Guess what? Me and the wife bought a house 24 hours ago. I am now officially in debt up to my eyeballs.
Motherfucker.
As the wife said, “you’d think there’d be balloons and confetti coming down from the ceiling, but all you get is a handshake and ‘thank you.'” If it weren’t for the events of Saturday night (wherein I got so drunk in an hour and a half that it took me until 4pm the next day to stop throwing up and trying to hold my head together), I’d’ve cracked open the bottle of champagne in the fridge and have a hootin’ and hollerin’ celebration. As it was, I was just hoping my Lawrencian check would show up so I could buy pizza.
It didn’t, tho’, so how did I celebrate getting a new house and enrolling myself into classes for the first time in five years? In lieu of any sort of actual celebration, I passed out at 7pm and slept until 7 this morning. Missed wrestling, blew off my sister (who called at 11:20), and caught up on my entire weekend’s worth of lost sleep.
Before all that, tho’, I put on a song and danced around the living room, finger-pointing, skanking, and generally scaring the hell out of our cat. Ever since I first heard this song, I knew it’d be the first one I played in the first house I ever got…
Big D & the Kids Table
“51 Gardner”
well i don’t mind the things that i’ve heard today
and i don’t mind the things i’ve seen,
gonna sit right here on my brand new porch
cause this house is good enough for me,
{51 51 gardner}
it’s a nice house i don’t need much it’s got a welfare little porch,
i can sit there all day and still have fun
Big D & the Kids Table – “51 Gardner“