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14 october 2000
---- Oh my, I drank much too much last night. Almost noon, I'm still hungover, and parents are on their way here. The only thing that would make me feel worse right now is a cigarette. I think I had another one of those smoking dreams last night. Woke up feeling very dirty and sinful, although that could have been the drinks. ~~~ Later now ... my parents brought me a bagel and force-fed it to me with some Tums. Nice combo, I know, but mom knows best, they say. I threw them out of the apartment at three, showered, and got changed into tanktop, tights, and gi-pants for the gig. There was no way in hell I was putting the bra or dress on in advance. Loaded the equipment at the studio and braved the traffic on the 10, 405, and 101 on the way to the valley. There's nothing quite like driving from the basin to the valley. Climbing a mountain and descending into pea soup smog and endless bland flatness. And yet the valley has some strange soul to it, not to mention some of the best sushi outside of Japan. The club itself, Paladino's, reminded me of the places I used to sneak into in high school, an 80s metal joint with lots of long hair. As we walked in, Casanova said to me ... "we're dead, man." He felt better when I replied "at least _you_ don't have to wear a dress." I bought some beef jerky to munch on (and I wonder why my stomach hurts so much) and some arctic storm gatorade to drink. I fell asleep for about five minutes in a comfy booth in the corner. At 8 o'clock we played. My stamina is getting better -- which is good, since one of the main reasons I stopped smoking was to allot myself more onstage energy. The show itself was strange, but the club booking agent, owner, and soundman loved us, so I'm sure they'll have us back, hopefully at a later time. Jen was there, Fritz was there, my parents were there, and Rachel was there with her dear Matthew and his family, who all seemed incredibly nice, despite the fact that I couldn't spend too much time with them after the gig. I had a shot of Johnny Walker Red (which went straight to my head (unintentional rhyme, there) -- I've just noticed that since I stopped smoking, my tolerance for alcohol has gone way way down -- it only takes half of what it used to to gimme a nice buzz), and quite dizzily headed out to the parking lot where everyone was gathered around the truck. It was quite surreal. My dad was talking to IceDog about Duke Ellington, my mom was complaining to Wamba about my lead vocals. Everyone was ignoring me. Weird. Rachel came out and introductions were made, more conversation, then everyone left and I found myself standing alone in the parking lot. I debated going back into the club and schmoozing with strangers, but instead I hopped in my car and headed back to the studio, My new cellphone was singing some song about a missed call and a new voice mail, so I called in and retrieved a message from Don, informing me that it was 12:01am Eastern Standard Time and it was my birthday and I should have a happy one. At 12:01am Pacific Standard Time I had a birthday shot of cognac with IceDog and I headed home. Yes, it's officially my birthday now, no matter which way ya look at it. And all I wanna do is sleep. 14 october 1999: : on hiatus til december 14 october 1998: : didn't write 14 october 1997: autumn hides in me : Tomorrow is my birthday ... and it's 97 FUCKING DEGREES FAHRENHEIT OUTSIDE! And it's smoggy. And it's dry and stuffy. And there's all this crap in the air that's making me sniffle and sneeze. I don't even want to take a deep breath. [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |
