What's with you and the Wu-Tang Clan anyway?

A question I was asked by Beth after she heard my "Wu Tang Clan Ain't Nothin to Fuck With" ringtone. I've been on a Wu tip latley. Or as RZA would call it, a "Wuip." At least that's what I think he would say. Anyways, the Clan played Street Scene over the weekend but you know I only want to pay 200 bucks for a festivial once a year. Not every 3 months. From what I read in the UT their show was a little lackluster, with most of their mics going out at various points. But I guess that is going to happen when you have 56 guys on stage at once.

My weekend was...subdued at best. Headed up to Long Beach on Saturday for a few hours. Drove past the house of Carl Kecher (of Carl's Jr. fame) and had lunch in San Clemente. Let me tell you that nothing is what it seems*
On the way up, the I-5 was clear and it was a perfect 70 degrees outside. We had the tunes blasting and laughing all the way up. It was a great drive up our coast. It reminded me why I love California. But wouldn't you know after all the nice things I said about the 5, it stuck a knife in my back on the way home. Turning a 30 minute trip up to the LBC into a 1 1/2 ride home. So I-5 I take it back. Fucking Parking Lot.

Fin.


*Don't worry bout that last line.