Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of Your Mother

I'm sure ones, maybe even twos of people have been wondering where I've been this past week. The Mommy came to visit and I was busy entertaining---and being entertained---by same. She got here mid-Monday afternoon and left early this AM. We really didn't do anything but we did a lot of stuff. I assume that makes sense. We went to the Opry Plaza show of the Derailers. Ma didn't dig them much-I thought that they were quite good, tho I miss Tony of course, Brian has good presence and all. Mom's comment was "he just sounds so much like Chuck. Do they all sound the same?" Now I have to think about that----DO they all sound the same? If this is the case I own many many CDs claiming to be by many different artists that are in fact by the same person. So of course I am confused. Then again, it could just be that some people don't like country music. I know---that seems impossible-and yet, I have heard that it is true.
What else? I have a new couch. Or, I have a very old couch-but it is new to me. It's a lovely couch-assuming you like brown flowers. This couch has GOT to be 35 years old, but I suspect it's got the most use of it's life in the last week. Ahhh, tag sales. How awesome thou art. And I have a lovely rug-very costly-bought on remainder and then given to me but it is a real quality rug and it "really ties the room together" and more Jack Kerouac imagery-an awesome poster purchased at the Old Time Hobby Lobby for what I presume to be less than the tag price. A terribly awesome poster and it compliments the On the Road poster and all the pin up girls. I'm so bohemian it's painful. Really-or not.
Meanwhile for anyone visiting Nashvegas, avoid I-40. Just trust me unless yr into suffering. If you like being miserable and full of woe then spend lots of time on I-40 I guess, East. I could be wrong. Toward Nashville from Charlotte Pike. Bring refreshments. And maybe drugs. Not maybe, actually, bring drugs. It'll make the trip MUCH more pleasant. When I made the trip I had no drugs. Luckily, I had snacks. So at least I only went sorta crazy.
And mostly that's it...Oh-the shitty day---Flat tire. No hazard coverage. No logical reason for a flat tire. So woulda cost at least $40 or more for a new tire (the same one I replaced not a month ago---let me stress THE SAME TIRE a brand new tire blew out for no logical reason---it was 11am so shut out that thought will ya). Then stupid head of my Dept at Gradual School told me all the $$ for assistantships was gone already for next year even tho the deadline for apps is two weeks hence still. And she treated me like persona non grata so I was feeling very horrid and like it wasn't worth continuing to exist.
I got over it. Thank you Saturday night at the Bluegrass with all my peeps from the mid-West and around the corner. Thanks Hermitage diner and lots of alcohol and pickin' and grinnin'. And even in his own strange way-thanks strange drunk dude who showed up from nowhere cuz, well, what's a weird night without an univited guest?