i can’t say i listen to a whole lot of country, though i will admit to having a few various country mp3s, as well as a copy of a dixie chicks album (i don’t recall which one).  having said that, i heard two country songs this weekend, that could not be mistaken to exist in any other genre:

ticks, by brad paisley

and

tequila makes her clothes fall off, by joe nichols

all i could do was laugh and shake my head.  (eventually, i’ll find the songs, or links to them, so you can have a listen, words alone can’t quite explain)

i’m at work.

the day after thanksgiving, while most of the people i know are still sleeping during this day off, i’m sitting here looking for things to keep me busy.  while reading some news this morning, i came across an amusing ‘article,’ in the style of the onion.  the article is quite entertaining and should amuse anyone who thinks waking up at 5am to fight crowds for christmas deals is insane.

but then, i got to thinking, why is it called ‘black friday?’  i mean, for something that is billed and the biggest shopping day of the year, it sounds a little morbid, don’t you think?  of course, i went to wikipedia to get the facts.  when entering black friday, you are first directed to a page listing numerous entries with that name.  of course, the very first one refers to the day after thanksgiving, so i click on it, but not before scanning the rest of the list.  among the black fridays in the list, there’s one that’s a song by megadeath, one that’s the title of a 1993 hindi film, one that refers to a massacre of protesters in iran in ’78, and last but not least, one that refers to an air battle over norway in 1945.

in case you’re interested, at the bottom of the page, there are links to “black days of the week.” the notion alone i find amusing, for some reason.

Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday (no black saturday?  what’s up with that?)
Sunday

you can check out the ‘thanksgiving’ version of black friday here….

there may be more to come later, as i may post multiple times today, just out of sheer boredom.

i am so completely screwed….

in fact, a couple of people have asked me if i’m going to post anything about my recent wedding trip to kansas city… here ya go.

i’ve been thinking about this post, in reality, since i arrived in KC. on average, i’ve been ‘home’ about once a year since i moved to hawaii and while every return is a bit more surreal than the last, this one was a kind of wakeup-call on a number of levels….

granted, my memory is notoriously bad, so its perfectly reasonable to wonder whether this trip was in fact the first wakeup-call or just deja vu.

i guess the best place to start would be at the beginning, right? as i started to think about and make plans for the trip, there were a few things that made me a bit apprehensive about it. for starters, apparently i’ve begun to develop anxiety about flying: not so much the crashing and dying, but about the small space surrounded by people. that’s a topic for another post. secondly, i understood a former friend of mine was also planning to attend the wedding. her and i had a falling out several months back and i didn’t want to have to deal with any drama while i was there. lastly, there was the thought of seeing and interacting with people (friends) whom i hadn’t seen or really spoken to since i was there last. i thought it would be stressful and awkward.

as it turns out, i got really lucky with both my flights there; i had plenty of space. while the same wasn’t true for the return flights, i was able to procure isle seats on both flights back. no worries. the former friend decided against attending the wedding, i’m assuming for financial reasons, though i can’t say i really asked. and, as i should have expected, seeing my old friends was fine. no stress. no awkwardness. in fact, it was like slipping on your favorite piece of clothing, or wrapping yourself in a favorite blanket. it was so nice.

it was during this trip trip that i finally realized that no matter the time or distance, those people will always be my friends. i never have to worry that we will drift apart or lose touch with that friendship. it will be there forever and truly stand the test of time. it was a great comfort and joy, making the whole weekend that much more enjoyable and memorable.