My little sister and Nix convinced me to start drawing again. I haven’t sat down and tried to actually create something in years, so I’m pretty excited. I bought a pad and a set of sketching pencils/erasers/charcoal/blending stumps and it’s time to hopefully make something neat.
Spent most of the evening with the lady. She made alfredo with portwine cheese, zucchini, minced garlic, sun dried tomatoes, and red wine (and claims she can’t cook) and then made fun of me for never seeing Slumdog Millionaire. So we watched it (it was terrific…damn I’m late on catching that) and now I have some delicious peppermint tea and shortbread cookies.
Had Andrew, Kaede, and Caitlin over for drinks and movies. A bottle of cheap whisky later, and Andrew is topless offering me dick massages with his feet and Caitlin is telling everyone why she is in fact the bj queen. God damn I am happy.
My living room is getting better by the day. I have my little music corner slowly building, had the drum and guitar and now I’ve added a keyboard. God I missed stumbling along the keys hoping to make a melody. Time to write and forget this awful stinking day.
Woke up today, hangover free. Tossed on some clothes, met up with Skylar and got breakfast. Enjoyed the sunshine after so many overcast days lately, and drove around a bit. Saw a drunk girl steal the statue in front of a bar downtown (woo Cortaca) and laughed. I headed home excited to play guitar and work more on a song, and apparently my cat decided to chew through a string while I slept.
Stumbled home drunk, picked up my guitar, and recorded a cover of a Say Hi To Your Mom song. Think I may polish it up and be happy with it in the morning. You know…sober. That could also be the gin talking.
And while I’m on that matter…thank you gin for continuously being delicious and providing good times. You’re a real friend.
Next saturday (Nov 18th) Ronnie Garcia and Blake Randolph are playing an acoustic set here in town! Mike Riehlman is also playing for the first time in awhile, and there might be a special guest appearance by yours truly. It all depends on if Ronnie can get me to stop being a pussy and remember how much fun it is to perform in the next week. But, even if I don’t play, anyone reading this should go regardless because there will be: good dudes, good jams, good beer/wine, and good vibes.