Day 79: If Only

So once I finally made it home from work last night, I did what I usually do. Booted up the XBOX to keep my streak alive(which oddly enough my streak died yesterday in spite of everything. I think playing 92% of the time isn't much worse than 92.4%), checked my Facebook, checked the news and . . .wait what? I went back to my Facebook. 5 notifications, 1 msg. The message was unimportant. Of the 5 notifications, three had to do with something that my girlfriend posted on the wall (because she believes, ignorantly, that pancakes and waffles are not the same), which was a post, a like, and commented on. Another was somebody else liking something, and then I saw this.

I sat there and looked at it for a bit, because out of the 240 people on my friend's list, Brandy Nicks is not one of them. I've never really met a Nicks, but I do like brandy. Wait. . . anywho. Don't know a Brandy Nicks. So I sat there and looked at it. Then I connected it.

Link to Cool Hand Luke video
Official Cool Hand Luke Page was tagged
Cool Hand Luke has been a Mark Nicks project for the past two years
Mark Nicks is married
Mark Nick's wife's name is Brandy
Therefore, Brandy Nicks is Mark Nicks' wife.

HOLY COW! (To quote the General) The wife of my favorite musician just commented on a link I posted.

Man I love Facebook.

Well today, I started having visions of grandeur, and I lacked or was guilty of hubris. I think it's guilty of, but since I'm rusty on my Socratic Greek, I'll just go with whichever one means "I had tons and tons and loads of tons of pride." Like me going on tour with Cool Hand Luke and leaving whatever crappy life flipping burgers really is. Getting to meet Mark. Getting to have dinner and hang out with him and his wife.

And I realized. I really want to go on tour. Really, Really, REALLY badly.

Sigh. . .

If only.