It takes less than 12 hours of being “on my own” for me to completely regress from my grown-up ways into a state of pure adolescence.
Zack unexpectedly bumbled into a rare work-free 5-day “weekend” and took off to Camp Eagle for some fresh air and rock climbing. I stayed behind so that I could follow through on some commitments I’d already made, and also, because the rest of us normal working souls don’t accidentally get 5-day weekends because of schedule changes, and I have to work. Anyway, within hours of arriving home from work today, I was prostrate on the couch, wearing pajamas and contemplating a.) the fattiest possible thing I could eat for dinner, b.) where all the alcohol was hiding and c.) the latest I could possibly stay up and still function tomorrow. Why does being “home alone” turn me into a defiant 17 year-old?
I’m totally sleeping in the middle of the bed tonight.
I’d almost given up on my argument regarding the possible uses for the term “clutch” until NoCoGirl pulled through with the urban dictionary reference. Urban Dictionary! How was that not the first reference I used when defending my position!? Thanks, A, for brilliantly pointing out the obvious. Clutch move.
For those of you who are interested in listening to the best music ever, allow me to introduce you to Vib Gyor.
Zack discovered these guys just after Christmas while searching for a new band that both he and I would enjoy equally. He failed, I think, because while Zack does love the band, his love is no equal match to how incredibly obsessed I am with them. I have practically listened to nothing else for the last six weeks. Zack will have to chime and remind me of the sentence that we finally decided best described their style. I believe it was something like, “Vib Gyor is what would happen if the Smashing Pumpkins guy and Thom Yorke got together and made music with all the best parts of their own bands, plus Explosions in the Sky, Snow Patrol and a sprinkling of Coldplay.” The music is so inexplicably good that I can listen to it while I’m trying to relax or when I’m running, and it works perfectly well in both situations. How crazy is that? The music is so good that while I’m listening to it, I find myself smiling because it makes me so happy.
They don’t have any knock-your-socks-off videos on youtube, so I’m not going to link to any of them. Instead you should go to the myspace, listen to Rhombus Suit and Long Way Down, fall in love, then go to iTunes and buy the whole album because Oh My God. It’s so damn good. And, so that you don’t have trouble remembering how to spell their name like I did: it’s Roy G. Biv, the name of the colors of the rainbow, spelled backwards.