Friday, August 13, 2010

The Dog Ate My Internet

Yes, I did have the best of intentions but I unknowingly traveled into an internet netherworld earlier this week. By the time I clawed my way out of the abyss, my nablopomo was way past being a possibility. Therefore the rest of this months posts are entirely at my whim. And I won't feel guilty! (Yeah, right.)

Anyway, after Bassman and I had Geezer Night Out, I went back to Rochester with him to spend the night (shameless hussy that I am). The next morning we decided to do explore Seabreeze, an area he had spent a great deal of time as a child. His grandparents had a home directly in front of it. Their house was no longer there but he had a wonderful time telling me stories of what it had been like.

The Great Ontario Sea was across the street from the amusement park. It was busy, busy, busy. Boats everywhere and who could blame them? If there had been a rowboat available, we would have been in it.

No seaworthy vehicles for us. We made do with the car and drove around the big city instead. I had the feeling there was a store Bassman wanted to show me (since he only mentioned it 9,999 times. Don't call me dense!) so I suggested we go by there.

To him, this is what Rochester is all about. Not RIT, or Kodak, or even the Eastman school of Music (side note - I was saddened by Mitch Miller's passing [an alumni]. After I realized he hadn't died years before. Am I on top of things or what?). Nope, none of those can compare to this;

The HOG. Also known as 'The Store That Ate My Brain'. Three floors of musical gear. Not just single displays but stacks. It was too dangerous for us to go in (because, as a drummer wannabe I know that if I just had enough gear, I would be great. Practice is overrated!) without boatloads of cash at our disposal. We had to content ourselves with merely passing by.

After a quick lunch, he had to get back to work and I had to head south to Pine Valley (where further adventures awaited me on Monday. That is what is known as a teaser). We never have nearly enough time together. The good news is that after 30 years spending time together is still our goal.

I will probably be heading back into the netherworld for a few more days before we pack our bags and head back south. But you can trust that if I can find that pesky internet, I will make use of it.


Kate said...

You kids sure know how to have fun! The store that ate my brain does indeed look dangerous for us musical types. And I have no doubt you can play mad drums!!

Misfit in Paradise said...

My drums are talking of filing neglect charges against me...