I'm on my couch at home, and I just drank with my mom, so things are pretty good. Yesterday, however, I was pining for Ted Leo. The story goes like this: Ted was playing a show at the 9:30 Club in DC, which I hate. The show cost $30, which is too expensive. Also, I was planning to drive home after my evening class. All in all, the whole Ted thing wasn't going to work, and the mature part of me accepted it. To cope, I'd pretty much blocked it out of my mind. Forgot that Ted was in my zip code, guitaring and ideologuing. Sometimes we do this. It worked until the morning of, when, listening to Ted on the pod, I got on the bus and sat opposite a dad reading the paper. He happened to be reading an article about Ted, complete with picture. Normally I'd be all "o hay teddy i'm lookin at you," but yesterday morning it made me sad. Like, sad sad. Anyway, I just remedied everything by buying tix for myself and my dear dear Monic to the 5 May Ted show at Webster Hall. Needless to say, you all should join us. And, it's 16+, so bring yer sibs.
My Dad called a few days ago and told me that he's been reading C.S. Lewis's Christian apologetic works. I told him about my reading C.S. Lewis as a Miltonist. Very odd, unprecedented conversation, but I like my Dad. A lot.
Going to Bonny Dune in a few days, and so excited! My mom has tasked me to turn Clue into a drinking game for the fam. Suggestions?
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wait. are you really going to bonny dune? how is that possible? this is amazing news.
also: in a related (but only related in a way that is completely opposite to your story) story, my mother (out of genuine concern) thinks i have a drinking problem because now that I can afford it, I drink beer all the time, almost a couple every day. in response to this observation by mah mama, i made a very foolish decision, which was to (after making some jokes about the whole deal) spitefully take a vow of celibacy from alcohol (specifically beer) for the next week to prove how much of a not-alcoholic i am. this was a horrible idea. that was a tragic 1.5 days ago, and I still have 5.5 ahead of me. the part about it that really sucks is that there's a 6er of killian's taunting me from the fridge and i refuse to touch it until i win this ridiculous... whatever it is. a bet, i guess. how did i end up punishing myself instead of winning the argument somehow? gah. such is the life of lindsay doyle.
so anyway, yeah, court. how's about that road trip? next week you say? let's do it. if it's more than 5.5 days from now, you should probably drive. (this is a stupid joke, except for the part about the road trip which really should happen.)
let's fucking go on a roadtrip really soon. like, maybe when i'm done with my semester? this is a lot sooner than it sounds.
also, g. vicencio and i started calling my grandparents' house in florida bonny dune after seeing the castle. it's fitting and fuckin awesome. so yeah i am really going to bonny dune.
re the drinking problem: i think my dad thought i had a drinking problem around christmastime because there was always beer in the house and i drank beer with every meal. it's like they've never met anyone with an actual drinking problem before.
also, i would love to come to ted leo with you but it turns out that i will be (probably) in new orleans by that time so i'll probably miss it. :( sorry, amigo.
every time colonel mustard is the culprit, you have to pound 3 beers.
that should at least be the main rule, supplemented by smaller rules governed by each turn.
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