Spring Forward Fall Back

Springing forward in almost every way is amazing. Except when it has to do with this guy losing a precious hour of sleep, then waking up and feeling like jackoff because he was late. The excuse of “Oh snap I forgot about daylight savings time!” is about as good as my dog ate my homework (especially when you told your teacher before that your family ceremonially sacrificed your dog to the fire gods). It ended up being okay, “No worries.” they said.

“Happens all the time.” Happens all the time? Are you out of your mind? Happens once a year you moron. Don’t make me feel bad anymore. Now lets eat that french toast. Thank God its New York and they never stop serving breakfast.

French toast continues to blow my mind every time I eat it. Especially when they put powdered sugar on it. The little details continue to change my life. Speaking of little details one of the reasons I slept so darn good is I bought a new bed sheet set complete with matching duvet cover. Oh yes! I really felt like a winner going to bed last nite! I was looking at the bed sheet stuff at the store and I was like yeah this looks nice! Oooh a stripe! Let’s get it…crap…Lacoste bedding? Why do I continue to like the most waspy preppy stuff on earth.

Back in the day, it was skaters and preppies. I was a skater, a skater with my friend Vinnie. Vinnie, wherever he is now (I don’t have facebook anymore so the stalking is at a minumum with old friends) was the coolest guy back then. We walked around carried our boards and skated all over St Louis. More and more people started skating and even though none of us were as good as we liked to be we were amazing at making excuses on why we weren’t!

Dang my knee is just acting up…

Woo my back is sore…

We were 14, your knees havn’t finished growing.

Never the less we managed to get better and better. Sometimes the preppies would make fun of us or give us crap. HA!

Luckily we outnumbered them 5 to 1!

Not anymore though, now I’m a man with hair on my chest and I’m not a skater.

It’s funny how much you care about all of that stuff when you’re young and when you get older you’re like, what was I thinking.

Enough of my rambling I’m coming to embrace my waspiness and see my friend’s girlfriend play at Carnegie Hall.

Now where is that club tie?