Put Another Dime in the Jukebox, Baby

Maybe it’s because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel–I’ve got 6 more days to go at my part time job. But this week has been a major car karaoke week. I’m talkin’ song after song of total groovin’.  It made it hard to get out of the car! I tend to categorize my days and weeks by songtracks. This week included the song above, along with Don’t Stop Believin’, G Thang, My Life…and on and on. I’m not sure if these are the actual titles, by the way. What kind of freak am I that I know every stinkin’ word of these songs and have absolutely no clue as to the actual title of the song. 

Moving on. 

Last night we went here

The Hollywood Bowl

 

It’s really a little slice of heaven in the middle of a total cluster of a city. It’s absolute hell getting there and getting home, though. We spent more time in the car round trip than the total concert. Don’t you wish you lived here, too? I know you do. 

But we made the sacrifice for a reason: this guy

B.B. King ya'll

 

I’ll get to that in a sec but also wanted to mention that this guy started the show. 

Buddy Guy

 

I could have listened to Buddy Guy all night long. I mean, this man is a-ma-zing. But so was B.B. He played for a good hour and did a fair amount of talking, too. I guess people play the Blues for a reason. They got lots of stories. And Mr. King had some pretty sassy stories I might add (one about various medications such as “the little blue pill.” You know, viagra). But who the hell cares when you’re 84, right? Even though he was sitting on a chair with his guitar in his lap and a bunch of band members behind him, entertaining a crowd of 17,000+, he was right at home, almost like he was talking to a bunch of friends. This guy is filled with joy I think. And you could feel it. 

The thrill was gone pretty quickly though as we sat in our car waiting for the stacked parking to move. An hour later we were finally on the road. Yeesh. I haven’t been up that late on a “school night” in forever. I know, that’s totally sad and lame but whatever. I love my sleep. 

So this morning was pretty rough and I did not want to get up and exercise before work. But I know from prior experience that if I don’t, I have very limited patience. I also thought, what would April do? She’d go for it, of course! So I did my best not to half ass it. 

And this is what Yogi said: 

Your life is based on the capacity of energy in you, not outside of you. 

I’m always surprised to find that I have more reserved energy than I thought. 

How do you tap into your energy reserves?

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2 responses to “Put Another Dime in the Jukebox, Baby

  1. Yahoo! I got up this morning and got it done too. Now I feel great!

    I’m going to have I Love Rock N Roll in my head all day now 🙂

  2. You guys do fun stuff! I’m a little jealous…

    Anyway, I’ve been kind of a slacker lately, so I’m not sure I’m qualified to talk about energy reserves. However, I usually just think about how much better I’ll feel after I do it and how crappy/lazy I’ll feel if I don’t. That pretty much motivates me!

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