Chasing Tail

My buddy Jeff occasionally drums for a band called The Tailchasers. I kept meaning to go to one of their gigs to show my support, but never posted.  They played the Belly Up this afternoon, so I talked Ry into going . I thought he could have some cocktails and I could practice taking indoor pictures without a flash.  I took a bunch, but only liked a couple. Here are some I liked...

Ah, youth.

So today I’m sitting at my desk listening to my boss Jack's ipod which is now routed through the stereo system. (We got rid of the digital music when the recession hit.) A song that keeps coming up is “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N' Roses.  I mention it because it was the theme song, if you will, of my senior prom.  I remember it coming on and we all made a BEELINE for the dance floor.  Danced our little hearts out.  The picture above is right after we got off the floor. Glistening with sweat and very pleased with ourselves.  I have to say in retrospect that the album Appetite For Destruction was disturbing if only for it's controversial cover art.  But dork that I am, I always want to rock out to that song when it comes on.

When I think back to being a kid and listening to my mom’s “Oldies” music of the 50’s & 60’s, I remember thinking that I’d never listen to anything nearly as embarrassing when with my kids. I also thought I’d never be “too tired to play”, and that I would always carry my kid if they asked me to.  Geez. I don’t even have kids tyet and they are already tiring me out.

 

Run run run!

We were in Denver for the nieces birthdays this weekend. We went up to Red Rocks for brunch on Sunday and came across a bunch of highly (heh!) inspired folks running goddamned wind sprints.  Some kind of crazed boot camp drill sergeant hollered as to when each group should start.  Maybe that's unfair, he seemed OK.  I'm just down on coaches in general right now because of this guy.

Now speaking as someone who was winded just walking up the one flight of stairs from the parking lot, I have to say I was fairly impressed with the running, crab walking, stair lunging group of them.  And maybe even slightly inspired.  Apparently, sitting around on the couch eating bon-bons isn't doing my ass any favors. So with the added bonus of longer days with Daylight Saving Time upon us, I have decided to start an exercise regime.  Tomorrow.  Really.