many good things to come in our life. I know it. I love you with all my heart my darling soul mate.
Happy anniversary gorgeous. Thank you for choosing me :)
Post script: This is going on the list.
That magical 8th anniversary celebration on Buck Crossing. It was everything that I hoped for and more.
I’ve decided to break into Beneath the Tin Foil hat to leave a small tribute to TFH on our 8th wedding Anniversary. Yes, you’re about to find out that two of the most derisive voices in the blogosphere actually have mushy middles–but only when it comes to each other–so don’t worry, we’ll be back to our cynical selves tomorrow :)
Infinity by Eights(For David)
Eight years. To some, eight years is a fast tick on a vast clock, blink of a giant eye, brushing aside of a crumb. If I could measure out each moment with you, I’d have a lifetime’s sum of love. You fill me with lives lived, possibilities for more, eternities we’ve experienced and left me wanting more. How could a lifetime be so short, so complete, yet this hunger never slaked? Eight more years I think I’ll stay, and blink and blink and blink again.
This poem was originally posted on Capricious Lestrange
First team All American, SEC defensive player of the year, team MVP, team leader. Now, Missouri defensive end has another title to his name; openly gay athlete. None of the four professional sports currently has an openly gay player amidst the ranks. Come April, after the NFL draft they will have one – Michael Sam. Projected as a linebacker in the NFL, Sam was viewed as a high draft pick. After he came out to the media on Sunday, his future is in doubt. One NFL executive has already stated that the NFL is not ready for an openly gay player. I think it is. The opinion of most NFL players is that a team mate’s orientation is not an issue, it’s what kind of player and team mate he is that counts. His peers at Missouri certainly didn’t seem to care; he came out to them last year, and was clearly a leader on an outstanding team with a ferocious defense. Michael Sam deserves to be drafted at the level that his talent and play indicate. He’s a tremendous player with football savvy, as well as a tough as nails demeanor. He’s going to be a hell of a player, and one of the 32 teams willing take a chance on him is going to be very grateful that they did. More importantly, he deserves a medal – a freaking medal of valor. He’s not only opening the closet door for himself; he’s kicking it down for other players who share his orientation. He’s a pioneer, he’s a hero. I will be following his career closely, and you can bet that I will become a fan of the team who drafts him.
Much love to you Michael Sam. You’re brave, as well as a true hero and role model. I wish you good luck and great success on this path that you’re your so valiantly embarking on.
Ugh. What the hell am I doing up so early? Oh yeah, I’m working the 6-3 shift at the local Kwickie Mart this week. At least I have Friday and Saturday off to recover. This week marks our eighth anniversary of wedded bliss :) We were married on Valentine’s Day, and plan to celebrate for two days! Love you baby!
Have a great week everyone!