But I swear, this time, it's really done.
Hit the local Party On The Dock this past weekend, which proved to be quite the raucous affair. There was much beer, much dancing to all-ages friendly (as in 9 to 99) cover bands. Okay, this is something that gets me every year. The headliners are a group called Northern Harbour, who bill themselves as
The Ultimate Jimmy Buffet Tribute Band!
But.. if it's true as some say that Jimmy Buffett is essentially a cover artist himself, then wouldn't a Jimmy Buffett cover band really just be a generic cover band that happens to play Margaritaville and Let's Get Drunk and Screw? (which, incidentally, Northern Harbour DID play much to my amusement).
Anyway, was a fun-filled evening. We closed the party, headed to the local bar, closed the bar, got food, ended up at the park and next thing you know it was all "Oh hey. Hello, 5 am! Fancy meeting you here!"
A word of advice: Sitting down by the water in the wee hours of the morning may sound like an awesome serene idea, but you change your mind quickly when you wake up in the morning with goose shit on your pants. Had awesome Karen-Walkeresque moment the next day as my bestest and I sat in her backyard feeling rather rough and a small child was driving around in one of those Power Wheels dealies. Shielding my eyes from the sun I asked "Is it really necessary for that kid to be driving that thing this early in the afternoon?"
I'm fucking witty when hungover, I tell you.
My shitty mood after last night's drama nearly resulting in an ass-kicking today as I got a wee bit snarky with some folks who insisted on ignoring the giant No Loitering sign on the front door of our building and wound up with a rather frightening woman up in my face because apparently I'm doing a huge disservice to their hanging-around-in-front-of-Tim-Hortonsing by not-so-subtly suggesting her friends try standing 2-3 feet to the left or right AND NOT IN FRONT OF THE FUCKING DOOR.
How silly of me.
And then some guy got his ass handed to him in the parking lot about an hour later. Cops and everything. I have a great view from my desk. And YES, I DID call 911, as buddy was taking quite the beating but I guess someone beat me to it because all I had to say was the address and "Fight" and they said "Yeah, we're already on our way." at which point the cops pulled up.
I swell with absolute pride at my town, which is NOT AT ALL white-trashy in ANY WAY.
Today my geek worlds collided. For about 6-8 years I was a soap fan. To be clear I was regular follower of the Guiding Light. It started when I was hospitalized at 18, after which I drove my ex-husband nuts with it for years, and when the Sister and I lived together we watched religiously.
I stopped watching after I moved out on my own in 2005, as I wasn't home when it was on and I didn't have a VCR. The show was cancelled in 2009 and a little part of me was heartbroken that I never saw the last episode. I found out today that in 2006 Marvel Comics did a Guiding Light crossover based on a halloween storyline where Harley (one of my favorite characters) gets super powers and becomes a heroine by the name of 'The Guiding Light'
So this evening I wasted a whole lot of time looking up clips from this story arc on YouTube, and trying to find out where I can get my hands on the comic portion of the storyline, which apparently included Spiderman and the Avengers, as well as GL characters such as Buzz Cooper and Gus Aitoro (*drool*)
|Beth Ehlers and Ricky Paull Goldin|
|Harley all Comic-fied - Source|
The story arc on the tv side is atrocious, but what do you expect? Part of the fun of soaps is the groaningly bad melodrama and improbable story lines. Hell, that's part of the fun of comics too.
They have so much in common.
Watch, and giggle.