*smooch* (ldy) wrote,
*smooch*
ldy

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Well. I scored fourth-row tix for Rufus on Sunday.

M's going with me.

M: Sure, why not. Who is this guy?
Ldy: He's good. Louden Wainwright III's son.
M: Yeah, but what does he do?
Ldy: He sings, orchestrates, composes...
M: Yeah?
Ldy: Yeah. He's really good. And cute, too!
M: Oh. OK!
Ldy: Gay, but cute.
M: Oh. OK.

Heh.

She trusts me not to drag her to anything unless it's worth her while. At least, anything music-related.

Saturday, I think we're going to see The W's show. Community theatre. I was asked to audition... I declined, since I was planning on the Baltimore trip. Good thing I declined, or I'd not have seen Z play!

Have to go see it, though. Please don't suck.


I also scored tix in the Orchestra Pit for Victor Wooten in January.

For some reason, The Egg calls them "Pitt" seats. I'm sure they're B-radd.

Whatever. My neck'll hurt, but I'll be smilin' up at the best bass player of the century.

I think I'd like to be a bass player.

I think, more specifically, I'd like to be Victor Wooten.

Mmm. Yes.

Looks like I'll be back visiting Florida during that weekend, but will make it back in time for Victorygoodness.


mrs_puma just turned me on to this little lady. Joss Stone. Well, SHIT.

Go listen to her on Amazon. I dare you.

Holy smokes. That girl has soul. I think I'm in love.


Dubfreque's new album should be in my hot little hands soon. I can hardly wait!


Man, I love music.

Life is goooood.

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I saw the doctor yesterday for a physical. He thinks the recurrent sinusitus, hives and leucocytosis are all related, and may be conquered with something as simple as this thing. Yeah, it's funny. But if it works... I may be through with my multiple wacky unsolved health problems. That would ROCK.

Otherwise, I got a clean bill of health. He said my ratio of HDL to total cholesterol was so amazingly good that I had no worries of heart disease (CHF runs in my family).

I also got a tetanus shot. My arm hoits. I have no idea whether I got the kind that has mercury and formadehyde or if I got the "better" kind. I did ask what company provided the formula... but they make both. Ah, well.

Oh, and I thought I was over 5' 4". I'm really less than 5' 3". My world has gotten bigger!

Nearly five months into the nonsmokingness. I'm not even doing my "sometimes-cloves" anymore. They were jacking up my blood pressure, making me hallucinate, and giving my dulcet tones the Harvey Fiersteination. Seriously. I may indulge again sometime, but not today. I don't want to.

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Tomorrow I celebrate ten years working for my current company.

Ten. Freaking. Years. It's a long time, in my book.

P was talking about moving, and how he was trying not to take it personally that I haven't dropped everything and jumped on a plane already.

"That was a joke! A passive-aggressive joke, but still a joke!"

*sigh* I wanna clove.

I'd rather have a P, but there it is.*

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breekola challenged me to eat a parfait today. I did.

mrs_puma had one, too. Man, I'm just all over her today, I aren't I?

Maybe I'll post the pictures I took later.

Of me and the parfait. I don't have any of me all over mistressfrog.

Hm. I always mistype that as "mistressfrong." I don't know why.

Btw, McD's nutritional value page lists the parfait as having 160 calories. For some strange reason they only list the dollar menu size, and not the "regular" size, which comes closer to 400 calories. Still nummy, though!

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OK. No worrying about work, no fretting about the play, no concern over the horrible state of my apartment, no crankiness about the fact that P is 1200 miles away. Oh, and no cloves.

It's that time again.

Time to SHOP FOR FOOD.

I even have a list. Good thing, too.

I'm feeling dumb and down and cranky and sad. This too shall pass.

I wish he were here or I were there.

Next week. Next week we'll both be elsewhere.

Which reminds me...

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BOSTON PEOPLE.
If you're in or near Boston, this means you.

Wanna do lunch Friday (the day after Thanksgiving)?

Or would Saturday be better?

Oh, screw it. I'll do a poll later.


TO THE BATFOOD, BATMAN!

* Yes, I went and took one, but not the one I wanted.
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