RVA Mag just posted this video of The Hot Seats, formerly known as Special Ed and the Short Bus. Now I have yet another reason to follow and visit The Camel.
Never seen these guys live, but it makes me miss George Winn and the Bluegrass Partners… While many Richmonders were heading to the clubs in the bottom on Saturday nights, I would pass them and hang @ Poe’s Pub for good beer on tap and some very fantastic bluegrass.
I wish I knew what happened to them because I quit going out as much and they seem to have disappeared. From Poe’s at least. Anyone know?
Another RVA Bluegrass treat is Slack Family Bluegrass Band. You can find them at Shenanigans on North Side and Legend Brewery just across the river.
Earlier this month we had a new set of “pictures” taken of the soon to be baby. So first off…. IT’S A BOY! Also, after the pile of more specific images were taken for more important reasons, like verifying that, in fact, everything looks perfect thus far, they were kind enough to give us a couple of shots of our very own…
This is the little guy from the front.
And here he is from the side!
It’s amazing how much things have changed since last time we had pictures taken back on New Years Eve…. It’s also amazing how though only separated by some skin and tissue, the baby seems far away and almost not real.
We’re getting to the real part though… and quickly. I have taken interest in new things too… strollers, carriers, those weird sling things (Some of which look very questionable if bought by the wrong person). We have picked more normal looking stuff so far, but man there’s some weird stuff out there. Strollers that look like they belong on ET’s space ship that start at over $1000.00. How about the fact that everything seems to have something that requires batteries… Sorry, I don’t need a light show, sing song, vibrating play pen… a normal “keep my kid confined” play pen will do just the trick. Never thought there would be so many options in the bottle category either.. there’s drop-in, air-vac, glass, BPA Free, Wide, Air System Super Anti-Colic… Take your pick, it will probably be the wrong one. May as well buy them all.
Whew.. Anyway, the baby market is, like pretty much every other retail market, saturated with way more choices than we happen to need. I am so thankful for the news that our baby looks perfectly normal so far. Looking forward, I anticipate finding the K.I.S.S. method will apply and will work gloriously. That’s “Keep it Simple Stupid”. Bells and whistles have been around for a long time and though some come in handy on occasion, most are nothing but a waste of plastic or whatever it happens to be made out of.
Do you ever go to drive through food establishments? I do occasionally and though I should probably be completely avoiding them with nicknames like Taco Hell, Taco Smell, McDeath, Kentucky Fried Crap, etc., I still end up doing the lap of shame for lunch from time to time.
So here’s a question for all of you Fast Food Foodies… How often do you have to repeat yourself?
Not sure why, but I swear I repeat myself EVERY time I go for a burrito. And I’m not talking about them mistaking one thing for another. I am talking about entire sentences that seem to have fallen off track before they got to window guys ear. Here’s an example… I pull up to Taco He.. ahem… Bell and when prompted to do so, I ask for a 7 layer burrito with no guacamole, a bean burrito, and maybe a drink. The response, after a notable pause is as follows…. “You want a bean burrito and a wha?” in the laziest voice I have ever heard. C’Mon! Your job is to listen to orders and punch the appropriate pictures on the register. I know “a lot” is going on in there, but don’t ask me to order if you have your one headset ear focused on things other than what crap I want to buy…
After it happened several times at more than one establishment, I decided to opt for a simpler system. No more specialty orders like burritos without guacamole, I’m sticking with the numbers ordering system. I find the number I want and say it when asked. I don’t say it lightly, sheepishly, or with the window up, yet the word “Wha?” still manages it’s way into the reply. What the crap!? So what now!?
The solution is to yell, you know, like people talk to blind people on television. Super loud and slow… I… WOULD…. LIKE… A… NUMBER…. 7… WITH… A… COKE…! The main drawback to this method is the unavoidable shame that comes with broadcasting your order to not only the headset inside, but to everyone in line waiting to order. I have decided to accept this reality and simply wear sunglasses and a hat on those days when Supersize, Milkshake, and Extra Fries are part of the order… I just hope this doesn’t become habit and I happen to “slip up” and yell my order inside as well. Though it might be kinda fun.
