I took an extended holiday, starting the long weekend a day early. You might even extend it back to Wednesday, as I missed most of the work day due to a morning bout with acid ref...you don't need the details. Not much accomplished at work on Monday either, with most of the day spent alternating between being burned and being soaked at a company golf tourney. In short, just shy of Elvis and Jimmy's weekend.
The music's probably the best thing about Club Paradise, a weird collision of comedians that doesn't quite hang together. Not the best use of most of the SCTV cast in a movie (speaking of which, I got the third SCTV box as an early birthday present and spent most of Saturday watching it. Great stuff, but DAMN YOU LED ZEPPELIN FOR BEING SO TIGHTFISTED WITH YOUR LICENSING RIGHTS!) The soundtrack's a decent Jimmy Cliff collection, or if you like your Elvis, you can hunt for the British comp it appeared on, Out of Our Idiot. The tracks from Out of Our Idiot are now scattered as bonus tracks across the endless repackagings of Mr. McManus's catalogue, but as a beat-up tape I bought in London, it's a nice collection.
Oddly, Monday's usually when I'm at my perkiest at work, usually not suffering through the mood swings that bug Tegan and Sara. One of those tunes whose hooks reel you in - stayed in my head for several days after first hearing it on CBC's late-night potpourri, Zed.
Tuesday's my crash day. It hit worse than usual this week, thanks to post-tourney fatigue. If Monday zips by, Tuesday crawls by. Forever afternoon is an understatement. If my groove is back by lunch, that's a good Tuesday.
Wednesday's here and all is better with the world...though Friday's on my mind. But that's a song for another day... - JB
