I wouldn’t be a true NoMad if I didn’t travel anywhere, so I’m happy to report that I’m leaving for Scotland tonight and will be making my merry way along the Scottish Borders, Northumberland, Edinburgh, Stirling, and St. Andrews for the next two weeks.
It came to my attention last night that the incomparable Ma$e, the man who taught Ke$ha how to put a $ in her name, was poised for another comeback. I love Mase, so this was, quite literally, music to my ears. But it got me wondering about those other groups I oh so loved when I was nothing but a tween in a Starter jacket listening to the Top 9 at 9 on K104. Do they still air that? Yes, they do.
So I made up my Dream Team list of those bands I need to be famous again, because, well, I miss them. I also think it would be cool if they all got together and made some kind of Live Aid-like Christmas song (this will never happen; even I don’t really have my hopes up). I give you my list below, and I apologize in advance for any graphic content. If I could listen to it at 12, you can listen to it now. Blame my parents.
Today is a day of great rejoicing. Not only am I back but we just rolled over 100 episodes of Pretty Little Liars. For inquiring minds: Doctor cleared me Monday, short version of the story: I was in a car accident. I hit my brain off my skull. It did not impair my cognitive function.
A day late, but not a dollar short.
I don’t really know where I’m going with that except that I am a day late with this post, and I apologize. The Fourth of July got the better of me, and it took an entire extra day to recuperate. I even took off from work. It was serious.
This is the week me and my family leave for Scotland, and I couldn’t be more excited! I could probably write this entire blog post about our trip, but I’ll refrain until it’s actually here, or until we come back and I actually have stories to tell. Instead, I bring you this week’s happy things, courtesy of Fourth of July Weekend (and one elephant):
So Audrey Marks is still concussed, but she promises she’ll begin recapping this damn show next week. In the interim, I’m going to attempt to tell you what happened last night on Pretty Little Liars, but I have to warn you, I went to a bar after work to watch the second half of the US v. Belgium match. It was 90 degrees in the place, I only had yogurt for lunch, and I had a glass of wine. By the end of the game I had no idea where I was (heat poisoning is real). My only reference points for last nights PLL episode are mine and Audrey’s incoherent text messages. So bear with me.
Last night’s show opened with Hanna’s new hair (same blonde, new black streaks) and Aria’s bowler hat/jumper combo. Bad looks were had by all. Also, Spencer is, for reasons unbeknownst to us all, wearing a terrible wig. None of this moves the plot forward. I just felt like it needed to be pointed out.
When my cousins and I were little, our grandpa or one of our parents would shuttle us over to Great Gun, the beach at the end of Fire Island, N.Y., or to the very tip of Westhampton Beach on the other side of the Moriches Inlet. We would drop anchor in a cove on the bay side of the dunes and either stay there and wade in the water or climb the white sand dunes to the ocean side and play wiffle ball. For me, these trips always ended in third degree burns. One time I ripped the bottom of my foot open on a rusty boardwalk nail. I have nothing but good memories from these trips.
We’re another week into summer people. The weather has so far been cooperating, people are generally in a good mood, and the only part of my body that got sunburned over the weekend was the top of my ears. That’s a win in my book! Oh, and Independence Day is Friday!! Not sure how things can get much better, but here’s the stuff making me happy this week.
Back on the Boat: More than a year and a half after Superstorm Sandy, Captain Curly is back on the water! During the storm, two neighboring boats landed on her, and she’s been in the boat hospital since winter 2013. This past weekend, the Turnbull crew took her out to Great Gun (the end of Fire Island), over to the Moriches Inlet, and up the Ocean Ave. canal. She ran like a dream. Welcome back, Cap’n!
Unless you’re Amish, living under a rock, or completely ignoring all of humanity, you’ve caught a World Cup match or two over the past few days. The mania is everywhere, and for the American soccer fan, it’s heaven.
But I’ll bet there are more than a few of us that feel a bit conflicted. Everyone knows I’m a mad-crazed sports fanatic. Every Saturday in the fall is consumed by college football. My basketball season starts in October, with the first days of college practices. I die for March. Yet, over the past week or so, I’ve received more than several comments from my officemates about how I wasn’t “up” enough for the World Cup. They were surprised, they said, that I wasn’t sitting at my computer rattling off stats and discussing match-ups like I usually am during other parts of the year.