A couple of things I loved that recently went away forever:
Half dotcom was a site owned by eBay, where you could buy used CDs, DVDs, and books. I bought roughly a million CDs from them through the years. They were the best, and I just recently purchased a handful of Green Day discs there. I was in one of those frenzies where I NEEDED (a powerful need) to own every album by a specific artist. So, I went to my old standby and completed the task. That was literally a few weeks ago. And now the site is gone! What in the harelipped hell?? It sincerely makes me sad. Sure, I can go to Amazon, but their prices aren’t as good, and their shipping costs are higher. Half has been a part of my life since 1999, I think. And that’s a long time.
Burger King hot dogs were the shit. They were always good — grilled and topped with chili and cheese — but the prices were way too high in the beginning. About six months ago, though, they cut ’em down to about $1.29 each, and that was the sweet spot. I was locked in, goddammit. But the other day I went through the drive-through, placed my standard order, and the woman broke the news to me: they’re gone, and they’re not coming back. She was speaking like we were at a wake. She was aware of my deep, deep fondness, and was very gentle. I didn’t break down, but it was close. There’s a hot dog-shaped hole in the middle of heart.
Another thing I love that’s gone, hopefully not forever:
Toney’s in Myrtle Beach, by herself. I remember a co-worker telling me his wife went to the beach alone, years ago, and I thought, “Well, there goes that marriage.” And I was right. Within six months they were separated, and divorced shortly thereafter. But that’s not what’s going on with me and Toney. We just can’t leave our kids alone for extended periods, on account of the hooliganism. So, we’re going by ourselves. It’s weird, I know. But there’s nothing more to it than that.
I took her to the Allentown airport yesterday morning, drove back to our little town here, had eggs and cheese at Waffle House… and she texted and said she was in Myrtle Beach. It was bizarre. It felt like I’d just dropped her off a few minutes earlier.
Her sister “Nancy” will be joining her on Saturday. We’ll see how it goes. Toney was drinking some ludicrous cocktail at noon today, so I guess she’s having a good time. She also sent me an incredible sunrise shot from the beach this morning. Me? I’m getting ready to leave for work, and will come home to some version of dumbass chaos which will make me insane and I might kick everybody out. Yes, it’s quite a life I’ve carved out for myself.
I knew a hipster girl years ago who insisted that Myrtle Beach is “the worst place on Earth.” She was one of these types. You know? Anything that everyday folks enjoy is automatically stupid? In any case, I’m going to call it a day here with a Question based on her ridiculous statement. In the comments section, please tell us what immediately jumps to your mind when you read the words “the worst place you’ve ever been.” I somehow got lost one time, and ended up in Camden, NJ. And I’m going with that. Holy shitballs! Can you do better than that? Please tell us about it. Keep it to places you’ve actually experienced firsthand, please. And if you have any recent losses to share, we’d like to hear about those, as well.
And I have to go now. Have a great day, my friends.
I’ll see you again on Monday!