Fuzzy, the other half is producing/conducting some type of opera caged fight in a couple of months. This meant that all weekend was Pucci and Umberto Giordano non-stop at the ranch. Aria after aria. Upon completing my two-hour sun baked drive home I could hear his friends belting out the Flower Duet from down the block. This is fine, it classes up the joint but, it just makes me think of the Blue Diva from the Fifth Element. In case you're ever asked the Blue Diva's Aria was by Umberto Giordano. Not that you're ever going to be asked. I just like this blog to be didactic.
Sorry, what was I talking about? Oh, yeah. Two hour drive home. On Friday I decided to take the top off the Jeep. Feel the sun on my face as I drive home. My commute takes me from the one end of the Denver Multiplex to the other. It’s always cool, I get to chill out and listen to all my favorite tunes and pod casts. Friday was going to be the same, until I-25 turned into a parking lot. A lot of Madonna albums later I got home, with a new great tan line, since I was shirtless I’m sporting a seat belt tan line across my chest.
The gang met for coffee Sunday. This is where Jerrod and Mike gave me the “quote of the week.” They went to the Eagle on Saturday night which apparently had some wild strippers dancing on the bar.
“The strippers were out of control, strippers need boundaries.”
True, strippers need boundaries. Lest they turn feral. I’ll let you ponder that nugget of wisdom.