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My Wife Has An Awesome Job, Vol. DLXXII

  • Me:

    Hey, did you get my message --

  • The Wife:

    Hold on a sec.

  • *pause*

  • Will Ferrell's Voice, In The Background:

    Did I forget to put on pants today?


My Wife Has An Awesome Job, Part MMXVII.

  • The Wife:

    Today I called a coworker and asked, "Do you want to get hit in the nuts today?" Later, I had to ask the same co-worker if he was wearing a cup.

  • Me:

    Hahahaha

  • The Wife:

    These are "normal" conversations around here.

  • Me:

    Hahahahahahaha

  • The Wife:

    Then, I had to tell Brian Williams that he *was* wearing a cup. I may have blushed when Brian Williams explained that -- as a guy -- he just wanted to be sure.

  • Me:

    Haaaahahaaaaaahahaaahahahahahahahahahaha


My Wife Has An Awesome Job, Part VIXILI.

  • Me:

    How's work?

  • Wife:

    I just wiped fake blood off Matt Lauer.


In where, I get to go and watch these fool rock out tonight at the Ed Sullivan Theatre. If you, at home, are interested in such rock, you can catch it on your computron-type devices by clicking to this place.


Last night I had the distinct pleasure of stopping by my Wife’s office, and, by doing so, was fortunate enough to watch a band that helped form my own particular musical tastes.
I first started listening to The Specials back in high school, when I entered my full-blown “Ska Period”.  They had long since broken up, but their records could be picked up cheaply — not only at the small, indie stores downtown where we got our Moon Ska discs — but at the bigger chains like Camelot Music at the mall (due to The Specials being on a major label: Chrysalis/Virgin).  
The Specials reunited last year with six of the seven original members (it’s unlikely Jerry Dammers will ever rejoin the group) and were touring for their 30th Anniversary.  As luck would have it, my wife sent me a message yesterday saying they were on the show (well, technically Friday’s show, which tapes on Monday).  She then suggested I come up after work and she’d sneak me into the back of the theatre — where I’d get to watch them play.
So I did.  And it was pretty great.  Paul and the CBS Orchestra kicked out some ska jams (Madness and Bosstones) during the prior commercial break — Lynval even warmed up and danced around to their rendition of “The Impression That I Get”.  Before I knew it, The Specials came out and played a stirring rendition of “Nite Klub”.  For a bunch of guys in their 50’s, they still move around quite well.
Not a bad way to end a hard day at work, if I do say so myself.

Last night I had the distinct pleasure of stopping by my Wife’s office, and, by doing so, was fortunate enough to watch a band that helped form my own particular musical tastes.

I first started listening to The Specials back in high school, when I entered my full-blown “Ska Period”.  They had long since broken up, but their records could be picked up cheaply — not only at the small, indie stores downtown where we got our Moon Ska discs — but at the bigger chains like Camelot Music at the mall (due to The Specials being on a major label: Chrysalis/Virgin).  

The Specials reunited last year with six of the seven original members (it’s unlikely Jerry Dammers will ever rejoin the group) and were touring for their 30th Anniversary.  As luck would have it, my wife sent me a message yesterday saying they were on the show (well, technically Friday’s show, which tapes on Monday).  She then suggested I come up after work and she’d sneak me into the back of the theatre — where I’d get to watch them play.

So I did.  And it was pretty great.  Paul and the CBS Orchestra kicked out some ska jams (Madness and Bosstones) during the prior commercial break — Lynval even warmed up and danced around to their rendition of “The Impression That I Get”.  Before I knew it, The Specials came out and played a stirring rendition of “Nite Klub”.  For a bunch of guys in their 50’s, they still move around quite well.

Not a bad way to end a hard day at work, if I do say so myself.


Yet another example of why Bill Murray is one of the greatest people in the universe.  (Also, see if you can spot The Wife — and my unborn child! — in this one.)


My Wife Has An Awesome Job, Part III.

  • Me:

    Hey.

  • The Wife:

    Hi.

  • Me:

    How's work?

  • The Wife:

    Okay. Cyndi Lauper asked when I was due.


My Wife Has An Awesome Job, Part II.

  • The Wife:

    Yankees are here.

  • Me:

    Ugh.

  • The Wife:

    Lyla Garrity is here too, though.

  • Me:

    Ah, right, they're a couple. Well, that's pretty cool.

  • The Wife:

    Only good thing about today so far.

  • (thirty minutes later...)

  • The Wife:

    Some PR guy for the Yankees gave out gift cards for Modells.

  • Me:

    Really?

  • The Wife:

    He said "yeah, go get some Yankees stuff."

  • Me:

    Ha!

  • The Wife:

    I just smiled and took the card. Fifty dollars is fifty dollars.

  • Me:

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.



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