Summer nights and a weekend of independence

I'm finally going to use my rooftop balcony for what it should be: an outdoor arena to get drunk. When I moved in a year ago, I was confident that I would spend most of my free time at home on the balcony. I thought I would make a habit of sitting outside away from the hustle and bustle of the city, lost in my thoughts. However, it hasn't been the case and I look forward to hanging out up there tonight. I should resolve to go up there every day for the rest of the summer, but I'm probably too lazy. Anyway, a few friends are coming over to spend a laid back evening shooting the shit, watching the traffic, and staring at the gigantic body of water geologists refer to as a "lake." We may even get to see the last golfers finish their rounds...a golf clap won't be necessary if they finish strong...they won't even see us. Well, its their loss.

Weekends for the past four months have always consisted of either (i) family gatherings, or (ii) time with The Girl. I love spending time with both (i) and (ii), but I miss the lazy weekends in solitude. This will be a good chance to head out with folks I haven't seen in a while, or a chance to do absolutely nothing and be alone. Either way, I'm due for a weekend like this.

I've heard enough complaints to change my cell phone voice mail greeting. I was getting sick of the guitar riff, as well. The day I retired my Madison, WI cellphone number was actually a sad day. It meant that I had to retire the guitar riffed voicemail greeting. The guitar I used for that greeting was my first electric guitar ever. It got stolen that summer, so I refused to change the message out of respect for the stolen guitar. Thus, I make guitar messages as a sign of reverence to my glam rock red charvelle guitar...but I digress. How would one change his voicemail greeting if it has featured a guitar riff for the past two years? More guitar? A normal message? Yeah, right....

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