So I’m not at the airport…. but I will be tomorrow, so I guess I’ll call this a preemptive post.

Went and saw Cowboy Mouth last night at the windjammer. They’re from my home town so I didn’t really have a choice .It was the usual awkward high energy cowboy mouth show. If you like getting yelled at for not enjoying a show enough by a really coked up/ sweaty fat guy, then Cowboy Mouth may be the band for you. I was kinda pissed I’d paid a large cover to see them, but then I had a couple beers and everything was okay…. It’s disturbing how often that’s the most reasonable solution. Watching a crappy band, at a crappy party, in a crappy marriage? Oh yeah, beer.

I started playing in a pretty large well organized pick up soccer league last week. It was pretty awesome. I realized I’m no longer fat and slow, I just kinda suck and can’t run for a long time. Which is markedly less depressing. All and all I did pretty well for not having played in 6 months and I’m hoping I’m in town more on the days they play. It’s a pretty multinational crowd, there was actually a large group of Caribbeans. At first I thought it was just a group of guys fucking around…. but then 2 hours later they were still completely incomprehensible. I did better trying to understand the spanish guys. It did however make me look forward to my weekend in Jamaica in August. Hooray work trips to sweet ass places.

Anway, since this is my real free time I’m burning here, I’ll keep this brief.

Sweet D: Hey Dennis, It’s D, I was …. What are you listening to?
Dennis: Ah, Rick Astley. What’s up?