Butt-hangin' tired. How can I be so tired and still be working? Can I stop now? I put the pantry unit together, unpacked more boxes, moved everything in the living room around to some satisfaction, did errands, cooked, set up the bookcase, and listened to a lot of vague neighborhood boom boxage today. I did find the Bose, so I was able to listen to a lot of NPR and a superb oldie hits station in the afternoon.
I also got confirmation that my friend in L.A. is a finalist on a sort of reality audition show, in which she will compete with a few other hopefuls to play the new Shirley Partridge. Yes, you heard me correctly. They're rebirthing the Partridge Family. But the auditions aren't regular ones, they're these drawn-out televised thingies where they have to perform in front of various panels of judges and then, apparently, get voted on by the audience.
(Now Ducky, I know you sometimes read these entries so I don't want you getting all nervous because I've mentioned it. You'll be exquisite and it'll be a huge hoot.)
Anyway it's on this Sunday on VH-1, at 9:00pm probably but check your listings if you care to watch, and GUESS which actress I'm referring to! Hint: she's gorgeous.
Well, now I'm all in a tizzy, as silly as it is.
But now I'm so tired I have to sit with my back against something, preferably pillows. Ice cream... that's the ticket. I deserve ice cream.
Tomorrow we open for someone we don't know at a venue three hours away that might pay us $50 or something. It's a desirable place to play, of course, so that's why we're making the trek. Funny how so many of these venues are high-end in the sense that they're very well known and people kill to play there -- but they hardly pay anything, even features, and it's small. I hope we fit on the stage.
Then Saturday we're at Kripalu, the great yoga retreat, one long set and then the (longer for me, now) drive home.
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Oh! I found out it'll cost me between $200 and $400 to have my couch delivered, by the moving company, to my friend's house. How absurd! Now I have to find time to rent a truck and snag a couple of roustabouts to get it out of hock. I'm hoping somehow my brother in law will offer to do it, since I simply won't be home and I still don't know how much they're charging me to store it. (Longer story, limited information, too tired to elucidate.)
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Integrated neighborhood aside, I'm still just juiced to be here. I haven't had time to chat with Sunny downstairs yet; she works a later shift and is rushed in the morning, and comes home around 10pm. Strange that I'm going to be mostly gone for my first few weeks here, but it means I can savor the settling in. Slowly boxes are disappearing.
My bandmates have had the crud this week, and Carol sounds like Marlene Deitrich at the moment. I may be doing a little extra singing this trip.
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One last note: I've really been digging Dan Brown's book, Deception Point. It's pre-Da Vinci Code, and like that book and Angels & Demons, it's riveting. I recommend them.
