Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Wednesday's Song of the Week

Woah. What a whirlwind. That was the best vacation I've had in a long time. I mean, there's no such thing as a bad vacation. Or even a mediocre vacation. Frankly, if I'm at the Jersey Shore, it's hard for life to get much better. But this year was just phenomenal. The weather could not have been more perfect. The ocean felt like warm bath water compared to the chilly Massachusetts waters and the waves were enormous.

I pulled into Ocean City on Thursday night just in time for a big family dinner. By Friday afternoon, the house was teeming with uncles, cousins, parents and other miscelanious family members. There was so much beaching and drinking and eating and dancing and games and just plain ol' family fun. My mom and I racked up a record amount of beach time. It's probably debatable whether or not I can be considered Caucasian right now. I'm just THAT tan. It was just ... sigh ... it was just so great.

After eight full days of bliss, we packed up our cars, said our goodbyes and went on our teary ways.

But wait, there's more.

B and I drove straight from Ocean City to L.B.I. to meet up with 18 (!) of my closest friends for a VGF beach day and evening soiree. Good gah it's good to be with those people. Truly, good gah. And you know what happens when I get together with those people.

The next morning, B and I dragged ourselves to the car, stocked up on Wawa so I could get my fix of Philadelphia-area fixins, and made the long drive back to Boston.

But wait there's more.

Still unshowered, slightly groggy, and stiff from an eight-hour car ride, B and I drove straight into the city for the My Morning Jacket concert. And holy shit, ya'll. I mean, HOLY SHIT. I don't even know what else to say besides holy shit. They could have played until dawn and we would have not been satisfied. This was one of the best live performances I have ever seen in my life. IN. MY. LIFE. There were multiple instances when I thought B was so overcome with My Morning Jacket joy that he was going to have a seizure.

This was actually the second time we've seen My Morning Jacket, but the first was at Bonnaroo in the pouring rain and I may or may not have been ... how do you say ... overcome. In other words, I was very interested in those neon people dancing next to me. And then I wanted a corndog and then I wanted some shoes and then I wanted world peace and then I wanted my mother. So yeah. This time was better. This time B and I enjoyed a few tall boy PBRs and a warm breeze off the bay and it was marvelous. MARVELOUS.

So marvelous that I have had a heck of a time deciding which amazing song to choose for today. I had my own personal joy seizure during "Holding on to Black Metal" because how can you not? I mean, uuugggghhhhhhh so good. Ugh ugh ugh. Have my babies, Jim James. But since I already chose that as a Song of the Week this summer (and if you haven't heard it yet, go listen to it one million and three times and then come talk to me), I'll go with this little gem because THIS is the kind of mood I've been in since last week:

1 comment:

Emily said...

13 VGFs you say? Try 18!!


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