Consolation Prize For Myself

 So as we get closer to the Big Natty Monday, I'm more and more happy with my decision to not spend close to my first year's salary as a lawyer for 2 good seats and a parking pass. Just this am Norman told me that if you park in Yellow, where most of my crew is, you have to pass security to get in, and then again to get to the Orange lot, and finally a third time to access Joe Robbie. I guess The Donald's decision to attend, along with Rubio, the Viceroy of Venezuela, have made already tight security even more onerous.

As I was surfing the web, I saw something that caught my eye from early teen years: Burton Cummungs had rejoined Randy Bachman for the first time in decades, and they were touring again as The Guess Who. I always dug those Canadians -- I think "These Eyes" is one of the most romantic ballads ever, and "She's Come Undun" one of the most poignant songs ever about a woman losing her stuff. I checked -- decent tickets at the OTHER Hard Rock are about $120 each, and so I asked Wifey.

She said "Nah." Not a big fan, she'll be 3 days just off her wild mah jong cruise, and the thought of driving that far as her back still rears its ugly head caused her to give a thumbs down. But, would she mind if I went with the ladies we took to Stevie Nicks? She would not: "Have a great time!"

So I shouted out to the girl band from Nicks, replacing Jacqui with Wifey (Jacqui was an original Stevie Nicks participant but when Nicks broke her shoulder and the concert re-set, Jacqui had a conflict). I bought 4 tix today, telling these "American Women" we were on ! And maybe this time I won't drunkenly drop $120 in cash onto the floor of the Uber. But no guarantees.

And the truth is, though this show is costing a fraction of Nicks, I am MUCH more excited. I mean, I loved watching the ladies love Stevie Nicks -- female empowerment and all that crap -- but Burton Cummings???!!! That's guy's voice on my Marantz stereo got me some traction back in the day...

And the show is only 6 weeks away, so hopefully the late 70s and early 80s guys make it to the date without breaking anything... Ha. As I type this, Bob Weir is singing on my Sonos. He ain't giving no more shows...

So the weekend draws nigh. I may Zoom with Eric and crew, and maybe after with Barry and Crew, and do some serious cool air walking tomorrow. Sunday we meet D1 and the boys in the Grove and take Little Man home. I just found out our new roof project begins Monday am -- they'll have conveyor belts parked out front to lift the supplies up high. Little Man will LOVE that -- D1 says there will be SO many questions, and Grandpa Dev is here to answer them.

At some point Monday we'll re-home him, hopefully avoiding any "Wheels Up, Guns Down" knuckleheads who have decided the way to honor MLK is to terrorize motorists on the highways on ATVs, and then make it back here to host Dr. Barry and family.

The arm of Stol Elit shall be ceremoniously opened, some mandarins mixed in, and we will toast the Canes. I happen to think we'll beat the Hoosiers like Tom Petty's "Last Dance for Mary Jane" beats anything Hoosier John Mellancamp wrote as far as girls from Indiana go, but if not -- well -- still a hell of a season.

And soon after, Wifey will be a pirate of the Caribbean again, and I will be an 8 day bachelor -- dinners at the bar at Captains Tavern, and Sea Siam. And after that, well, it'll be time to "Share the Land."