It seems like this summer has been one loooooong road trip, with a couple of stops at work inbetween. This isn't a bad thing, since I've found some really great company to come along on the road trip, but have you met the old Anne? I used to spend my weekends curled up at home, catching up on music, movies, tv shows, more music...I even made time for Saturday morning cartoons! Okay, really I just was all sorts of lazy. I work well with lazy.
Now I feel like some sort of half-assed jet setter. This weekend I'm going to the beach with a lot of people. This should be really nice, because the weather should be nice, and I like all the people who'll be cramming into too few bedrooms.
Next weekend I'm going to Woodstock to not be a hippie. I'd make an awful hippie, you know that much, right? I've been told I'm going shopping for cds. Not so much of a stretch for me. I'm skipping a Bardo Pond show for this, so it better be good. Oh, and I'm going to see the Hold Steady next Friday night. I tried to go see them the last time they played Philly, but I was thwarted by the broken rear window of my car.
Ally McWheel takes way too much abuse. She's a sweetheart.