Thursday, April 24, 2008

One Fine Day

Why do we get married to our T-shirts?
That's the question I was contemplating with my hair sticking up in 20 different directions and morning breath still sticking to the roof of my mouth. And it was 10:30 a.m. I finally had a good night's sleep under my belt.
I'm working the jazz festival this weekend in Greeley. I cover the festival because I cover entertainment, but also because I understand jazz. I played it for many years, even at the college level.
It will be fun, but it's also a lot of work, and so I took Wednesday off and got a rare day to actually get some things accomplished instead of chasing down two crawling girls who think every open cupboard is an invitation to sit through drain cleaner. 
I was walking through my closet and gazed at the pile of T-shirts. I had time to do something about it.
I decided to eliminate a few more, but this one was tough. There was my Metallica T-shirt from the Monsters of Rock tour back in, I think, 1988. There was a poker shirt I got for winning a tournament among friends. There were some shirts from some good races I ran. There were a couple other black T-shirts, including one from the Galactic Cowboys (heard of them? Great metal band).
Come on baby, it's not you, it's me, I whispered as I set the T-shirts aside. Why does putting T-shirts feel like a break-up? 
This time I didn't have the heart to put them completely aside. I took out a small box and set them inside there.
The rest of the day was great. I wrote a bit, got squared away with some new blog sponsors (more coming, woot), worked on my movie of the girls and played a little too much Grand Theft Auto. I also went to Hobby Lobby and got what I needed to work on my display for Kansas' national title. 
Hobby Lobby draws a lot more white trash than I originally thought. It's a craft store. I'm not sure why that drew customers I'd normally see in a truck stop. 
I went home and played a ton of poker. I played well in the Mookie and had a chance to be in the top 5 with 27 left but lost my one coin flip, which was absolutely shocking since I have not won a coin flip in that spot all this year. But I scooped some big pots in Bodog's cash games at the $50 NL level, a move I made a couple weeks ago, and that always helps.
I think it's hard to give up certain T-shirts because they hold too many memories of a time past. 
But now the T-shirts are boxed. I have to go chase down a twin. Sometimes I long for days like Wednesday when I'm able to do what I want. But I also don't miss them anymore.


StB said...

I hear ya. I have so many t-shirts as well. I still look at some shirts I have from the 80s. I don't have the heart to part with them. The shirts I get from the bar are easy to get rid of. But somehow I cannot part with a Night Ranger or Motley Crue shirt I haven't worn in 10 years.

Riggstad said...

Tshirts rock... its about the feel of them, the smell of them, how they seem to grow with you, and still fit no matter how many cheeseburgers you have consumed

I never throw them away. Ijust let them die