In My Write Mind
Wait... you haven't heard? Shiiiii...you better buy a clue. Quickly. I am a groove, slightly transformed... just a bit of a break from the norm. I'm the livin' that's easy with the good-looking mama. I am what this season is... and this season is...
The Summer of Will.
That's right. From June to September, everything cool, hip and happening...is going on under my watch. I've given up on trying to be productive at work for now... I mean, how can I? They need to recognize...
It's the Summer of me.
Surrrre I'll be working next week in DC... but not "working working." LOL I'm going to take out some time to enjoy all that our annual convention offers for a change, instead of being a slave to deadlines, bylines and word counts. Gonna actually attend some of the fun stuff... the receptions, the parties, the "after-parties." I have to.
It's the Summer of Will.
Next month, I'm headed to Chicago and L.A. Ya need to join me if you know like I know. I'm a walking party. A traveling tank of tomfoolery even. My fun knows no bounds. I'm gonna hit up the House of Blues (the other HOB...lol) in both cities, get my Harold's on in Chi-town and devour some Roscoe's on the coast. I see a jazz festival or three in my future, maybe some sunning on Venice Beach.
Hotels, hot tubs and hellacious habits?!? Hellus Yes!
Oh yeah... this dude is gonna have some frequent flyer smiles in August. Believe it! AND next month also holds my birthday!!! Woooo hoooo! But it won't hold me! Can you say "act a fool?" Good... then say it. Because during my birthday week...I'm gonna DO it! You know why?!?!?
Because it's my Summer... in case you've been under a rock and haven't heard.
September?!?!? Yup, stillllll summertime. My time. And I'm ready to share it with my peeps. If this NYC Blogger Meetup is gonna happen, it'll be with me in the mix. You wanna see Broadway? Harlem? Brooklyn? Catch a Yankees game or play "Throw-the-Egg" at any Knick you see out in public? Let me know... because with or without you, I'ma go.
Block parties? Look for me. Book signings? Yeeeahhhhh. Street fairs and spoken word? I'll be dat. Every BBQ I'm invited to that starts at 4? Your boy will be there at 6:15... with a six-pack of Red Stripe in tow. Grant's Tomb and Lalah Hathaway? I'll be up that-a-way. Wingate Park and Chaka Khan? That's a Khan-do. The Seaport and Jaguar Wright? Wright on! Hip hop karaoke? *scccrreeeeeeechhhhh* Wait...errr, notsomuch...that.really.sucked.
But you get my drift. In fact, I'll be set adrift on memory bliss like a broke PM Dawn. Walking on sunshine as if Katrina and the Waves were in my backseat. Inducing that sweet, smooth summer rain Carl Thomas-style while sitting atop my own personal cloud nine. I can do this if I want...
...during the Summer of Will.
I can't even waste any more time typing this post. The summer is moving by fast. With so much left to do. There's malls to hustle to, basketball courts to run, water plugs to hop (you know, just for old time's sake). I've got cars to wash, lawns to mow, houses to buy, books to finish... all during this, my summer.
The summer of me.
But first, before I continue... to satisfy my curiosity (and to see if I've got any road dawgs) I gotta know...
"Will" you be down...?
scribbled by Will at 7/19/2005 11:47:00 AM
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I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. (Joan Didion)
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Will. Lefty. Since Summer 1971. Over the next six months, I'll be saying some hellos, some goodbyes. Living, laughing, growing. Don't.miss.a.word.
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