April 25, 2015

I couldn't stop watching Forensic Files last night....this is a key reason why tv service is gone at our house. The night's sleep was a beautiful one and I forced sleep until 9, knowing there were a 2 issues: I'd have to go across the street for coffee and down to the lobby to figure out why WiFi wasn't working.  Plus, the day's plans were homework.  I wasn't looking forward to that.

The coffee was delish & the firewall issue was fixed, so!  <blank stare>. I managed to scrape out one of three essays, and get started on the second, but this was killing me. My brain felt like chicken fat and there were too many distractions.  I tried, I texted, I responded, I napped. Then I gave up.  Decided to focus on helping my broken back, instead and took a hot bath after some stretching and a head stand.  It was time to get ready.

I dress like an eleven year old boy.  It’s pathetic.  I have about as much sexuality oozing from me as an inflamed mosquito bite.  Tonight was no exception.  Jeans (I didn’t bring anything else and I have yet to learn how to wear sassy slacks or whatever those lady-pants are called), my Kombi Haus Tshirt and my Merrill Barefoot shoes.  Gross.  I walked to a nearby Persian restaurant and enjoyed a lovely dinner and The Most Amazing Persian tea…so much so I had to speak to the owner, a lovely man, who sold me a bag of it.  The experience was lovely – Persian food, listening to French music, and hearing Farsi spoke.,  Made me realize how very much I am inspired by other cultures.

Off to Terrapin Crossroads.  I walked in and almost immediately headed to the same seat I was in yesterday when I saw a friend who told me I had to come sit up front, which I did.  Soon we had a little sit-in going on in the front as other people realized the brilliance of it and joined us.  I had forgotten Hips were doing a double set tonight….And soon, but not soon enough, they began – an acoustic set initially.  I saw that “Motorhome” was on the set list, as my heart began to pound.  Oh GAWD…I look like a boy!  My hair is stupid…this is terrible!  And then…Tim announced that it was dedicated to his cousin Cheri and Whitey.  <my heart was crushed.>  Well, shit.  Another rejection.  This one completely imaginary and created, but still…  

The second set was wicked.  I had a spazz woman next to me and so help me jezus, I had this strong desire to deck her, but I didn’t.  A friend I was standing near mentioned that it could be worse – we could have that woman standing next to us.  She was doing things with the rope that reminded us of those weight band machines.  Oh, sweet mercy.  That’s why I like fests, better, particularly Hipnic.  After the show, Cheri and Whitey showed me and Tim’s parents their new motorhome.  Man, alive…  makes my Lizzie look not so fancy, though she has stttyyllleee…..  <smile>  A walk home in the chilly air, where I met a man who had just gotten off work.  We talked a while as we walked, then he went his way and I went mine.  An episode of Forensic Files tonight and sleep.  Tomorrow to SF before home…and finishing that damn final.

Pictures: My solution for my back; Bowling fun on the walk to TXR; The death of another innocent frond on the walk home.