#i know it's still tuesday a hop a skip and a jump to the west but >:( the principle of the thing >:(

[thewholedamnboulangerie]

a helping hand (on the highway to hell)

For Day 2 of KinnPorsche Week (prompt: ‘That’s my family’ + comfort)

Rebellion looked good on Chay. That was what all his friends had been saying lately - they seemed endlessly amazed at the new depths of confidence he’d been displaying, paying him constant compliments every time he showed up with his hair streaked in some fun new colours, or with glittery, razor-winged eye make-up straight out of a TikTok tutorial, or once, memorably, with a lip piercing.

(Admittedly, it had been a fake - a real one would have riled Porsche up to an extent that he still wasn’t quite sure he was ready for. Although he had an appointment to get his ears pierced next week, which was a start.)

He could happily admit that he hadn’t been making the best decisions lately. But he was quickly discovering that making a few bad decisions on purpose tasted a hell of a lot sweeter than he’d ever been led to believe.

Tonight, the beat of the club’s shitty EDM was thrumming in his veins, his last shot he’d thrown back was adding to the comfortable haze that had settled across his senses, and the new shock of red adorning his bangs had definitely passed peer review among his friends. Even if Porsche would be angry with him for sneaking out yet again, Chay couldn’t bring himself to regret any of it.

Especially when he’d wrangled a new partner in crime out of it all. Even if Macau Theerapanyakul was more naturally proficient as an enabler than as a friend, he’d somehow managed to become both to Chay. It was Macau who had guided Chay to the bars that trod that fine, fine line of just edgy enough to scratch the itch that had been living under his skin since the day the truth had taken a wrecking ball to his life, while also maintaining enough of a veneer of respectability that he’d never felt truly unsafe in any of them. On the other hand, it had been Chay who’d coaxed Macau first into playing a few games together, then into some movie nights, and finally into feeling comfortable enough around Chay that he’d ended up crying into his shoulder more than once.

Chay would bet that he didn’t know all of Macau’s secrets, not by a long shot. But he knew more than a few, by now.

But Macau hadn’t been able to make it to the club tonight, so when a red-cheeked, burly older man with whiskey-sour breath suddenly loomed over Chay, he felt a twinge of very real fear. Macau seemed to be able to make just about anyone back off with barely more than a glance - having been brought up in the butcher’s den, all of his edges had been honed to more than razor-sharp. All of Chay’s freshly-learned bravado was a pale reflection by comparison - even though he was gradually realising that his spine was made of stronger steel than he’d ever given himself credit for, it was still raw, and unforged, and certainly not sharp enough to cut. Out on his own for once, the difference between them suddenly felt like a chasm.

The stranger grunted something at him, too garbled for Chay to understand over the thump of the music. He tried to convey as much, but that was the wrong move; anger flashed in the drunkard’s gaze, focusing it, and a clumsy hand swiped out in Chay’s direction.

Before the adrenaline even had a chance to truly crackle through his veins in response, someone else intercepted and caught the punch with their own hand. A smooth voice, somehow perfectly audible even above the pulsing rhythm, crooned in English, “Oh, I don’t think you want to be doing that.”

Chay whirled around, and found himself face to face with one of the last people he’d have expected to see - despite his newfound friendship with Macau, he’d rarely crossed paths with his brother. At least until now.

Vegas Theerapanyakul was smiling sweetly at his aggressor, which was somehow all the more terrifying. Or at least, it should have been - instead, Chay felt all of his fear draining away, replaced by an utterly incongruous sense of safety, which somehow refused to fade even when the man retreated cradling a pair of newly-broken fingers; even when Chay’s gut was telling him that such a controlled display of violence was really a show of exemplary restraint, when it came to the man now standing in front of him.

Outside the club, a few minutes later, Vegas lit up a cigarette and offered another to Chay, which he hesitantly accepted. After a moment of awkward silence, during which he valiantly managed not to cough, Chay ventured, “Uh. Thank you, Khun Vegas.”

A curt nod was the only reply. And there must have been more of the vodka still swirling through his system than he’d thought, because he found himself adding, “Why were you there, though?”

Vegas cocked an eyebrow; Chay met his gaze head-on.

He really did keep surprising himself, these days.

