Bad news, it’s hardly 10. Good news, it’s Friday! Only 7ish more hours until you can celebrate your short lived freedom. Whether you were crunching numbers or digging ditches, celebrate the fact that you made it through another grueling work week. At the end of the day, we’re all just doing one thing anyway…
Well, once again we’ve found ourselves in a familiar spot. We’ve gone another week, and we haven’t put out anymore content. Classic us. Oh well, we’ll be better someday. That day is not today. We are here to do what we do best. The Friday Pick-me-up. I’m pretty sure that it’s full on Fall now. We got teased with some Summer weather this week and then, yesterday, it was ripped away from us. We’ve got temperatures in the 50’s and it’s beginning to look a lot like Summer is long gone. I hate that. I know a lot of people love Fall, but come on, nothing beats Summer and you’re lying to yourself if you say you would take Fall over Summer. Can’t have the Summer Jag without Summer. That’s a fact.
We won’t sit here and dwell on the fact that Summer is gone. We’re going to focus on the positives of Fall. We’ve got tailgates. We’ve got cider mills. We’ve got haunted houses. Can’t wait to get into a bit of all of those things in the next few weeks. Gotta get it in while the weather is still tolerable. Spoiler…that won’t be much longer. It’s going to be an absolute shit show here in a matter of weeks. Fingers crossed we get a few more weeks of weather we can golf in and that we aren’t hit with snow before the end of October. If that happens, I’ll take the blame for the jinx.
Anyway, I hope you have a weekend. Go out, have some hard cider. Eat donuts. Watch college football. Drink too much (don’t drive if you do). Hang out with friends. Have fun. Please don’t forget to meet me at Renshaw tonight so I know it’s real.
On to the music
First up, we’ve got a new one from the Lost Kings. These guys are dynamite.
Quavo dropped an album. So that’s pretty neat. Check it out, here’s one I’m enjoying.
Finally, we’ve got Drake taking a page out of J Bieb’s book and getting on a Spanish track. NOT MAD