Hot rod hullabaloo

Yes I have been neglecting the blog. Still up to my eye balls in home reno's and lots going on at work. You all know the deal, your all in the same boat, that is busy with something we call life.

Some of us however have things a little better, but I should be quick to add it is by there own design and hard work.

This doesn't mean I have to like it, and I can still be jealous.

Take my friend Mike for example. He retired at a very early age and spent all this winter in the south of France. Mike was nice enough to send me a photo of him hard at work sampling the local food at some dump of a restaurant... (like I said I can still be jealous) Things must have been bad cause he seems to be doing a lot of drinking. .. At least that's what I'll tell myself.

You can tell by the smug look on his face he is saying to the camera " Hey Monty, it's Tuesday I just got out of bed at 10:00 and I'm drunk. In fact I am still wearing my pajamas...have fun trying to start your car today as I saw on line that it's -32c in Toon Town. p.s. I can speak French but I don't....I just don't give a crap."

I caught up with Mike on his return to Canada. He came back just in time to play six different shows over the St. Paddy's day weekend. Truly the hardest working Celtic band I know....good thing he was still drunk.

I'm starting to feel really old. My buddy Trevor and the crew went out to the Roxy to catch some "Holy Mother Of Metal" band and I didn't want to go. I couldn't picture myself trying to talk to my friends by yelling over the pant shaking volume of some guy playing thrasher guitar riffs at the speed of light. Do you remember Beaker from the Muppet show? Imagine him as an auctioneer....except through a Marshall amp.

I am old. I don't understand the singers in the death metal bands. I mean I really can't understand what they are singing. I watched "I Am Legend" the new Will Smith movie. (Kind of like the Omega Man from years back) The mutants all must have been hired from these bands cause it seemed to me to be the same. Sort of like Lou when he is hung over and afflicted with whiskey voice making low grunts like he is trying to communicate by using a primal version of Morse Code. We've all been there, just never though you could make a career out of it.

Yep I'm old. My friend Jr. took exception to me being such a sissy and staying in to watch TV that he kept phoning me at all hours of the night threatening to come over. I should have gone cause my mind was about as exciting as the show I was watching.....