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April 2, 2008
measured out in coffeespoons
the frost if off the pumkin the fodder is slowly recovering from the shock of winter and somewhere in the tri-state area reg is launching into the opening stanza of t.s. eliot's ode for ezra pound - april is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land mixing memory and desire stirring dull roots with spring rain. reg was a big fan of that particular stanza repeating it often in whatever random philosophy class i happened to be taking back in those lazy crazy college days.
as i recall there were several. and truth be told this april is shaping up to be a pretty daunting month for our dear friend almost old christopher. what with the recent developments at work and...and now i'm wondering if i should delve into that particular topic at this juncture. no - it's still a bit blurry so i shall refrain. for now let's just say it might have been a good idea to hang on to that apartment at 416 stones river cove in nashville.
but let's not get distracted by all of that because as you may or may not know(care) the ultimate concert weekend is nearly upon us. and boy have i gotten myself into the proverbial pickle here. i fly to borelando on the 14th returning home on the 16th. then it's up to nashville on the 18th for okkervil river and new pornographers then i turn around and head to atlanta on the 19th to see the avett brothers live and in concert. i know i've mentioned this all before but the newish wrinkle is that i have to somehow get myself to an airport for a weeklong work trip in las vegas on the 20th.
i'm still trying to decide how i feel about this upcoming stint in las vegas. i mean it will be pretty rad to go to vegas for a week, but i'll be going by myself. that's the downside of my job. i get to go on these all inclusive trips to various and sundry locales but it's just me. and pretty much any city can be a tad anticlimactic when you don't have a sidekick. unless said city has a water theme park in or near the hotel. i'll confess i've gotten to the point where i don't feel awkward going out to eat at restaurants by myself anymore but i don't love it. because it can be difficult to fake talk/text on a cell phone with a mouth full of food. at least in vegas i can purchase a dinner companion or two if i so choose.
and then of course there's the gambling. but unlike kenny rogers i'm not really a gambler (nor am i big fan of rotisserie chicken). i never really mastered any card games in part due to my rigid southern baptist upbringing and also because i'm deathly afraid of papercuts. so i guess that means i'll have to brave the sea of senior citizens at the slot machines. i'm saving up lucky coins as we speak. if i'm fortunate i'll clear enough cash to take in the wonder and the mystery of celine de soleil . does anyone know if such a show exists? if not it really, really should. i'm sure all of the casinos have comment boxes so i'll be sure to recommend it. after all who wouldn't fork over a cache of cash to see celine sing my heart will go on as she twists and twirls acrobatically 42 feet above the stage.
which reminds me - if anyone out there has any free time and/or feels that they are on the cusp of a lucky streak feel free to join me in vegas. i'll have a second key card ready and waiting for you at the front desk. and if for some reason i am not in the room when you and your party arrive - i will most likely be in the hot tub. and as always bathing suits are optional.
| By young_christopher | 8:20 PM
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