September 15, 2004

"Well, they never Arkansas her..."

It's your basic Good News/Band News situation: The good news is that I don't have to worry about my billable hours until February, because I'm now full-time on a project. The bad news is that I will have to go out of town every few weeks to be on-site in Little Rock and New Jersey. Next week, it's Little Rock, Arkansas. A dozen or so skyscrapers built on the Mississippi River in the middle of nowhere. Not exactly the "Social Armpit of America", since that title is still being defended by Cleveland, Ohio, but close enough.

This will be my first week-long trip away since Matthew was born, so I wanted to do something to help Melissa out. I left a message for Justin, asking him to look in on Mel and the kid next week "In a sort of Vincent Vega and Mrs. Marcellus Wallace sort of way. You know, not a date, just good company is all. Take her to JackRabbit Slim's, maybe enter the Twist contest."

Melissa grinned as she overheard this. ("Pulp Fiction" has a special place in our hearts, as it was our first date.) "Just as long as I don't end the evening with a cardiac needle sticking out of my chest," she insisted.

Later that night, I pick up the phone and hear "Say it with me. In the fifth...your @ss goes down." I smiled and repeated it back to Justin. He's always been dependable to keep up with us, and check up on Melissa when she's been feeling down. I just wish that we could say the same about other former friends.

[Quote from Rockapella's "Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?"]

1 comment:

  1. Actually Chris, I think you will remember Cleveland with fond nostalgia once you see what Little Rock is like.