Finally, Vegas let out a soft laugh, barely more than a sigh. “You are like your brother,” he mused, before taking another drag of his cigarette. He blew the smoke out almost pensively, then continued, “And I guess I’m like him too, in some ways.”

He paused for so long, Chay almost gave in to the urge to prod him to continue. But eventually, Vegas continued, “You’ve been hanging around Macau a lot, lately. Guess I was curious if you were worth his interest.”

Chay wasn’t entirely sure if he was being baited, or if that was a simple statement of fact. Either way, he refused to rise to it. “And why did you step in to help me?”

A look of genuine surprise crossed Vegas’s face, at that. “That’s my family for you, kid. Reprisals against anyone who threatens one of our own is what we do.” He shrugged, and stubbed out his cigarette. “If Macau’s decided that you’re one of our own, that’s good enough for me.”

Chay kept staring at the end of the alleyway until long after Vegas’s retreating back had been swallowed up by it. He had the niggling feeling that he ought to be more bothered by the fact that he’d possibly been quasi-adopted by one of the most dangerously unhinged men he’d ever met, but somehow, all he could muster was a quiet sense of comfort.

Maybe he ought to get that lip piercing after all, he mused. After all, what was there to fear from his older brother’s ire, when he apparently had a much scarier older brother in his corner anyway?

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 35)

"That FUCKING Jacket...."

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Ashley and Dom hit Colson's early Tuesday morning. They're all in the kitchen.

Colson and Dom making phone calls, working out last minute details for I'm Ok. They're gonna shoot the video tomorrow.

Ashley and Luna deal with promotion and other things regarding Nightmare. Confirming it's up and streaming, that sketches of their merch have been received and that they'll have proto types of them before the end of the week. Finishing up by scheduling a meeting with Randall Marshall from AL's chapter of the ACLU for next week.

The girls sweetly tell Their Boys goodbye before they leave for a radio interview at KISS FM.

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"THIS is gonna be FOOKING SICK!!" Dom declares hopping around the kitchen like a jumping bean. Laughing, Colson agrees as he looks for his weed.

"Hold on man, I'll be right back." He tells Dom, heading upstairs. Looking around his room, Luna's leather catches his eye hanging on the knob of the closet door.

"I hate that FUCKING thing." He thinks to himself, fire flashing inside of him as he grabs a mason jar of bud.

Back downstairs Colson asks Dom if he thinks Ashley would mind doing him a favor. "I don't see why not, Mate. What is it?" He asks as Colson explains.

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The interview is fun and engaging. Ryan praising them on Nightmare's instant success, it's empowering message and insane video. Applauding their efforts for wanting to help AL as they mention the merch donations. The girls are delighted and proud. Ashley mostly talks as Luna chimes in when she wants to.

"Now, I have to ask. Shot by a woman, all female cast, written and sang by 2 powerful women. Was it an all female production from top to bottom too?" Seacrest asks.

"No." Luna steps in. Her next words surprise Ashley. "We're backed and produced by MGK and his Guys."

Ryan pulls his head back "Are you who he's dating, Brooklyn? I've been hearing rumours." He leads.

"The idea was to flip that old saying 'Behind every great man, is a great woman.' Here you have a strong group of men backing strong women." She responds, completely side stepping his question. "We're not looking for separation or dominance, Ryan. We WANT support and equality." She finishes firmly.

Ashley smirks as Luna shrugs her one shoulder to Seacrest's annoyance. They chat a bit more about the project and the women involved. Ending the interview with Thank Yous as Nightmare plays them out.

Off Air Ryan says to Luna shaking his head "You're never gonna give me anything On Air are you, Loons?"

"Nope." She confirms with a smile to his laughing hug before she leaves.

"Tell him I said Hi." He yells down the hall to her laugher as she skips away.

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Back in Ashley's Wrangler, she looks at Luna. "I thought you were gonna out yourself for a second."

Luna looks at her sideways. "Psh. Yeah right." She laughs "Just giving credit where credits due." As she fires up a joint.

"Clever cover up." Ashley accepts it from Luna.

"I thought so." Both girls laughing, getting stoned as they head to Ashley's favorite nail salon. Luna needs a manicure after NY.

