The title of each blog is the music that I’m listening to for the day. Today’s choice is a very private one and yet here I am exposing it. Melanie, you knew that I was a bastard a long time ago… But chances are that you’re not reading this.
Melanie is as distant as the date written on this mix… 8/88.
We made little mix tapes for each other to enjoy together when we were alone and basking in the warm glow of happiness. Whenever personal mixes like this pop up into my rotation, it’s like jumping into Professor Peabody’s Wayback Machine. We would make little covers for them and here’s a picture of Melanie’s handiwork.
Goat Boy brought me something back from his little vacation to the Bahamas… A shot glass. The only other shot glasses that I own are part of a drinking chess game…
My bible-thumping mother, of all people, gave this to me one Christmas. When I first opened it, I tried to mask the “Why?” that was plastered all over my face. Did mom really think that I just drink and drink and drink like some kind of frat boy? Was she finally coming to terms with the fact that I like to drink? Was she accepting my vices and me?
I only broke it out once and that was to appease Preston’s curiosity. And for the record, we used apple juice instead of liquor.
So, I guess that I already had a good collection of shot glasses as well as a thinking man’s game.
The only other shot glass that I’ve ever had was a Jim Beam shot glass with Robby Gordon’s car on it. I only got because it was attached to the neck of a fifth of Jim Beam bourbon. It’s still in the box and I still need to get the other 2 in that Robby Gordon series.
Will I seriously set upon a quest to acquire them?
The one Goat gave me is on the left and the Robby Gordon is on the right.
I never found any Dick Trickle shot glasses.
I’m still on my quest for the perfect lighter. Not a Bic or some other kind of disposable. I’m looking for the right Zippo lighter. I started carrying one a little over a year ago for two purposes.
1. A German cat showed me how to open a bottle of beer with a disposable lighter at a party at Mitch Easter’s Fidelitorium Studios. And with that information, as long as I had a lighter, I would always be able to enjoy a frosty adult beverage.
2. And you never know when a lady will need a light.
That last one has served me well.
I’ve toyed with getting a KISS lighter, but I don’t know if they ever officially put out any Zippos. I’ve looked for a Cheap Trick lighter too and I’ve had no luck.
Perhaps I should just go with something non-descript… But having a lighter that means something to me will make me keep close tabs on it. I won’t be giving it up to someone just because they don’t have one and mine is disposable. I want that lighter to mean something and even possibly represent a facet of my personality. I want a story behind the lighter.
I’m not looking for something like the watch story from the film ‘Pulp Fiction’, but a back-story is always nice.