Month: May 2018

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P!NK’s Happening Again. The Other Thing Is Not.

Update from Tie o’ the Day: We snagged our 2019 P!NK tickets, so we’re already busy for the evening of next April 3. Also, my ride-along with the Davis County Sheriff’s Office was re-scheduled to next week. Apparently, there was a little snafu with my pre-ride background check. The DCSO nabbed me making a bigly oops over a decade ago, and they wanted to make sure I bear them no grudges. Nope. Ultimately, I’ve checked out to be a reformed and law-abiding citizen. 🍺 🚗 🚓 🚫 I wised up. #serenitycouragewisdom

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Suzanne Is Patient With This Jester

As P!NK was flyin’, swingin’, and flippin’ high across the arena last night, Suzanne gave me and Bow Tie o’ the Concert “the look.” She knows me well and tolerates my eccentricities. She’s even amused by them. I keep her on her toes. I’m a trip. But sometimes she’s simply mystified by my antics. Hence, “the look.” Her “look” here is not too extreme. But whenever I get the bigly, “watch-yourself look,” I try especially hard to behave. Frankly, I’m surprised Suzanne doesn’t throw me “the look” 24/7/365. 🙄

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How Does P!NK Do That?

Bow Tie o’ the Concert wants you to know that those empty seats in the background were filled by showtime. P!NK tickets for next April go on sale tomorrow. I will purchase two tonight at 12:01 AM. That’s how much the concert enthralled us. P!NK is a remarkable entertainer. I’m sure I said “WOW” 78 times. At least. I’ve seen dozens of concerts, but I’ve never experienced a show as wild. Watching P!NK was like watching a kid play hard with abandon, in absolute exuberant joy. She’s for real!

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Sing With Me: “The Bow Tie Sleeps Tonight!”

Bow Tie and I just got an email, informing us tonight’s P!NK concert start-time has changed from 7:30 to 8:30 PM. I’m not angry. Dinner reservations can be changed. But… I’m old, and late nights don’t agree with my body anymore. I call the effect “sleep reflux.” The later show time won’t dampen the over-the-top enjoyment I anticipate, but I’ll pay for it when I struggle to get my– excuse my language– ass out of bed tomorrow. And I’ll probably have sleep boogers in my tired eyes for 72 hours. 🎫 🎟 🎹 🥁 🎸 😴

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I Wanna Wear Them All, But It Ain’t Right.

Bow Ties o’ the Day surprised me this morning. After I woke up and strolled downstairs, this scene greeted me. Tonight is the P!NK concert, and Bow Ties are each clamoring for me to choose to wear “Me, me, me!” Not one is going to go with us. To wear pink to a P!NK show is too obvious and cutesy. Poor things. Even Skitter’s wearing her pink halter, cuz she wants to go. Does my pink sock monkey blanket really think it has a chance to go? 🎼 🎤

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What A Happy Day To Be Happy With Your Person!

When Bow Tie o’ the Day and I lunch with Suzanne, it’s a highlight of our day. We sit at a picnic table outside, far from her office. We laugh too loudly to sit any closer to her building. We are rambunctious, and Bow Tie eggs us on. So many people live together for years, yet cannot stand each other. They don’t communicate: they bicker. I couldn’t bear that. Suzanne and I live in twisty conversations and laughs that never end. I’m aware I’m a lucky soul. 🍀

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Sometimes The Neckwear Want To Be Serious

 

Bow Tie o’ the Day tells us to keep things in perspective. Too often, we think our heads/brains must be tiny, because we make mistakes and bad decisions. This isn’t true. Our heads are exactly the right size. We’re just human, and that makes us fallible. We need to remember that fact, throw on a bow tie, and head out into the world to do better than we did yesterday. Easier said than done. But what choice do we have? Nobody wants to come to our pity party. 🎈

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Do You Spell It HOOPTIE Or HOOPTY?

Here’s Bow Tie o’ the Truck. When the knob on Hombre’s window-roller-downer broke off, Bow Tie replaced it. When you have a 20-year-old truck, you don’t replace things that break. You improvise. First, it’s difficult to still find parts for your beat-up pal. Second, you don’t wanna put money into a vehicle that could easily pass away in its sleep any night. Please note the filth on my armrest. You do not gussy-up your rickety ride. Dirt and grease add character to a Methuselah truck. 🤠

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Too Much Is Not Enough

Sometimes a girl just wants a chin beard. Bow Tie o’ the Day is happy to help me. And sometimes one bow tie is not enough to get you through the day. Again, Bow Tie rises to the challenge. I doubt I will venture out into the urban environment like this, because some people have such a hard time dealing with my neckwear that facial neckwear would cause apoplexy everywhere I go. They do not understand the Bow Tie/Tie philosophy. I’m a tie missionary, but within reason. 👔

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This Boy Can Coooooook!

ADVERTISEMENT! Bow Tie o’ the Day sings the praises of Sunday brunch in Wyoming. Suzanne’s brother, James, is the chef and owner of the Gateway Grille, at the Purple Sage Golf Course in Evanston– the true Windy City. We took a mellow Sabbath drive up I-84, to where James creates an ample and varied spread of yummy chow. I plated-up three times! And I stole pastry on the way out the door. 🍰 Pet peeve alert! One of my bigly peeves is people saying “EVINGSTON,” instead of “Evanston.” 😖