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Ashley and Luna walk into Colson's to quick kisses and Colson pulling Ashley back out the door. A confused Luna grabs a beer and heads upstairs to change. She's going to sit by the pool, burn, hang out with Dom, Benny and Rook. Trying to make sense of the dozens of lyrics rolling around her head

🎶Out on the West Coast//They got a saying//If you're not drinking//You're not creating//And I've//Found the music//Yeah, I've got music//Boy Blue//Without you🎶 She writing a love song about CA to NY. Knowing in her heart, it's metaphor.

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"Thanks for your help." Colson tells Ashley as they get back into his Rover. He's lighting a joint.

"I'm telling you, Kells. She'll like this one, and you might have a chance if you explain it to her well. She may even tuck the other away for you, but she'll never get rid of it."

"I know, Ash." He sighs. "I can't fucking stand seeing it though, especially with her shoulder the way it is."

"Welcome to Life With Loons, Kells. You wanted a rider, you got one." She takes the joint from him.

"I know...." He sighs again with a groan.

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After taking a shower Luna throws on a thin short, blue flannel dress with fishnet thigh highs, chunky, heeled booties and a solid red lip. Her blonde hair loose. Colson watches her get dressed. He loves the way she moves. They're headed to his friend Logan's for a party. She grabs her leather to his dismay.

"Kitten...." He starts. "Can I talk to you for a sec." She looks at him concerned. Sitting next to him on the bed, leather in her lap. "I don't know how to say any of this." He tells her, thinking of Ashley's words.

"Just say it, Colson." Luna's part worried, part becoming annoyed.

"I hate that fucking jacket." He spits out, without thinking.

"What." Her lip is cocked, eyebrows furrowed. Confused.

He grabs her leather and holds it up in front of them. "All THIS." He cirlces the safety pins securing the bullet hole. "I fucking hate THIS." She's silent, looking at him sideways. She flips her right arm over. Exposing the cockroach on her right forearm again. He gives her a nasty look back.

"I knew she was gonna be a fucking cunt about this." He thinks annoyed.

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"Mothersfuckers steady be trying to tell me what to fucking do." Her mind flashes angrily.

She breaks her silence, trying to choose her words. "We're new, so we're gonna be careful here. I get that you don't like Jax and I's relationship. And me getting shot while on a job with him only amplifies that. But you need to look at THIS." She circles the bobby pins on the jacket "As not of him, but of ME. I didn't need him to save me. I dropped that cop, MYself. I had enough time and adrenaline to get me AND my shit the fuck up outta there. On my own. He was a simple helping hand, a reason why you don't do a job alone." She states matter of fact. She puts her hand on the side of his face, looking into his blue eyes. "The jacket isn't a big deal to me, but, you trusting me and respecting what I do is, Bunny. I will always take your opinion into consideration. But, please don't ever think you can tell me what to fucking do, Colson. Ever." She leans up and kisses his silent lips.

"I feel like This Bitch just mind fucked me. And that I should feel bad for not seeing her strength in it, the way she does." He thinks confused with himself.

She stands up, tucking it in her bag. "I'll grab a new one tomorrow." She says nonchalantly.

"No. Don't." He finally tells her. "Wear whatever you want, Kitten. You're right." He stands up, pulling it back out of her bag and her into his arms. Giving her a deep, understanding kiss. His touch makes her body flush and lips plump, any annoyance slipping away. "I love you, Loons. Every fucking little piece of you." He tells her after the kiss. "I did get you something though." He kisses her on the mouth before letting her go to pull a box out from under the bed.

She laughs loudly, blue eyes sparkling as she opens the box to find a FABULOUS black leather jacket with studding and small red details.

"THIS MOTHERFUCKER." Her heart bursting.

"You weren't playing, hunh?" She asks continuing to laugh as she slides it on.

"No." He laughs sheepishly with her.

"You're a fucking maniac." She tells him, laughing still as she jumps into his arms and throws her arms over his shoulders. "I love it, tho. Thank you." Kissing him. 🎶And then She had 2🎶 She sings to him, both of them laughing. Kissing each other passionately, her legs are wrapped around his waist as his hands grip her thick ass. She squeezes him tightly with her body as he slides his middle finger inside of her, making her moan out. Kissing hard, bucking against his hand. "FUCK me." She begs him into his ear.

