Celebration Day

I hold these truths to be self evident: 

1. When you're home alone and no one can hear you, it's fun to sing in your Cher voice

2. Ethiopian food looks like vomit

3. Jimmy Page is a god 


Did I cram myself into a multiplex last October to see the theatrical release of Celebration Day? No I did not. Why? Because I had to work late each of the two nights it played here. 

Have I since purchased the DVD and watched it a thousand times? Again, no. And I'm not really sure why. Maybe I've been waiting for the perfect moment. I do that with music and movies sometimes—wait for a weekend when I don't have to shoehorn my spiritual salvation in-between scrubbing bathtub sludge and extracting blobs of Malcolm's ear wax from the carpet (he has an issue; let's leave it at that). 

But this is Labor Day Weekend! And...it's the first weekend in months when I don't have any "work from work" to slog through. I actually have three entire days to stay in my pajamas until two o'clock! Paint my toenails at midnight! Play with my new Bumble and Bumble Dryspun Finish and spend an afternoon as That Girl (that B&B stuff is the bomb, by the way). 

So my big ticket purchase this holiday will be the DVD I've been waiting for, lo these long months. I've painfully refrained from watching YouTube clips. It'll be fresh and new. Even though I already know they didn't play "Achilles Last Stand" (my all-time favorite Zep song), I imagine it'll be akin to how devout Catholics feel when they watch the Pope speak at Christmas. Is the Pope getting on in years? Sure, but he still knows how to rock a stadium. 

Clear the furniture, people—I'm gonna boogie!