Wednesday, December 29, 2004
back at work
Since we got engaged, and especially since we moved to Massachusetts, I've had to immediately follow up most references to my fiance Allyn with the disclaimer that she is, in fact, a girl. My life has been greatly simplified now that I can refer to her as my wife.
The wedding was pretty amazing, and I'd like to thank everybody who came and helped make it so memorable, and also apologize to those we were unable to invite. We had a pretty tight guest list, and we couldn't invite everyone we've ever partied with, or those with whom we have shared paddle boats in the past. Sorry, but the economics of matrimony are prohibitive.
We drove home, which is about a 36 hour voyage, round-trip. We don't have a cd player in our car, and we couldn't find our diskman adapter stuff, so we had to rough it with the radio and whatever tapes we had lying around. Listening to the radio on a cross-country jaunt is one mighty poker in the behind, though, as you'll hear roughly the same thirty songs over and over. Even songs I like, like "Drop It Like It's Hot", for instance, became massively annoyingly by the sixth or seventh listen. I heard that Nelly / Tim McGraw song for the first time an hour or so in to our trip, and thought it was surprisingly great. Six hours and five spins later I came to hate it (albeit temporarily). We found a few good college stations along the way, and some of the tapes were fine, but the music situation was largely a source of great consternation. As usual, classic rock stations were the best bet, but when you're swapping them out every forty minutes or so you wind up with a greater rate of repetition than you usually find with any single station. It did lead to an interesting debate, though, as to who has the more classic rock radio staples, AC/DC or Led Zeppelin. I know that it must be Zep, but we heard twice as many AC/DC songs on this journey. Also, we learned that no state rocks as hard or as insistently as West Virginia. We found no less than eight different classic or hard rock stations on the dial during the twenty or so minutes we were in West Virginny, and we were able to pick up all of them simultaneously. I'm sure some (if not all) were from Virginia or Maryland, but still, there's a couple of fuck-tons of rock regularly plopping down upon the barren hills and hopeless populace of our most unfortunate and unnecessary of states.
Since we got engaged, and especially since we moved to Massachusetts, I've had to immediately follow up most references to my fiance Allyn with the disclaimer that she is, in fact, a girl. My life has been greatly simplified now that I can refer to her as my wife.
The wedding was pretty amazing, and I'd like to thank everybody who came and helped make it so memorable, and also apologize to those we were unable to invite. We had a pretty tight guest list, and we couldn't invite everyone we've ever partied with, or those with whom we have shared paddle boats in the past. Sorry, but the economics of matrimony are prohibitive.
We drove home, which is about a 36 hour voyage, round-trip. We don't have a cd player in our car, and we couldn't find our diskman adapter stuff, so we had to rough it with the radio and whatever tapes we had lying around. Listening to the radio on a cross-country jaunt is one mighty poker in the behind, though, as you'll hear roughly the same thirty songs over and over. Even songs I like, like "Drop It Like It's Hot", for instance, became massively annoyingly by the sixth or seventh listen. I heard that Nelly / Tim McGraw song for the first time an hour or so in to our trip, and thought it was surprisingly great. Six hours and five spins later I came to hate it (albeit temporarily). We found a few good college stations along the way, and some of the tapes were fine, but the music situation was largely a source of great consternation. As usual, classic rock stations were the best bet, but when you're swapping them out every forty minutes or so you wind up with a greater rate of repetition than you usually find with any single station. It did lead to an interesting debate, though, as to who has the more classic rock radio staples, AC/DC or Led Zeppelin. I know that it must be Zep, but we heard twice as many AC/DC songs on this journey. Also, we learned that no state rocks as hard or as insistently as West Virginia. We found no less than eight different classic or hard rock stations on the dial during the twenty or so minutes we were in West Virginny, and we were able to pick up all of them simultaneously. I'm sure some (if not all) were from Virginia or Maryland, but still, there's a couple of fuck-tons of rock regularly plopping down upon the barren hills and hopeless populace of our most unfortunate and unnecessary of states.