He slides her down his body, whipping her around quickly, his cock is throbbing for her. Bending her over, he runs his hands up her ass, pushing her flannel dress up before he slides her black patties down to her ankles.

"Fucking black." He smiles to himself.

❗SLAP❗ He spanks her hard with his large hand before running his finger along her soft pussy lips. Dropping his pants, he stands behind her red ass, dick bulging. "You want this?" He teases her. She begs Yes, before he slowly pushes into her moans. He groans pulling her back by her hair "FUCK, KITTEN!!!" He calls out, gripping her hip, fully entering her. Beginning to fuck her hard.

She bounces her ass off his dick, walls clenching around the size of his huge cock. Seeing stars.

"Who's dick is this?" He demands.

"MINE." She pants at him.

"WHO'S DICK IS IT?" He pulls her hair tighter.

Slamming into him, she moans loudly with authority "MINE! It's MY FUCKING DICKKK." Her cries make them both explode for the other.

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Walking into the party, Colson introduces Luna to a couple of his friends. Logan, his brother Jake and Jake's fiancé, Tana. Colson and Luna sit sharing a beer with Them, Mod, Phem, Benny, Rook, Slim and a few others. He pulls her intimately into him, by the neck. Kissing her on the forehead just before Tana yanks her away to both of their disliking.

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Colson continues to bust it up with The Brothers. Talking about Jake's upcoming wedding.

"You guys seem to really got IT." He tells Colson, commenting on him and Luna. "Think you'll take the plunge, Bruh?" He asks him.

Colson chuckles, looking down. "I don't know if she'd let me lock it down like that, Dawg. She's something else...." He trails off. "She DID get tatted with me tho."  Colson beams, proudly showing off their matching ink to The Brothers.

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Looking for Luna a bit later reminds Colson of his birthday. He's on a balcony looking down, trying to find her again. Then he remembers what Tommy did. Leaning over the rail, just the same, he bellows "BROOOOKLLYYYYYNNNN!!!!!" Searching for THAT bangled wrist. He finds it and her eyes. They stare into the other, mesmerized, locked in silence with only them, The World raging outside their bubble. He throws his arms up with his cigarette burning, grinning at her for a moment before he goes to get her.

"Damn, she looks good in that jacket." Colson stared long at Luna before heading down to meet her. "I fucking love her." He thinks, happy she chose to wear his.

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A smile breaks out onto Luna's face as she hears Colson holler for her. "Oh, thank Fuck." She sighs in relief, like their first night. Lifting a freshly painted, black fingernail, she finds him. Tana finally goes silent to Luna, once they lock eyes. All she can hear is her love for him

🎶I see🎶My Bunny🎶Swaying🎶His Newport is on fire🎶His hands are up🎶From the balcony🎶He's calling "Brooklyn"🎶I think🎶Move Bitch🎶Move Bitch🎶I'm in love🎶I'm in love🎶I'm in love🎶

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Sitting at the table playing Dominos, Colson watches Luna walk to grab them 2 more beers. He fires up a joint as he sees a Dude walk over to her and put his hand on the small of her back, making Colson's blue eyes go dark. She moves away from Dude, shaking her head, saying something and flashing a quick smile before walking back towards him with their beers. Colson stands up quickly when he sees Luna stop abruptly. She throws words over her shoulder before continuing to walk back towards him, rolling her eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" He asks her as she sits down next to him. Opening their beers. He passes her the joint.

"Nothing, she sighs, taking it. Handing him his beer. He looks at her. She knows he's not accepting that. "He tried to hit on me, I politely declined, he called me a cunt." She throws her hands out. "It's whatever, Bunny, don't sweat it." She says giving him a reassuring kiss.

He kisses her back, checks out his hand but keeps an eye on Dude.

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As Slim, Rook, Benny and a slightly drunk Colson leave the party, he's holding Luna's hand. Walking passed Dude, Colson hears him say "Yeah, THAT'S that stuck up cunt."

THAT'S all it takes.........

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To be continued.......

[laraimaustria]

Ich kann nur ein bisschen Deutsch sprechen!

