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10 may 2000
----- Hey look, I'm the new spokesman for Heineken. Two years, two weeks ago, my good friend Don came out to visit me and see how I was holding up in the aftermath of a broken heart. He even wrote an entry for me one night (and if anyone can translate the title for me, I'd be much obliged). Sometime that weekend, probably over steaks at the Palm, I promised that as soon as there was a cheap airfare on a good weekend for him, I'd come to visit him in Boston. A few cheap airfares came and went, but never on a good weekend. A lot of good weekends came and went, but the transportation costs disagreed with my wallet. Every Wednesday, I surf Continental, America West, Alaska, and Northwest (all partner airlines for my frequent flier miles) looking for last-minute specials. Today was no exception, although it should have been, considering my jetlag from the last trip that ended about 24 hours ago. But I'm a creature of habit, and something inside my subconscious said "It's Wednesday, gotta check the airlines." So I did. Continental was offering LAX to Newark again for $219. Cheaper than this past weekend, and very surprising to have the same special up two weeks in a row. I considered it for a good two seconds before I moved on. I got to America West and stopped. LAX to Boston for $229. I picked up the phone and called Don. It was a good weekend for him. Pure craziness for me, but it took over two years to get to this point, so I bought the tickets. Leaving for Boston at 6 on Saturday morning, returning to LA at noon on monday, only to miss a half day of work and, more importantly, not missing band practice. My body is going to implode from all of this travelling. The last time I was in Boston was 1992, visiting the Harvard Graduate School of Design, a rather pretentious architecture school. In retrospect, I'm happy I chose UCLA. I wonder what my life would have been like had I done architecture school in Boston. Whoa, too many possibilities to comprehend. I wouldn't be living in LA for the past seven years, might have never learned to operate a computer, let alone do websites and the like. Maybe I'd be an architect now... Went to IKEA tonight with Jen (my only friend from architecture school who actually became a licensed architect) and browsed ugly furniture solutions for my new bedroom. The highlight of the experience was the cup of "Swedish Lingenberry Drink" that I took "to go" from the cafe as we were leaving. From IKEA I went to IceDog's to hang out and help with the mixing of our two newest songs. I had my digital camera with me, and we snapped a couple of pix, one of which I'll probably stick up here tonight. It worries me a bit that the band hasn't rehearsed in over two weeks, and we've got just over a week until the next gig. Rumor has it that they're throwing my first song back into the set, which will have me singing twice that night, in addition to being featured in the drama. It's a much better venue than the last place though, and we're comfortable playing there, and the script is much better ... it should, by all evidence presented, be a much better show than the last one. But I'm not predicting success this time. We were a little too relaxed and confident going into the last gig. With my new jaunt to the east coast on saturday morning, I'll have to finish moving on friday night. All that really means is packing two boxes of random stuff and deflating my mattress to fit in the trunk of my car (or rent-a-car, depending on how long the body shop takes, and they _do_ seem to be taking their time). All of the work is now gonna take place in the new bedroom, unpacking, furnishing, and making it mine. In reality, I can't believe how long I'm taking with this move. Just struggling to make it as smooth as possible, but I'm wondering if it's more akin to gently and slowly peeling a band-aid off my inner thigh as opposed to just getting the pain over with in one smooth rip. Inner thigh? Hmm, yeah, that would be a pretty painful place to rip a band aid from. Very sensitive spot, and with just enough body hair to make the experience quite painful. OK, on that note, I'm going to sleep. 10 may 1999: didn't write : 10 may 1998: nosleep? : Our New York office, 120 employees, opens at 9 EDT, and if I don't get this done the whole friggin place will have no email.
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