3 hours and counting before one of my best friends in the whole world touches down in San Diego and thoroughly turns my world inside out and upside down for a week (i.e. he’s a handful alright). Our relationship has run the gammut is all I can say and after 14 years we are quite settled into the best of friends category and its a great place to be. My Mr. right knows if we ever marry it will be him, me and Steven up there at the altar and the preacher asking if he solemly swears to love, honor, cherish me and accept Steven as a part of the package with him listed as an adendum to the “in sickness” clause. Everyone thinks I’m joking but, mark my words…If you’re a fan of the Simpsons then you’ll get this…he once said to me (in a prodigiously mixed London-Glasgow accent)…”I hope you have a baby one day and when you do I shall look it square in the eye and say today…you have made yourself a powerful enemy”. He likes to say “Todaaaay” a lot. as in “Todaaaaay fer fkssake”. Yes…I’m in for quite a week~
Ok, so the whirlwind…to the airport…pick up trouble…head to LA for Media shindig and be at beck and call for dozens of photo opportunities for events that lead up to the coveted MLS Cup on Sunday between LA Galaxy and Houston Dynamos. Now, I know you Europeans think this is pittance compared to European Football and at one time I’d agree but, I think the US has really come around and believe it or not I’ll give a lot of the credit to the King of the Lions here…Beckham. He brought “cool” back the sport and with players like Robbie Keane joining in, I think its safe to say it’s finally here to stay. And yes, I do love the fact that I get to stand this close to a bunch of incredibly fit guys with cute accents and take as many pics of em as I want without being hauled off as a stalker. It really is pretty brilliant ;).
M-W is chemo, Wednesday night a short outing with friends here…ones who know him from years past and a couple who get the pleasure of matching the face with the stories for the first time and then…I’m off to the airport again, only this time to head home to Seattle and straight to my sister’s dining table which will probably seat another group of 24 or more as seems to have become the annual Thanksgiving tradition with our family. If you’ve read the last two Thanksgiving blogs then you know that this is my all time favorite holiday. It is what I like to refer to as the “white flag” holiday for my family where everyone gets along swimmingly and my sister goes waaay out of her way to put Martha Stewart to shame. This year I think I’m going to back down from the feud of who makes the better cranberry sauce (last year she said I could make it then she made her own batch as well…”just in case other people want it less sweet”) and just try hers for a change. It’s just cranberry sauce. You have no idea how huge that statement just was. I have no idea how long it’ll stick but, that’s how I see it right now.
I’m packing my guitar so I’ll get a chance to play a couple of the songs for my family and possibly some friends. Am super psyched to meet up with some old high school friends the following night at a cool little local wine bar. None of them have heard me sing since high school choir if then. I’m hoping for a chance to play one or two of my originals but mostly I’m just so psyched to see them and give a toast to us all making through to our (insert some kind of age beyond high school). Not even sure I could sing if I wanted to that night. One of the ingredients in the chemo mix tends to tighten up the vocal chords and jam a frog in there somehow so it sounds a bit Kermitty I guess is what I’m saying….I am committed however, to finding an open mic on Sunday somewhere in Seattle. It’ll definitely be my last open mic of the season and my throat is usually back to normal by then so there you have it. Somewhere in all of that will def be time with my bff Miche and the 3 amigas. Oy~
I made it Hensleys’ on Tuesday and for some reason just got bleary eyed on my sister’s song and totally f’d up the ending. Like nails on a chalkboard f’d up. Like the kind of fk up you dread will happen and then it does and oddly enough I just shrugged my shoulders and made a joke about behing vehklempt for a sec and checking to make sure they were paying attention. It wasn’t my night. I was pretty bland for some reason. But Ezi…she rocked. Her voice was spot on and her ever increasing guitar skills are putting mine to shame. I decided it was “her night” and hugged her and told her so and how impressed I was. M was there and agreed wholeheartedly. Jeremy did do a great job of recording the songs from the last session. Unfortunately they’re all strung together but, he assures me I can edit it in Garage Band which I have on my Mac so when I’m back from Thanksigiving I’ll plug it in and make it my project to learn Garage Band and post the open Mic sounds. None of the usual players were there…including Tom who did NOT meet up with me to play. I was completely dogged, nixed, dropped like a hotplate, perhaps even shunned. Musicians. Sheeze. 😉
Somehow I pulled myself up from the depths of despair on that one and started working on new music. I’m also back to putting giant post-its on the walls to remind me of all I’ve set out to accomplish during my hybernation and how I will keep entertaining you all during it instead of just random blogs about me, hunkered down in the tiniest of cottages waiting out the storm and day dreaming my way through it all…
Speaking of that, it’s nearly time to head to the airport. Man oh man…holy crp here comes the Whirlwind~