Life through lyrics

I have been following a rather strange philosophy lately: I've been allowing rock lyrics to guide my decision making. Scratch that. It isn't just lately. Pretty much my entire life has been decided by citing song lyrics. Perhaps that's why I'm frequently wondering how I get into various situations.

For instance, some lyrics that influenced my weekend:
Some people say bowling alleys got big lanes.
There's a girl right next to you, and she's just waiting for something you do.
Every dern morning I get up it's a buzzing down at me.
All you gotta do is knock and I'll let you in.

Now, if you sit down and read though all those lyrics, you'll get a slightly more skewed version than actually happened. While I am not actually a skinhead, I do shave my head, and I did go bowling. I also threw a turkey, something I haven't done in years, but then again, I haven't gone bowling in ages. But Friday was prime time for me to bowl a couple frames, and I have to admit that after doing so, I felt 150% better than I did Friday afternoon, when I was so stressed my shoulders were seizing up so badly I almost cancelled my bowling excursion.

Saturday afternoon I went with Jen to see Brokeback Mountain. This decision wasn't made using song lyrics. We hadn't had a chance to hang out in a while, so I suggested we do so while her beloved was out of town. Most folks would think that going with your ex of a gazillion years to see a movie about cowboys who can't stop boinking each other is a little weird, well, nothing is a little weird for us, so that's all good. She liked the movie a whole lot more than I did. While I didn't dislike it, the hype got to my head, and I was expecting to be blown away (no pun intended) and I wasn't. I did like the character development, though. Quite good. There was a scene, however, where suddenly, the characters relive a moment from their past, and it seemed rather disjointed within the plotline. I'm not sure what Ang Lee was thinking right there. I thought it was too abrupt.

After the movie we made the rather long walk back towards my house, which is about a mile from the theatre. Along the way we made stops at various places including the library, the Wild Goose and Osco so I could replace smoke alarm batteries.

We parted ways after that, and I settled down into the idea that I wouldn't go out for my friend's birthday after all, as it was getting rather cold out, even for me. My companion for the evening called to ask if there were still plans. She was just as willing to stay on her couch and watch movies, which was something I was seriously considering myself. A few phone calls later, and I informed her that yes, the plans were still on.

Many drinks and songs later, and it was a late night cab ride home when I really felt how cold it was. I got back to my place very late and decided to eat before I went to bed, a move that probably saved me from a hangover Sunday morning. I spent yesterday in and did nothing. I mean nothing. I wasted the whole day. Eventually, I was falling asleep on the couch, so I got up and went to bed. There I was, with a free evening to do whatever questionable things I wanted, and I stayed in.

I should have gone out and met my friends, but I was too busy pining for people and places north, where I knew Kick Ass Karaoke was happening.

So, today on my glorious day off, I am catching up on the things that I didn't do this weekend. Groceries, laundry, all will be done today before I go get my glasses repaired (no story worth telling there, don't worry) and meet with my MS team captains this evening.