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Homecoming*

Posted on April 27, 2010 by admin • 3 Comments

Vienna and me OK. Back to the travelogue. After the thoroughly enjoyable Paper Raincoats (with Alex Wong and Ward the cellist, both of whom play with Vienna as well), on came Vienna. The first thing that struck me (besides how utterly gorgeous she is, but what ugly boots) was how down-to-earth she was. The theatre was intimate (maybe 200 seats), and she chatted with us as if we were guests in her home.

In an entirely cool moment, she talked about the people who couldn’t make it to the North Carolina show and asked if they were in the audience. That’s us! Kel and Rose** shouted that we were there. Vienna asked where we came from. Kel said near Raleigh (Or Durham. I don’t remember which). Vienna was impressed and thankful that we had traveled so far to see her. Later, Alex told us it was the better concert because he had all his instruments back (recovered by the airline at 4:30 in the morning).

I will admit to another twinge of envy because besides being incredibly hot and gorgeous, Vienna is extremely talented as well. I played the cello for ten years and would like to pick it up again, and I’ve written a couple of songs (Flaccid Cock, anyone? More on that in a bit), and I taught myself the guitar so I could write the music as well as the lyrics for my songs, but damn, girl can flat out sing and play the piano.

I liked the way she prefaced many of the songs with stories or just chatter. She was completely at ease and in command of the stage. She was low-key, but she had a presence.

Kel had told me earlier that she loved watching Alex play because he was so inventive in his instruments. He would drum on anything he had at hand (including his body), and he’s a very talented musician. Plus, he has a good energy/aura, so it’s very soothing to listen to/watch him.

Blue Caravan*

Posted on April 23, 2010 by admin • 7 Comments

On with my travelogue! And yes, Alan Rickman will figure into it eventually. I am not just pimping his name to inflate his cloud, I promise you.

OK. Saturday morning. Soccer Boy woke me up at ungodly o’clock. I got ready, and then I gave the puzzle to Soccer Boy so he could reset it. He did, saying with a smirk, “At least I didn’t solve it before resetting it” and then handed it to me. I replied something to the effect of, “If you did, I’d have to kill you.” Then this sweet boy looked at me and told me not to bury him “there” (and he pointed outside) because there are rocks there. We then spent about a half an hour riffing on burying his body in Jersey (Kel has a friend who lives there).

Then, Kel came down and made the beignets. Oh my god. It’s like a little slice of heaven doing a happy dance in my mouth. Nom nom nom beignets and powdered sugar–a great way to start the day.

Then, I got to watch the highly-amusing drama of Punk Girl sullenly moving around while slowly waking up and Irish Dancer racing around because she’s late, she’s late, for a very important date! Then, we were off to the soccer fields which were an hour away.

Kel is the team photographer, so we sat in the end-zone. Oh, wait, back the truck up!

Kel gave me my birthday prezzies in the morning, and they were goooood. First is the t-shirt I am wearing right now. It’s black (of course), with a snowwoman on it. She has her stick hands on her hip and is giving attitude. It says, “SNOW GIRL” right under her. I’ve been wearing it ever since Kel gave it to me. Next up was the second LOLCat book. Since I love the website and I have the first book, it was great to get the second. Last up was a gorgeous handmade journal from the Dominican Republic. It’s beautiful. She rocks.

We Are Family

Posted on April 20, 2010 by admin • 6 Comments

Welcome back, bitchez. Grab your favorite beverage, sit back and relax while I tell you about the wild goings-on that happened over the weekend. I finally got to meet my twin, Kel, in person, and boy did we have a ball. I got to lick her bunny and watch her strip her chicken!

I was nervous as I got off the plane because I still harbored the fear that I would disappoint Kel. It’s something that is ingrained in me from years of disappointing my real family. I had learned my lesson well–I am not enough. No matter how much Kel reassured me that I just had to be myself, I still had a fluttering of doubt as I stepped off the plane. Before I went, I emailed her to see what I should and shouldn’t say in front of her kids. She told me to just be myself, which wasn’t very reassuring to me. I told her I was bringing underwear because I didn’t want to offend/disturb anyone by going commando under my boxers. She told me not to be ridiculous–they didn’t wear unders, either, under their boxers. Still, I packed the panties just in case.

I called Kel as I got off the plane, and to my dismay, she didn’t answer. She ALWAYS has her phone on. I told her to turn on her damn phone and that I would see her in a few minutes.

When I saw her, I hugged her tightly and felt as if we were just continuing a conversation that we had started a year ago. We started babbling at each other as she took a pic of us to send the kids, her sis, and her husband. I stuck out my tongue, and we were off to the races after that.

Her house is an hour away from the airport. On the way, I texted everyone who texted her and made ribald suggestions (no, really?). She and I talked about everything under the sun, including what we were going to do the next day. The kids were at home waiting for us to return, despite the fact that it was going to be after midnight by the time we finally touched down. As we approached her house, two kids burst out of the garage door and started fighting with each other. Kel laughed and said they were fighting to see who would hug me first. I had started to get out of the van, but I quickly got back in and joked that I was skeered of them.

Late Night Grumblings

Posted on April 14, 2010 by admin • 0 Comments

My idea of perfection is Alan Rickman, chocolate, pizza, and sex (though not necessarily all at the same time. That could get a bit messy).

I am in a down mood; I have been since my birthday, actually.

First of all, I am stoked to meet Kel, her sister, and her brood. I cannot wait to hear Vienna (though it’ll be in ~~Norfuck~~ Norfolk, VA, and not Oriental), and I am excited to see how Kel is going to shoot me (with a camera, of course). I don’t take good pics, so I’m curious to see what she can do with Alejandro (her trusty camera).

That said, I still have a shit-load to do before I go. The house is still a mess, and I have a day and a half to clean it. I also have my session in the morning. I also have to wash my hair, and I probably will do one more load of laundry. I also have that job hunt to do and other shit (including losing weight). Instead, I sit on my flat ass and do nothing of importance.

My best friend and I had a heated discussion Friday night about regrets. She’s the type to not regret things in life in part because she looks at the bigger picture. She says, “Do I regret doing this?” While the experience may have been painful, overall, she’s glad she did that or this or whatever. On the other hand, I am all about regrets. There are more experiences in my life that I would give up wholeheartedly than keep. The abuse by my father? Gone. My entire childhood, in fact, would be erased. Thailand? Goodbye. My relationship with D, I would keep. My relationship with M, I would not.

In addition, I wanted to cut off some experiences at some point. She said I couldn’t do that, and I said why not if we were playing pretend, anyway?

By the way, I hate the heat. I am unbelievably grumpy right now. I am wearing my South Park boxers, shirtless, my hair braided, and still sweating like a pig. I have SAD in the hot seasons, and I’m not Miss Perky at the best of times.

Oh, and FYWP (fuck you, Word Press). I just lost more than half this post. Fuckers. I will try to reconstruct, but it won’t be easy.

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