WEll, almost, anyway.Ã‚Â We had a little Oakmont gig with Bill Deasy–who was fantastic.Ã‚Â He was the lead singer for the Gathering Field, but is now solo and an author.Ã‚Â His sister lives up the street from us so it was fun.Ã‚Â Nothing like small town, blocking off the roads type stuff.
Anyway,Ã‚Â as promised I’m giving a birds-eye view of the Open.Ã‚Â We’ll see whatÃ‚Â exactly that means as the week goes on.
So far, there’s NO traffic.Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Lots ofÃ‚Â people blew out of town so it’s ghosty, sort of for now.Ã‚Â I realize I’m in denial, that tomorrow I might take theÃ‚Â Hulton Bridge, but for now I’m thinking things aren’t so bad.
Second, Tiger worked out at my gym the other day.Ã‚Â His sweat next to mine.Ã‚Â Can you imagine?Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Well, you don’t have to go there because I wasn’t there to mixÃ‚Â bodily fluids, but still it’s a cool thing, no?Ã‚Â No, I realize it’s stupid, butÃ‚Â I’m trying to get into the Open frame of mindÃ‚Â here.
Third, The Sopranos ended veryÃ‚Â weirdly, but I suppose that’s the point.
Fourth, as per commentsÃ‚Â in the prior post, I must say I’m glad Paris is doing her time.Ã‚Â
Fifth and back to theÃ‚Â Open…did you know there is a train parked in town that will be here all week and it’s essentially a hotel.Ã‚Â How cool is that.Ã‚Â I’d love to at least get a lookÃ‚Â inside.Ã‚Â And I must say, I wonder who the hell is stayingÃ‚Â there.Ã‚Â
Oh, and I’m not so sure about this John from Cincinatti show…not sure at all.