So Much to Say
It's Wednesday, September 7th and I'm three days removed from the Pearl Jam weekend. I think post-PJ depression is starting to set in finally. I would gladly take that over the post-Rochelle depression I've been experiencing since watching her walk into security yesterday at Port Columbus. The weekend itself was quite the experience that it had been billed as. We left in my little Mazda 3 at six in the morning, hell bent for Wisconsin. I hadn't anticipated driving Snowball on this trip, but she was somehow up for the task. Drama ensued as we had to hunt down a mechanic in a small know-nothing town in Indiana to fix random noises that were coming from the engine block. It turned out to be a loose piece of plastic and was fixed quickly with a plastic tie and a few holes drilled into the chassis. Still, it was a very stressful morning for the both of us. The thought of being stranded in Indiana was not a pleasant one, despite the nice things that John Mellencamp says abou...