Man, even the raccoons are complaining about that one.
So, I'm 39. I'm still waiting to feel all grown up, and thus far it hasn't happened. A woman who's a good 15 years younger than I am commented tonight how she never thought of me as old... just the opposite in a lot of ways, in fact. Fortunately, I caught the implied insult, and pouted about being called immature.
She's actually been a real Jiminey Cricket type when it came to my writing, so I told her about my LJ. I don't think I've bitched too much about her. The last time I would have had something substantial to say about her would have been in December, during the last hiatus. I doubt it was something she hadn't heard before from me. Mostly about how crazy she makes me, and how much I love and adore her. Yet another dark haired woman with a twinkle in her eye and some sort of natural ability to make me do back flips...as in "wrapped around her finger"...or anything else she would like me wrapped around.
Any way, I'm all psyched about the show I', going to Friday...I'm almost certain I know who it is, and the venue is minuscule...a place called Slim's in San Francisco, which holds about *500* people. Roni doesn't know yet, and I know she'll completely lose it when she realizes who we're going to see.
Rob apparently got word on some mailing list about the show...it was NOT advertised in any way. By word of mouth the show was sold out in minutes -- with Rob holding four tickets. A similar show in Santa Cruz at the Catalyst sold out in about 10 minutes.
Two girls, two guitars (well, at a time at least...maybe a banjo and a mandolin or two) and a club so small their sweat could hit the back wall. My kind of a concert!
Karin said she'd definately come to hang with Roni and me Saturday through Sunday at Pantheacon at the San Jose Double Tree this weekend. I can just see Joi fuming at me now. I think there are quite a few people showing up at my urging, and seeing them all chummy with me will make her nuts. I have no idea why -- I don't think about annoying her, and (in fact) don't even think about her until she's mentioned in conversation. I think it's simply that she decided who I was and how I act, and nothing makes her more insane than having people refuse to follow her scripts. After all, Michele was supposed to have left me years ago with Rob, and the three of them were going to run off together.
I think she's figured out that isn't going to happen.
The fun thing about bringing new people to an event like this is when they're approached and "warned" about me. Some of the stories are hilarious, especially when they get busted...like the time one woman was told that I was a player who just like to fuck fat girls, and would go after any new, plump "meat". An older friend of mine, over-hearing this (and noting that the speaker was also fat) asked "Has he tried to sleep with you?" Acting offended, the gossip firmly declared the negative. To which she was told "Then he's obviously more discriminating then you make him out to be."
She shoots, she scores.
Any way, so there will be drumming this weekend! (Does happy drumming dance). I don't get to drum often enough...it should be interesting to see who shows up to sway to the beat, and how long it'll take before I can close my hand again afterwards.