Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Dusty ol' Blog
Check this shit out, I'm back in my blog. I'm looking around in this white square blowing dust off stuff. That's how long it's been. I've got good reason though. It's been a wild time.
For one thing, my computer decided that the time has come for it to show me all its files on the screen... and let me click on them... and then not let me do anything else with them. It's such a tease. There's karma for ya. That's what I get for all the "you can look, but don't touch" vibes I've put out to the world. Hahaha... wow.
So anyway, I've had to relocate to 2 feet away - at my mother's computer. It works better, but it's still not the same. Sigh. Time to buy a new computer I guess.
So anyway, what's been going on?
For one, The Great Fall had a show on Friday at Future Tenant, an art gallery downtown. (Haha, it pays to have connections!) We did an acoustic set because the space's concrete walls and floor aren't condusive to reverberating electric stuff. So we didn't bring the drummer, and used acoustic guitar. It took some getting used to - playing all our stuff acoustically, but it worked out pretty well. We had a lot of fun. We played for 2 solid hours, which was rough, but we had a grand time anyway. This was especially because although we didn't get paid, we did get free beer and snacks. I limited myself to a small amount of beer. John (guitar) on the other hand... well... let's just say he was "singing" with the group by the end of the night. That... was interesting. Anyway, after the show we partied at Sarah's and had a grand time as usual. John got naked of course, and all was right with the world. Haha... that's our extent of living "the rock star life."
One cool thing about it was that Josh was on his way through Pittsburgh to visit the boys, which was also on his way to a new dig. So he was able to come and see the show, which makes me feel great. It's always nice to have a fan... it's good to know that someone in the audience will clap... even if we suck. Fortunately, he seemed to have a good time.
Saturday morning I woke up and prepared to ship Josh off to Virginia to visit the boys. Somehow, however, through discussions about who was going to be there and who was coming back when, I ended up able to go in some strange arrangement involving Josh, Rich, Mike, and Steve. So... with nothing better to do for the weekend, I threw a day's worth of clothes in a bag and hopped into Josh's car for the ride to Virginia.
Saturday night with the boys was a freakin' blast as always. It's always bittersweet seeing them... knowing that we won't know when the next party will be. Not like it used to be in the college days, when you'd know you'd do the same thing next weekend. But regardless, there was plenty of beer pong, plenty of reminiscing, and the usual sub-party. (Usually the sub-party is in the kitchen, but for some reason this time it was on the porch. I guess change is inevitable.) I got to see Jaime for a brief moment... she wasn't there for very long... basically just long enough to exchange pleasantries and then she and Mystical vanished. So that was a bummer.
Sunday morning, the whole hungover group headed to Quizno's for lunch, and we were all to leave from there.
... until Mike's transmission died.
With no mechanics open on Sundays and no place to rent a car, and several people too confused to know exactly what to do in the situation, we all returned to Damien's for another night. This was fun because I got to take a day off of work and spend it with way more fun people than medical insurance claims examiners, however, my cell phone had died (why would I bring my charger? I'd only be there for about 24 hours...) and I had no clean socks. So... I was mildly whiney and uncomfortable. Sometimes you just gotta rough it, I guess.
I hope this blog makes sense. I've got the tv on in the background, and I usually don't do that. Well, usually it's on, but usually it's my mother's favorite programming and I typically have no problem blogging during Law and Order, Cold Case Files, and any other show you can imagine that has the ability to convince my mother that I am going to be raped and killed tomorrow, and therefore should never leave the house.
I am pretty hungry. Maybe it's time to go eat dinner.
Bummer - this keyboard is way nicer than the one on my computer. It's fun to type on it. Woot.
Later on.
For one thing, my computer decided that the time has come for it to show me all its files on the screen... and let me click on them... and then not let me do anything else with them. It's such a tease. There's karma for ya. That's what I get for all the "you can look, but don't touch" vibes I've put out to the world. Hahaha... wow.
So anyway, I've had to relocate to 2 feet away - at my mother's computer. It works better, but it's still not the same. Sigh. Time to buy a new computer I guess.
So anyway, what's been going on?
For one, The Great Fall had a show on Friday at Future Tenant, an art gallery downtown. (Haha, it pays to have connections!) We did an acoustic set because the space's concrete walls and floor aren't condusive to reverberating electric stuff. So we didn't bring the drummer, and used acoustic guitar. It took some getting used to - playing all our stuff acoustically, but it worked out pretty well. We had a lot of fun. We played for 2 solid hours, which was rough, but we had a grand time anyway. This was especially because although we didn't get paid, we did get free beer and snacks. I limited myself to a small amount of beer. John (guitar) on the other hand... well... let's just say he was "singing" with the group by the end of the night. That... was interesting. Anyway, after the show we partied at Sarah's and had a grand time as usual. John got naked of course, and all was right with the world. Haha... that's our extent of living "the rock star life."
One cool thing about it was that Josh was on his way through Pittsburgh to visit the boys, which was also on his way to a new dig. So he was able to come and see the show, which makes me feel great. It's always nice to have a fan... it's good to know that someone in the audience will clap... even if we suck. Fortunately, he seemed to have a good time.
Saturday morning I woke up and prepared to ship Josh off to Virginia to visit the boys. Somehow, however, through discussions about who was going to be there and who was coming back when, I ended up able to go in some strange arrangement involving Josh, Rich, Mike, and Steve. So... with nothing better to do for the weekend, I threw a day's worth of clothes in a bag and hopped into Josh's car for the ride to Virginia.
Saturday night with the boys was a freakin' blast as always. It's always bittersweet seeing them... knowing that we won't know when the next party will be. Not like it used to be in the college days, when you'd know you'd do the same thing next weekend. But regardless, there was plenty of beer pong, plenty of reminiscing, and the usual sub-party. (Usually the sub-party is in the kitchen, but for some reason this time it was on the porch. I guess change is inevitable.) I got to see Jaime for a brief moment... she wasn't there for very long... basically just long enough to exchange pleasantries and then she and Mystical vanished. So that was a bummer.
Sunday morning, the whole hungover group headed to Quizno's for lunch, and we were all to leave from there.
... until Mike's transmission died.
With no mechanics open on Sundays and no place to rent a car, and several people too confused to know exactly what to do in the situation, we all returned to Damien's for another night. This was fun because I got to take a day off of work and spend it with way more fun people than medical insurance claims examiners, however, my cell phone had died (why would I bring my charger? I'd only be there for about 24 hours...) and I had no clean socks. So... I was mildly whiney and uncomfortable. Sometimes you just gotta rough it, I guess.
I hope this blog makes sense. I've got the tv on in the background, and I usually don't do that. Well, usually it's on, but usually it's my mother's favorite programming and I typically have no problem blogging during Law and Order, Cold Case Files, and any other show you can imagine that has the ability to convince my mother that I am going to be raped and killed tomorrow, and therefore should never leave the house.
I am pretty hungry. Maybe it's time to go eat dinner.
Bummer - this keyboard is way nicer than the one on my computer. It's fun to type on it. Woot.
Later on.
