I’ve been in a pretty good mood all day. I’m still stressing, and I don’t think that will be getting any better any time soon. However, I was paid an amazing compliment last night, and I think it just made my week.
Last night I was hanging out with the Wednesday night regulars at the Pig & Whistle, and this girl Cat said that I look like Audrey Hepburn. Could there be a better compliment EVER!?!?!? Who wouldn’t be in a great mood after that?
Just sayin’.
I didn’t realize how much time it would take to move over all of my archived posts from the MySpace account. I think it’ll be worth it, because I want it all to be comprehensive. It just means that the official launch is going to be later than I thought. I hope to have it all done by sometime this weekend. I haven’t really told anyone that I’m moving it, either. So far I think I’ve had two views. When I’ve finished the archive, I plan on posting something on MySpace and have a grand opening. I hope people will read it!
I also hope that I’ll be motivated to get more into the habit to post. I’ve noticed while I’ve been cutting and pasting that just how much more frequently I used to write. It was so much easier before. I think that one of the features of WordPress that will real lend itself to my productivity will be the ability to save drafts. That way I can write half of a blog at home, and then come back to it when I’m at work, if necessary.
This last weekend was a doosy. I did the Slackers weekend. It all started out with a Deal’s Gone Bad/Monkey Thursday evening. I love Deal’s. Those boys are wonderful people, and what a wicked sound. I have too many good things to say about them. Todd H. is a lovely guy. We talked about me going out for a visit to Chicago. I’ve only ever been to Chicago once. I was 15. I was with my godparents/aunt & uncle.
Which brings me to the last few weeks of my life. I have been a traveling fool. First off, I was in Washington for Labor Day with the folks. It was a pretty mellow weekend; we went to a few minor league ball games, the Everett Aquasox, and went to the state fair, too. It was nice. I got home from Washington on a Tuesday night, and the following Saturday, I was on another plane heading towards Iowa. I had to go see my uncle, that same uncle that I saw in Chicago. The thing is, he has cancer. Not only that, but he recently had a heart attack. It was a heavy trip, and I’ve been having a tough time dealing with the stress of the situation. Anyway, I got back on Wednesday. The next night, I went out to see Deal’s. I really needed to be around friends, people, activity, loudness, dancing, etc. I got everything I needed.
On Friday, I went out with J4 to see Deal’s Gone Bad, The Phenomenauts, and The Slackers. Everybody was there, and it was a lot of fun. It was very hot, too. There was some hi-jinks between the Slackers and Phenomenauts who have been on tour together for some time. It was an amazing show at Slim’s.
But the best part was the after-party. First I took J4 home and put him to bed. Then I went over to Strange Manor. We hung out all night, and when I say all night, I mean all night. We were talking, talking, talking, and suddenly the sun came up. I got home at around 7 in the morning.
Then on Saturday, I headed up to Sacramento to do it all over again. J4 missed the Saturday fun. I picked Andy up in Vacaville, and we headed out for an early show with Boss 501 and Deal’s. It was sort of bitter sweet, because I knew it would be the last I heard from them for a while. After that show, we headed further north to see The Slackers and Phenoms again, with The Street Vendors opening. Luckily a few of the Deal’s guys came to the late show, too, so I got to hang out with them a little longer.
By the time we got to that late show, I was starting to feel the party from the night before. I caught just a bit of the Street Vendors, and I think they have gotten much better since the last time I saw them. When The Slackers came on, I perked up. They have been one of my favorite bands for the last six years. The shows they put on are always amazing. They are fabulous showmen and musicians. It was a good show, although, I have to say that the Friday night show was better. Maybe I’m biased.
Anyway, after the show, we hung around for just a little while to say a few words to the fellas in the bands, and have my goodbyes with the Deal’s boys. Todd assured me that they would be back soon, possibly January. It was hard to leave, but for once, I felt like it was a good idea to leave the party while it was still in full swing. After about five rounds of hugs, Andy and I were on our way home.
Yesterday, all I could do was my best impersonation of a lump. The lead singer of The Slackers, Vic Ruggiero had a couple of solo gigs, and I wanted to go to at least one. I figured it was best not to push, it though, so I stayed home.
I have some pics from the trips and the Friday night show that I may post later. That’s all I got for you now.
It’s not really like at both ends. I honestly feel like I’ve just been throwing the whole damn candle in the fireplace for months. I never get to sleep in the way that I like to. I’m nocturnal. I’m pretty reliant on not getting out of bed before noon on Saturday and Sunday to make up my sleep debt. Why do people insist on pretending like they’re so important that they’ve got something vital to do at 9 on Saturday? You’re not that special. Go back to bed.
