For the record, it's a beautiful day in Boston and I feel like absolute shit. How I managed to stay healthy for an entire New England winter only to get sick the last week of June is beyond me. Yesterday was one of those days when I left my house at exactly 6:30 a.m. and didn't get home until after 9:30 p.m. and I'm pretty sure I wrestled a couple alligators and maybe killed a hooker somewhere in between. In an attempt to help my immune system fight the good fight today, I woke up at 4:30, drove to Boston, ran seven miles, and just downed a handful of DayQuil and a half a pot of coffee. I'm now blowing my nose with a pile of rather rough paper towels I ganked from the ladies room and feeling a tad bit weebly wobbly. But it's all good because THIS WEEKEND IS FOURTH OF JULY AND HOLY SHIT THIS IS MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY OF THE YEAAARRRRRRRR. And NOTHING gets me all crazy-like than thinking about a three-day weekend of sunshine, day drinking, beaches and boats. And today is Wednesday, which means it's officially the day to start focusing all of your waking hours on the weekend. It also means it's time for the song of the week. Which is awesome because it means I don't have to waste my limited energy on writing a "real" post today. Get over it.
And get crazy with me with a little Gogol Bordello. Some of the most fun live performances I've ever been to? Absolutely. If this doesn't make you want to tear your shirt off, tie a flamboyant scarf around your neck and do some cartwheels then you are no friend of mine. Or I dunno, maybe you're just normal or something.