everybody's working for the weekend

i've been living life like a loverboy song lately: workin' for the weekend. and my weekends have been good. it's the rest of the week that's been shit. you see, when i sweat things, i sweat them hard. and as you all know, i've been sweating the office gig/music thing like a sauna set to high, extra water please.

i'm really trying to relax a little bit about music. this high strung stuff just doesn't work for me, you know? so this weekend i didn't think about it at all. bwe and i went to the predators' stanley cup playoff game on friday and had a blast. we went sunday as well, but watching your team get pasted 3-0 isn't nearly as fun. i spent most of the day saturday watching hockey and sleeping. (it'd been a long week!). saturday nite we had dinner at the bwe's mom's house and (surprise) i watched hockey. i even got to go for a skate on saturday. i'm bound and determined to learn to play hockey (whether it be ball, roller, or ice), and that means learning to skate. forwards, backwards, sideways...all ways. i won't be lacing 'em up for team usa anytime soon, but i'm getting better. i went about 2.5 miles around our local greenway and (hopefully) will do another 2.5 tonite, assuming it doesn't rain.

now...wednesday's show is going to be fun. jason howes and brian ritchey are awesome and i've heard great things about quincy coleman. everyone's doing a little bit shorter set than normal to accomodate such a large bill, but that should mean that everything's wrapped up around 12 or 12.30. things get cranking around 9, so bring a friend and $5 and your partying shoes to the basement, dangit. (i'll even be sporting my playoff beard for all to see.)

seacrest out.