It’s late because I just got home after working a 12-hour day. Those are fun. Wish I could do them more often.
I have a bunch of stuff planned for this here blog, but I’m not going to get to any of it until Sunday. Which isn’t a big deal, because y’all won’t check until then anyway.
One cool thing we’ll start next week? The Bootleg Series, a stream of beer reviews based on the bombers we brought back from New York this week. There are enough of them that I can easily stretch this into football season, when we start bringing back fun beer from Ohio. Yeah, we’ll be doing this for a while.
Mrs. Crappy and I have already sampled two of the bottles. I’m not tellin’ about them yet, but I will say this: two similar-ish styles, two very different beers. This is going to be fun.
Unlike the show we saw in Athens in the spring, there were tapers at the Wilco show in Lewiston. I have yet to see the fruits of their efforts at etree. I’m hoping they show up soon.
We don’t have a lot going on this weekend. I think I’m OK with that.
I have to cut the grass.
I’m coaching the Pants Party softball team on Friday evening, in place of the Other White Jim, who has a previous engagement. I’m told “coaching” means making sure everyone finds the field and talking a lot of shit about Shireman. I should be OK with that.
The other thing about softball? For one day only, our team will be known as Uncle Crappy Pants. That’s probably a little too appropriate.
I’m attending a funeral early Saturday morning in Greenville for the wife of my city editor, who died earlier this week. I never met her, but Larry is one of my favorite people in the newsroom. This week has been hard, for that reason; Saturday will be even harder.
I’m also hoping we can still get to the Los Lobos show at Hartwood on Saturday night, but weather and finances may get in the way. Being a grownup sucks sometimes.
This is not a happy post, and I’m sorry about that. I hope tomorrow will be better.