Just a few hours until I get on the 17 hour bus ride to Paris! But, as I’ve been slightly sick these past few days, I have a legitimate excuse to pop some Nyquil and slip into a deep sleep.

After returning from Prague the first big event of the week was our German Placement test for the University of Vienna. After fall break we start taking German classes at the University and they require everyone to take a placement test to ensure that they go into the appropriate level. We’ve basically been prepping for this test since we got here, but it was still pretty nerve-wracking, especially since there was a SPEAKING PORTION to the test *dramatic music*. The test was bright and early Tuesday morning and after wandering around the University campus for a good half hour trying to find our meeting point we were finally put into various classrooms and the testing began. The first thing they did was the speaking portion which was conducted with the test proctor they assigned you. I’m not going to lie, I did pretty terribly. As in I totally could not understand the last question she asked me, so my only reply was “Ich weiss nicht” (I don’t know). But the horror was over pretty quickly, and I guess I did alright on the rest of the test because the proctor (who horrifically grades the test right in front of you) put me in A2-1, which is the first semester of level 2 German. Since we were only shooting for A1-2 this basically means I jumped up a whole level. I was feeling pretty proud of myself (and slightly confused.) Then the next day we got our registration forms and mine, for some strange reason, said that I was in A2-2, meaning the second semester of level 2 German, meaning an even harder class. APPARENTLY they don’t offer A2-1 Tuesday and Thursday mornings, which is the only time in which we can take German due to the schedule of our other classes. So they talked to my proctor, who I imagine said something like “Eh, throw her to the sharks.” (But you know, in German.) My current German teacher thinks I can do it, but I am very very skeptical at this time. I’ve been doing well in our current class, but not “skip two whole levels good”. At least if I get there on the first day and understand nothing I can move down to A1-2. I guess we’ll just have to see. Wednesday night most of our group went out to see a play (In English!) at a local community theater. The play is called Building the Wall and is about immigration issues during the Trump administration, and I bet you can just imagine how fun that is. In all seriousness, it was actually a very interesting and thought-provoking play and I highly recommend it if you think you can handle a pretty intense drama.  Yesterday for our Austrian Politics and Society class we went to the War Museum, and it was actually one of my favorite museums so far. They had war memorabilia going back to pre-WWI and had all kinds of interesting posters, uniforms, and artillery, as well as good information about all of the wars and political situation of the times. But, most importantly, we got to see the one, the only, actual car that Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated in, as well as the actual suit that he was wearing at the time, complete with authentic bloodstains. It was pretty cool, but also weird to think about some Austrian in 1914 saying “Hey guys, we should save this stuff, tourists might want to look at them someday.”  Today we went on a group excursion to Lackenhof, which is in Lower Austria near Styria. (So west of Vienna). Technically we were going to do community service, but really it was more like a nice mountain hike in the woods with picking up some trash along the way. It was an absolutely stunning day, and the leaves have started changing colors which just added to the whole atmosphere of the hike. At the hop of the trail we got to go into a big cave (not an ice cave this time) and explore around in there. This involved some interesting experiences with squeezing through small passageways and constantly bumping our helmeted heads on the roof of the cave. Despite this, it was pretty cool. After the hike we got to go to a former Linfield German Assistant’s family farm where we were treated to lunch. We had the good old Austrian spread of bread, cheese, and meats, with an interesting addition of pumpkin oil, which was surprisingly tasty. We also had some delicious apple strudel for dessert. (Of course). This was literally one of the most picturesque places I’ve been so far, with rolling hills and fields with wildflowers, complete with rippling grass and grazing cows. Plus I got to pet like five cats, so that means it was a GREAT day. 

Thankfully we got home with plenty of time for me to grab some food and finish prepping for our fall break trip. We’ve got three and a half days in Paris and then three and a half in Rome, and I am very excited/nervous. I’ve never really done big travelling without an adult (a real adult) and even though I’m going with friends it’ll definitely be a big new experience for me. Stand by for frequent updates! All you need to know about the next 17 hours is that I am on a bus, hopefully in a blissful Nyquil-induced sleep. Next stop Paris! 

[makingthedayscountworld]

Flashback to 1989, I was younger and living in the San Francisco Bay Area. I had roamed west in ’87 away from south Texas – yearning to make it on my own.

Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels

Summers are for exploring and roaming. I am fortunate to have a profession where I have summers off and time to rest, relax, restore, and explore. Many folks think all teachers do over summer break is play, but that’s not the case most teachers are busy with learning or rethinking ways to be a better teacher. But that’s not what today’s Tuesday’s Tune is about.

A Farmer’s Market in Good hart, MI

Flashback to 1989,I was younger and living in the San Francisco Bay Area, my girlfriend had moved to be close the previous spring (we were married two years later), we experienced a major earthquake together, and on our days off we explored the Bay Area together, AND the B-52s released ‘Roam.’ It was the fourth single on their album Cosmic Thing which was released in June of ’89. The B-52s were hip and their songs were all over the airwaves. We had a copy of the CD, one of our first CDs and I made a copy on cassette – we didn’t have a CD player in either of our cars, then, and we listened to the B-52s over and over and we’d sing as we drove or roamed.

Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel

The B-52s are a fun band with fun sound. Perfectly 1980s. The music fueled our adventures as we roamed the countryside to the north, east, and west of the Bay Area. We’ve shared the music with our kids and they will sing when the tunes come on, sometimes. O knows the tunes and bobs her head just like Kate Pierson.

whimsical creations hopping and roaming on their own

the Mighty ‘Mac

a great find – Good Hart General Store and post office

This summer we’ve roamed, too. A couple of weeks back we had guests at the lake – a couple from B’s hometown joined us by the lake. We had a great time and Saturday we roamed north along Lake Michigan and ended up at the Straits of Mackinac and the bridge, the ‘Mighty Mac.’ Along the way we stopped in Petoskey, Bay Harbor, and Good Hart and the General Store. We drove through the Tunnel of Trees to get to Good Hart. We passed through Cross Village and turned east toward Bliss, Michigan where we found a polo grounds. Yes, a polo ground in the middle of rural northern Michigan. We ended up on the shores of Lake Huron and playing on the beach before calling it a day and heading home.

This past weekend my sister in law and her son joined us by the lake – we had a good time – it was canoe race weekend and they followed the race downstream. We had a fun weekend together and it was good to see them. Sunday afternoon we were spectators to military exercises in the lake – across the lake is Camp Grayling, a National Guard Camp established in 1913.

a leap of faith…

floating down, and yes they are sporting flippers…

splash down

O and I came home yesterday morning for band camp. We made good time as we roamed – I drove and she slept. O’s in the marching band and it’s this is her first year of high school. Friday Night Lights takes on an additional meaning this fall – first football with W, now the band and the drum line with O. I’ll still watch the games, but I’ll be watching a certain bass drummer at half time.

It’s August first, day 57 of summer break, and there are 19 days remaining in my summer break. I’ve roamed to Michigan and back, to North Carolina and back, and I’ll continue to,

Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel

I’ve got tickets to see the Astros when they come to town next week and we’ve got tickets to the Coldplay concert the following week. There’s another trip north to the lake and hopefully we’ll have another guest, time will tell. There’s always somewhere to roam, something to do, some new way, or old way to celebrate summer. In the meantime, I need to roam around this place – my home – and get some things taken care of – chores, even in summer there are chores and jobs and tasks and things that need to get done. They are what makes roaming fun.

a foggy morning on the lake

Today is gonna be a great day, it could possibly be the best day ever, so I’d better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. It’s a Tuesday’s Tune kinda day, Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one place at a time, roaming around the world.

Where did you roam this summer? Or where will you roam next time you take flight from home?

Roam – The B-52’s

I hear a wind Whistling air Whispering In my ear

Boy Mercury shooting through every degree Oh girl dancing down those dirty and dusty trails Take it hip to hip, rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss

Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel

Skip the airstrip to the sunset, yeah Ride the arrow to the target, one Take it hip to hip, rock it through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss

Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel

Fly the great big sky See the great big sea Kick through continents Busting boundaries Take it hip to hip, rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss

Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel

Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness

Songwriters: Cindy Wilson / Fred Schneider / Kate Pierson / Keith Strickland / Robert Waldrop

Tuesday’s Tune – ‘Roam’ Flashback to 1989, I was younger and living in the San Francisco Bay Area. I had roamed west in '87 away from south Texas - yearning to make it on my own.