I have no idea where “The Funky Wasteland” came from, I thought I saw it somewhere, but I went back to where I was and it wasn’t there. It’s one of those things where you are flying by some text and it’s almost as if these technically 3 words popped up and slapped your eyeballs. Anyhow, that’s not what I was going to write about.
This weekend I am regretting getting totally wasted on bud lite around my in laws and being the only person to sing Karaoke on the dock to Mister Mister’s “Broken Wings”. While I don’t regret the getting wasted, or the singing, I regret that I had to waste this incredible spectacle on the SQUARE assed people who were there to witness it, because it’s all I heard about while I stumbled up the stairs to pass out on the couch. I’m sorry if you’re too chicken shit to express yourself to this beautiful hit of the 1980’s, but in the words of the ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA… don’t bring me down, bruce (I know, now, thanks to Wikipedia that the lyrics are actually “Don’t bring me down, Gruß”, but seriously, don’t bring me down).
I also regret being laid out all day like an old man by the massive hangover that hasn’t seemed to go away yet. I may also regret almost throwing my nephew off the boat several times. While I barely remember it, I do remember that instead of actually holding onto him, I could have just as easily thrown him overboard and not thought twice about it as I grabbed for another beer.
I also was at one point taking pictures of things including myself with my phone (which I almost lost), and this one happened to be my favorite of the ones I was just reviewing.