home sweet home!

i'll start posting about rock camp soon... in the meantime, if anyone's interested, i did a "ditl" of my trip up to NY the day before and headed out to coney island for a bit:

here it is...

R.I.P., Js...

last week, someone on my friend's list (forget who) mentioned that they tended to attach feelings or other people-like thoughts to inanimate objects... like, when you feel bad throwing away your plastic coffee stirrer because it'll feel lonely and used in the trashcan. i thought it was really amusing, but couldn't really relate... until tonight.

i had to throw out my electric guitar jammies tonight. i've had them for probably 7 or 8 years, and they have been my favorite jammies ever. but they've been looking a bit worse for wear lately... faded in spots, shredded in others, and as jack showed me tonight, you can literally see through the fabric in the butt area because it's worn so thin.

i brought them to rock camp this weekend, figuring they were the perfect jammies for the trip... and discovered giant holes in places jammies really shouldn't have holes (unless you want really easy access to your butt. no jokes please). then the drawstring on the waist snapped (it snapped a year back, so now it was tied in 2 places). so finally, i had to come to terms with the fact that they were ready to go up to the big bed in the sky. rock camp had been their swan song, so to speak... and it was time to say adieu.

which i was fine with... until i went to toss them tonight. and promptly burst into tears, to jack's amusement. i was hugging them and smooching them and it took a good few minutes before i could bring myself to toss them. and now jack is playing "taps" while i type this up, sniffling at the thought of my lonely jammies in the trash.