Is this how my friends feel, are they suffering BDR Buffy Discordant Relationship?

Hold on while we take a more important call - This explains why I tend wait on the phone a lot, I am poor.

Not sure how I ended up at the ACC last Wednesday to take in the Madonna concert, but I was there none the less. I probably told a lot of little fibs on how I had ended up there, stating most often that I had been roped into it. Which was far from the truth, in the end I was trying to cover up for being the only straight guy going to see a pop icon. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

The thing I liked best about the concert, other than the fairly elaborate stage show consisting of various performers from trapeze artists to a skateboarder on a half pipe silhouetted in front of the largest LCD panel I have ever seen it mine life, it was the remixing of all her songs. It was great to hear updated versions of old classics, some I liked some I didn't. I wasn't impressed with a slower version of 'like a prayer', but intrigued by a rendition of 'get into the groove' with a sampling of the verve's 'bittersweet symphony' that totally threw me off guard as it opened with bag pipes and irish drummers.

MSNBC - The New iPod

Summer time colds can bite my ass. How can you even get a cold in the summer? There should be a law that says colds in the summer are cruel and unusual punishment. Mine has been around for about a week now, and sure maybe I aggravated it with a little too much alcohol last week, but that is no excuse not to be cured by now. I am going to prescribe myself a couple of days at the cottage as a remedy.

Paying to Play - the new Payola

Party like a rock star or don't party at all. I took that to heart last night. Not that I am a rock star, but I did some weird rock star things. I drank half of 26oz vodka before I went to the big party at the Guvernment. I Rocked out to Sam Roberts, whom was quite small. I dwelled on that a lot last night making sure that everyone near me knew. After that I tried to get closer to the front and was accosted by evil short people who tried to pull me down from behind. I had no choice but to retreat to the bar. After that the whole night pretty much lost all concept of time until we were ready to head to the hotel. Fights with the cabbie over street meat proved useless and we were forced to hit the corner store for food. I bought a huge water, and butter tarts. Why butter tarts? I have no idea either. I promptly deposited them in the street along with much of the contents in my stomach and then curled up in bed.

Why do I let myself get sucked into the reality show black whole? Why is it in movies that they can perfectly tear dresses into smaller versions of themselves? Why am I getting sick? Why am I drawing a complete and utterly blank when there are a million different things I could be going on about: the big party I plan on getting totally trashed at tomorrow night, how I was yelled at today for something totally out of my control, the renewed pressure put on me by the girlfriend to get engaged (which in all honestly is mild) or the great mischievous deed I am about to embark on.

Today I did the gauntlet of visiting within Em and I's family. Visiting siblings, parents and grandparents. Unfortunately over the last few years my grandparents have become increasingly fragile and the latest ordeal is the inability to drive a car anymore. It's hitting them hard and everyone has stepped up to do their part, that may even include driving them to church on hot Sunday mornings while you struggle to make conversation in the car. Each attempt was the same, I would ask my Grandpa a question, he wouldn't answer, then Oma would shout the same question at him, he answered. Still, there are taking not being able to drive better than Em's Grand Dad who would go out and start his car everyday just to make sure it worked.

Anyway as we were visiting Em's Grand Dad I couldn't help think about those things and how inaccurate the signs of the hospital wing are. They clearly state the hospital wing as a scent free zone, but it clearly wasn't. I caught a whiff of some highly unpleasant scents during my visit. But back to my main thought, as cliche as it all may be - when one door is closed a window is opened. Grandparents may not be able to drive, but the number of family visits will increase to offset it all. But that's only one point in a long long struggle.