Desultory

Yes, in honor of my birthday (which was yesterday) I am talking about procrastination. This is something I'm very good at. I've been doing this since before I was born, literally. My original due date was April 19th (ironically my little bro's birthday), but little Ike fetus said, "Nah, I'll wait..." and that's just what I did. I didn't end up on Earth until May 12th. Yes people, my mother carried me for nearly 9 months! This is what I blame my habitual tardiness on...nature. Now the title of this post is hardly original, but I never claimed it was. I just like it, I'm a "pro" at "crastinating". Get it? (The crickets are deafening) It's cool, don't laugh, but you should have at least given me a pity birthday laugh. "But your birthday was yesterday, clown!" Okay, #1 Calling me a "clown" is totally uncalled for and B. Let me have my moment!

This weekend my buddy Tim came up from San Diego to record a couple of songs with his band. He asked me if I would shoot some footage of them doing their thing. I was more than happy to do it and we ended up spending about 13 hours in the studio. Needless to say I was pretty tired and ended up getting only about 4 hours of sleep. When I woke up I threw on a shirt similar to this one (but in dark blue and sans the pocket and fruity looking dude):

And these shorts (but in silver):

Then Tim, Jack (one of Tim's bandmates) and I headed out to The Griddle Cafe where the wait was 45 min (totally worth it IMO). Tim was starving and didn't want to wait so we walked down about 2 blocks on Sunset Blvd in Hollywood and decided on Cheebo, but after seeing that they charge $4.75 for a glass of O.J. we hiked back to Griddle Cafe and had a delicious breakfast. Hang with me people, there's a point to me telling you this. So after breakfast we go back and finish recording at the studio and after our goodbyes Tim and Jack went back to SD and I went home.

I got back home and I saw Sherrie and how does she greet me? A kiss, a hug, maybe a "hi"? Nope, she says, "You went out in the world dressed like that?" I looked down at my ensemble and saw nothing wrong with it (and to this day still see nothing wrong with it). I answered, "What's wrong?" "It's a collared shirt with gym shorts!" "So?" "You're not allowed to dress yourself anymore". Now, in my defense, I was tired from lack of sleep and I was going to be in a studio all day shooting and wanted to be comfortable. I also never claimed to be a fashionista, but I guess I can't dress myself anymore.

Which brings us full circle to the title of this post. I'm a lazy person by nature anyway so it kind of works out...I don't have to dress myself anymore! Just so we're clear, I'm not boasting about the fact that I'm a PRO at crastinating, but I've learned to live with it...so should you.

Take care of yourselves and eachother.