One of the downsides to apartment living is a lack of packages during the week. My mailbox is nowhere near big enough for any sort of delivery that would involve a 7" or larger and the post office closes at 5PM. This effectively renders Saturday mornings Fun Vinyl Mailorder Arrival Day for Andy. This week was particularly overwhelming. Two packages from Vinyl Collective and a "care package" of sorts from a college buddy of mine.
Murder By Death - Good Morning, Magpie
The Get Up Kids - Simple Science E.P.
Frank Turner/Crazy Arm - Split 7"
Bill's Package of Happiness, Laughter, and Friendship:
Greg Giraldo - Midlife Vices
Joe Rogan - Talking Monkeys in Space
Aziz Ansari - Intimate Moments for a Sensual Evening
Nick Swardson - Seriously, Who Farted? Songs of the Sarah Silverman Program
George Lopez - Tall, Dark & Chicano
Nick Thune - Thick Noon CD/DVD
Manchester Orchestra - Live at Park Ave.
"The Double Life is Twice as Good" by Jonathan Ames
See what I mean? That's a lot of ish. Granted, some from the latter are duplicates--so much stand-up comedy, so little time! Saturday felt like Christmas! I plan on making the 20-minute walk to the Brighton post office a part of my weekly routine. Throw in a visit to the local coffee shop and a bit of reading?
I'm hoping I might actually make a new friend or two this summer. That last sentence was a bit of a left turn. What up, stream of consciousness? Hah! Anyway. That's what I get for perpetually imagining my life as a movie.
Boy moves to new city. Boy wanders around city and finds new places to eat, drink, hang about, etc. Boy bumps into quirky female. Quirky female makes joke, boy smiles shyly and withdraws. Quirky female persists despite boy's shyness. She finds it endearing. Boy hesitates still, but things progress regardless. Then a Shins song plays. And the credits roll as they kiss.
Probably won't go down like that. If at all. But y'know. If not for dreaming, I wouldn't date at all these days. Not necessarily a bad thing. I'm finally getting that "me" time I so desperately craved--and I actually have the piece of mind and levelhead to enjoy it this time around!
It feels good. But that whole "walking home alone at the end of the night" thing? Yeah. It still gets to me.