Summatime

One of my wife's fashion magazines had an article about some alleged fashion "trends" or "looks." These included "Deco," "Anglomania," "Modern Gamine," and our favorite, "Biker Luxe." Naturally, they were each accompanied by photo of an anorexic, hollow-cheeked model dressed in a ridiculous combination of overpriced clothes. Perhaps it's in style somewhere, but we just got a laugh out of it. Anyway, I named a cocktail after it. Lindz had made pomegranate sorbet, and I combined it with some Absolut Mandarin in a stemmed glass. I present the Biker Luxe:

Earlier in the week, Lindz and I went to a concert. This shaky picture is of the talented and excellent Ben Folds, who played before John Mayer. It was a hell of a good show. Mr. Folds really knows how to get the crowd into it. He and his band played a haunting rendition of Dr. Dre's "Bitches Ain't Shit." Mr. Mayer is one hell of a good blues guitar player.

However, Alltel Pavilion at Walnut Creek is a different story. Once you're inside, it's nice. The connection (or lack thereof) to major streets is a problem. I propose a way to save the American taxpayer a ton of money: Take all the prisoners out of the expensive, overcrowded jails and put them all in the parking lot of Alltel pavilion at the end of a concert. THERE IS NO ESCAPE. Alcatraz was probably easier than it was for us to get home that night. Well, maybe that plan needs a little more work. Anyway, the traffic sucked.

Boo-hoo for us. Life is tough for us. As a gangster rapper once said, "If you ain't never been to tha burbs, then stay tha f##k outta tha burbs, cuz you wouldn't unnastand tha burbs."