Eddie Cochran knew what he was talking about. When the weather is beautiful, the last thing I want to do is work. For example...I'm at work right now, but I'm typing piles of meaningless drivel into this blog. I should be working, but I'm not. Besides, there are far more things to do that are pant-loads more fun. Surfing, the beach, surfing, drinking and surfing are just a few that come to mind. It's not as if I really have a choice, though. Money has to be made to pay the bills. So what's a dude to do?"Well I'm gonna raise a fuss / And I'm gonna raise a holler / About workin' all summer / Just tryin' to earn a dollar."
Exactly. I'll just bitch and moan about it.
It's not as if I don't have plenty to do. I have loads of things to keep me occupied at work, and we just moved to a new location with a sushi bar on the first floor and a gym in the basement. We have a balcony on the 15th floor and a spectacular view of The Matterhorn.
I even have some drama to keep things interesting.
Last night, our landlords told us that we have to move out when our lease ends at the end of September, if not sooner. It seems that they visited some friends in St. Louis during Pridefest and like it so much that they've decided to move there.
What are the fucking odds of that?! I spend the first 32 years of my life clawing my way out of the litter-box that is the midwest to move to sub-tropical paradise where my landlords decide to sell every single one of their rental properties to move to the very box that I was shit into.
But who cares about them. Larry and I now have to find a new place to live, which excites me about as much as a barium enema before a colonoscopy. But, last night, through the glorious powers of the internets, we pre-qualified for a home loan. I'm actually sort of excited about that, but this post is about the Summertime Blues...
"Sometime I wonder / What I'm gonnna do / There ain't no cure / For the summertime blues"
Once again, he's right. But I seldom wonder what I'm gonna do, thanks once again, to the wondrous internet. For example, while at work, I found several topics that temporarily cured my case of SB ... like the sad news about Syd Barrett ... or the happy news about that bitch Ann Coulter. And were it not for the Summertime Blues, I would have never realized that Stephen King's 'Carrie' was once a broadway musical, or that scientists recently discovered that mushrooms can be a lot of fun (DUH).
Yes, I have plenty of distractions, and lots of things to keep me entertained, but I'll always have to go back to work. Like the cycle that brings Summer every year, there is also the cycle that brings the Summertime Blues...and then work....and then the Summertime Blues...and work again.
Mr. Cochran definitely knew what he was talking about.
No, there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.