Hurricane Emily

Much like GRAB (the occasional union of Trey Anastasio, Mike Gordon and the Benevento/Russo Duo) there was much anticipation leading up to Emily Tour (the Garden State-like 5’2 neurotic Jewish girl I met at All Good) before Camp Bisco. And, much like Mr. Anastasio’s performance with GRAB, Emily Tour ultimately failed before I ended up falling into the same old habits (i.e. not making a move quick enough, therefore setting off a chain reaction of neuroses resulting in clinic approved crazy girl activity). In the end, the only person I can blame is myself (and Hurricane I for cursing me into a life of craziness back in ‘04), so I ended up just forgetting about Emily and enjoying Camp Bisco for its music (now that’s a novel concept).

But, for some unexplainable reason, I decided to visit Emily’s My Space page after returning home from Camp yesterday only to find my image replaced with some other dude who, apparently, accented into her top eight quicker than I could say Hurricane Emily. If I had a My Space account I’d swap her out for some equally endearing Garden State-like 5’2 neurotic Jewish girl (cause g-d knows my none-existant My Space wall would be full of them). Yet, now, I am forced to redirect my frustration towards Tom and his social networking service for rubbing my face (or at least my mouse) into my misfortune. Alas, Hurricane season is upon us once again. Who would of thought we’d make it to S this early in the year…..