What is Ghostbusters?

"I should think that if people were to get the wrong impression of me, the one to which you so eloquently refer, it wouldn't be the wrong impression in the slightest. " -Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, Velvet Goldmine

Where to begin?

So Sunday night (Monday morning) after I posted I was wracked by that vicious sensation which told me it would not be a good idea to go to sleep...so I didn't. Instead I stayed up all night watching movies. I finished the morning off with Velvet Goldmine, a movie which always surprises me. I've never been sure whether or not it was a good movie, but I always knew I liked it. It has some of my favorite actors (Christian Bale, Ewan McGregor), one of my favorite comedians (Eddie Izzard) and is based in part on the careers of one of my favorite musicians (David Bowie). But there's something else about the movie which makes me enjoy it, I just can't put my finger on it.

So then, completely exhausted I went back to work for the first time in about a month and put in over 14 hours. Typical.

I fell asleep pretty easily that night. And when I did I dreamed. So much of my old dreams were back, it was great. One particular stands out in my mind. I'm in this bar, a nice little place I know I've never seen, but which still felt familiar. I can't really see anybody else in the bar although I know there's people at the tables. Even the bartender is sort of a blur. But there's this guy sitting next to me at the bar, and though I've never seen him before I know he's a friend. And then as we're talking I realize there are two girls sitting next to him. And I know we're with them. Within a second I remember everything, who the guy is where we met the girls, how we were all working on a project together in class, and how we were all just hanging out getting a drink, shooting the shit. We were friends, and suddenly the entire bar was clear. I could see everybody...except I really knew these people. And two of the bartenders at bars I hung out at in school were there. It was all just strange, but great. All my dreams that night were great. Just...great.

Tuesday I signed the lease on my new place, the first floor of a two family house that is entirely too much space for me, but still fantastic, and absolutely perfect for my Labor Day BBQ. (If you know me you're invited.)

Did my show with Goldberg on Tuesday night. It was fun.

Started taking the photos of all 160 of my employees for their new photo ID's which will be extremely bootleg.

Finally got the tire on my car fixed...again.

Went to court in Butler where I sat for nearly three hours sorting through a ticket I shouldn't have gotten.

I get there and go into the courtroom. The place is crowded so I grab a seat on the only mostly empty bench. Down the other end is a very pretty girl and her boyfriend. I talk to the prosecutor and he tells me I need to see him in his office which means I have to get on the really long line to see him in the office. He tells the pretty girl the same thing.

So I head out into the hallway and get on the end of the line. A few minutes later she gets on line right behind me. She's frustrated and wanders back into the courtroom. She comes back into the hallway and makes a very general statement, to which every single man in the hallway (except me) responds. Everyone is suddenly an expert in New Jersey traffic law. There's ten guys trying to talk to her and she finally gets flustered and walks to the back of the line by me. She smiles politely as she gets back in line and I smile back. A minute later a creepy cracked out looking guy (who was in on a drunk and disorderly charge) starts motioning to the girl, saying "Come on. Come up here. Come on, you can cut in line." He's laying it on pretty thick. The girl looks at me and the guy in front of me, we kind of shrug. It's pretty obvious the girl would be better off not going near this guy, but she'd probably be saving herself about an hour by moving up on line. Finally she decides to move up front. And this guy doesn't stop ogling her the entire time their on line. He's talking to her a lot and she's trying to make conversation but you can tell she'd rather her boyfriend step in and say something but the kid is way out of his league and mostly just wanders around outside. Every once and awhile she looks back at the growing line and seems to wonder if it's worth moving to the back. I'm not sure anyone was all too fond of the creepy guy. He got his though. The girl went in to see the prosecutor, and then the judge recessed before the creepy guy could get in. The guy had to wait over an hour to get done...of course all of us on line behind him did too.

I got the ticket waived, only paid the court fees. 'Course it took three hours.

On the way back I stop at the record store and pick up a half dozen CD's including the new Johnny Cash Box Set, the new Best of Iggy Pop, the Best of the Violent Femmes, Green Days International Super Hits, the Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack, and the newest Yellowcard.

I stop and get an orange slurpee.

And while in 7-11 I get the "make my day worthwhile story."

I'm buying the new Entertainment Weekly with Bill Murray on the cover. As the counter guy is ringing me up he looks at the magazine and goes, "The new Supreme Court Justice?" I started dying. Laughing my ass off. Not because of the guys mistake, but because the thought of Bill Murray as a Supreme Court Justice is so great it's hilarious. I spent five minutes explaining to the guy that the new justice will be John Roberts, and then who Bill Murray is. When I'm finished he looks at me and goes, "Bill Murray...Politically Incorrect?" And I said "No, no that's Bill Maher. Bill Murray was in Ghostbusters." The guy goes, "Yes! Yes! Ghostbusters!" And then looks at me funny and says, "What is Ghostbusters?"

I just chuckled and said, "Nevermind."

"Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch." -Finch, A Man Alone