Hello, readers. I hope you are having a wonderful, relaxing labor day weekend. I hope you’ve had time to enjoy a drink, the company of good friends and family, and maybe even learned a valuable life lesson. For example, Kasey and I learned a valuable lesson about Wii Golf safety this weekend. I’ve been playing Tiger Woods 10 on my Wii recently. Awesome game. The controls are amazing. Anyways, I was playing it on Saturday afternoon, and doing pretty well. Game time is April 4, 2009 (or something), and I’m competing in Day 3 at Shesham in the Shaghai Classic. I’m 3 or 4 under par and at the eleventh hole. For me – this is the equivalent of being on fire – although I’m probably in 24th place and leagues behind the likes of Els and Palmer. Anyways, I’m teed up. I’m ready to go. There is a certain air of professionalism and awesomeness that kinda fills the room. The crowd is silent. I’m ready. I start a powerful, fluid – beautiful – back swing and feel the Wiimote make solid, dishearteningly intense contact with the nose and right-eye of my soon-to-be-bride. As in: it-is-a-week-away-from-our-
The former smells of awesomeness and professionalism flee the room like criminals who are in violation of parole and the police just showed up at the party. In their place a damp funk consisting of fear and panic descends upon the room like a heavy layer of Bay Area fog. The lights dim. Time slows down and moves in single frames. Strangely, my thoughts flood out at double speed while everything around me is moving in these slow single frames. My brain identifies the smell of fear and panic as stemming from the following concerns: 1) is Kasey’s nose broken? 2) what if I just gave Kasey a black-eye only a week before our wedding? 3) oh my god, I just hurt Kasey; 4) people are going to think I hit her on purpose; and 5) the fear that Kasey is going to be so mad at me.
Thankfully, I did not break Kasey’s nose. Also thankfully, I did not give her a black-eye, although there is a spot of bruising on Kasey’s eye-lid. We spent most of the day Saturday monitoring her cheek for any signs of swelling or bruising: which blessedly did not appear. Sunday we went to our friends’ wedding. Long story short, I didn’t prepare a proper musical pairing for today. Kasey, once again proving that women are more competent than their male counterparts, did finish her post. Nonetheless, despite the absence of a true Musical Pairing, I will recommend an album that I’ve been meaning to post for a few weeks: Jay Reatard’s Watch Me Fall. It is his first proper full-length, and it is awesome. It is good old melodious-but-skeezy rock n’ roll. “It Ain’t Gonna Save Me,” “Before I Was Caught,” “Can’t Do It Anymore,” and “I’m Watching You” are all great tunes. Creepy album cover though, huh?
Jay Reatard – It Ain’t Gonna Save Me
Jay Reatard – Wounded
Head back to eating/sf to wish Kasey a speedy recovery and to read her recipe for her chard with anchovies recipe. I’d love to hear your stories about Wii-related accidents in the comments section!
