On this date in history:
1970: Led Zeppelin played a gig in Copenhagen as “The Nobs” after Eva Von Zeppelin, a relative of the airship designer, threatened to sue if the family name was used in Denmark.
Ha! The Nobs.
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In regards to my last entry (“In Which Tony Bemoans the Dearth of Pants”) I am now +2 on the pants count. Vielen Dank, Herr Strauss!
Damn.
In the past couple of weeks, I have bought two polo shirts, two pairs of workout shorts, two nice belts, and a t-shirt.
That leaves me with a) still no pants or shorts that fit correctly, b) with need of at least two pairs of shoes, and c) with a cleaned out wallet.
In the past two months I have bought four pairs of jeans, all of which are now too big for me. I look like I’m wearing hand-me-downs. Still wearing them, though, becasue going it pantless is not an option.
I guess I can tell myself that the gym membership is very cheap, so I’m saving money there. And I wouldn’t rather be fat and more moneyed; besides, I’d have just wasted the money on other stuff in that case.
But goddamn.
Oh, you thought the panflute illustrations were a one-shot deal?
Now this is news.
The whole area around NCSU, especially along Hillsborough Street, smells like delicious grilling meat, and has all day long. On the way to work, it smelled scrumptious, but I assumed that was a nice side effect of being within a block of Q Shack.
But tonight after leaving the gym — more cookout smell.
Oh, this is a wonderful thing.
