Dancing Bears

DJing went well on Friday night. Thanks to those of you who either posted here or emailed/called to see how things were going. I know I was silly to have worried, but sometimes. . .change is a really scary motherfucker. Yknow?

I hit soundcheck around three, discovered a bug in the system they'd set up for me (no way to read track numbers on one of the decks they'd gotten me), corrected the bug and chilled with Das Nibblet and Cheryl for a while.

By the time I got home, Nena was there waiting to remove what was left of the nerves. I packed my box of music, showered, changed and was ready for Nena to drive me to the gig. Yknow, it's kinda nice to have someone to drive you to these things.

As soon as I got behind the table, life was good. People came by, in off the streets, and pounded on the big window I was DJing in front of to tell me they liked what I was spinning. Cute girls and their moms came up to to ask what who the artist I was playing was, and a few folks even asked for my card. Heh, my card. Hell yeah, I managed to rig something up to work as a huge, lime green 4"x4" business card. Yeah, life is good. . . Which brings me to the next issue of the morning.

Football season starts today. My poor father. As if the Cubs don't give him enough to worry about, the Bears have to up and start a new season. I swear, it might just be easier on him if they took a season off. I really don't think he can handle what's about to go down this year.

To make matters worse, he seems oddly attached to Lovie Smith. The man hasn't coached an actual game as the Bears' head coach, and my dad's already attached to him. It's just so odd, my dad's one of those guys who normally starts the call for the coach's head (only the Bears, though. Other coaches deserve sympathy or the benefit of the doubt. But not whomever is in charge of his Bears.)

Maybe it's because he's the first "marquee" coach the Bears have had in ages.
Maybe it's because everyone else hated him from the moment he was named.
Maybe it's because he's not white, I'm not sure.

All I know is that my father has an unusual attachment/soft spot for the Bears new head coach and I'm afraid it's going to make the inevitable that much more painful for the man. I mean, is this what he deserves for his upcoming birthday? More pain and misery? No. I'm telling you. Those Cubs better fucking deliver. We've just passed the seven year anniversary of his heart attack (Can you believe it's been seven years?) and I don't want to see the Bear family give him another one. Cuz baby bears are one thing, but grown ones. . .ugh.