It ought to be illegal. We should all be locked in our houses until noon, and not allowed to leave. Giant robots could stand guard. Yeah. That’s the ticket. I’m all about a society of enforced laziness via martial law, compulsory cocktails, and working from home a.k.a. working from pajamas.
All I have to do now is get the concept of Business Attire amended to mean Cargo pants and a Hoodie.
And Cocktail Attire would be jeans and a tank top. (I mean, that’s what I wear when I drink cocktails.)
So, I guess what I’m saying is – Here’s to the lazy folks! Stay as bad as you wanna be in bed as long as you wanna be!
I don’t want to go into too much detail on the how or the why, but I ended up with three breakfasts this morning, fat cow that I am.
So, here it is noon, and it’s Friday, which means it’s time for the co-workers and I to go out to lunch. Well, of course I’m not hungry. I mean, three breakfasts!
So, we’ll go out, and I’ll have a taco, and then, I’m going to explode.
Just sayin’.
The CEO of my company just sent out an office wide email. The subject was : “Mandatory Happy Hour Meeting – 4:00 Today”.
Yes, you read that right. At 4:00 today, my company will be hosting an Happy Hour, and I am required to go. I am required to sip on a cocktail (I suppose they would let me have a soda. I mean, they’re not going to hold my nose and pour Captain Morgan’s down my throat) and eat poo poos. I guess that’s what they mean by “Keeping it Real.”
We’re hiring, by the way, if any of you are into getting messed up while working with and for a bunch of swillers.
Just sayin’.
It’s a good thing that my job is completely useless, otherwise one of these times when my head falls forward and my forehead smacks the keyboard, I could cause the reactor to self-destruct or something.
Thank heaven for small favors.
No more than six hours after I wrote that last blog, I was struck by the urge to jump in my car, and get the hell out of here.
Maybe someday, I’ll actually grow some guts, and go for it. One day, maybe, I’ll pull a Kerouac, and I’ll just be gone. I’ll pack up my car, head out, and return I don’t know when.
For now, I’m shackled by fear and student loan debt.
Fear not; I’m probably not going anywhere.
Weather.com says that it’s only 59 in San Francisco right now. I don’t know if that’s an accurate reading for Treasure Island. Where I’m sitting, it feels much more like 70.
Where am I sitting? On my back patio. In my reclining canvas camping chair. I’m in shorts and a tank top. Slathered up with what’s left of last summer’s SPF 45. (I’m pale. What can I say?) There’s a slight breeze moving the trees. The grass is green. My plants, Rhonda, Lola, and Joni, are happy. Joni even has some flowers.
I have repurposed my cereal cannister to make sun tea.
I took a walk earlier, on the jogging path along the water. The bay is packed with sail boats, and you can see further than further. San Francisco, Sausalito, Richmond, Berkeley, Oakland, and further.
Maybe all I really needed was a little sunshine. Because, for the first time in awhile, I’m exactly where I want to be, and I’m not dreaming of running away.
Life doesn’t stink so bad after all.
And hey, aren’t my friends awesome. Isn’t my new boyfriend amazing?
The thing is, I’m nocturnal. And by nocturnal, I don’t mean it as in “I like the night life. I like to boogie” choice in the matter kind of way. I mean in the, the sun is going down, and suddenly I perk up, and want to scavenge and play. Right when you’re ready to go to bed, I’m ready to pounce on you, claw you, and run back under the bed. I mean it in the, it doesn’t matter that I’ve been up since 5 a.m., feeling like butt all day, chugging coffee, tea, and soda to fight the “Bobble-Head PeggyLu” effect in my cube, but now that it’s 9 p.m., I’m just coming into a good mood, I want to chatter and maybe clean the whole house, can’t sit still, kind of way.
This is something that I had always kind of known about myself, and didn’t put a lot of thought into. As long as I can remember, I’ve always been much more alert in the evening. My mother has confirmed that I’ve been this way since infancy, and claims that it’s because I was born in the later afternoon that I am such a night person.
The thing is, I guess I had never really thought about how this could/would affect my interpersonal interactions. I had taken for granted that everyone but my grandfather stays up until midnight. Boy, what a rude awakening. (Pardon the semi-pun.)
There’s nothing worse than being wide awake at someone else’s house at 10 at night, when they’re about two seconds from being irreparably unconscious. At least when I’m at home, and I can’t sleep, there’s about twelve thousand books, a handful of DVDs, endless numbers of CDs, and of course, the insomniacs best friend, MySpace.
So, despite the fact that I am working on about three hours of sleep, if you’re up and want to chat at midnight, chances are, I’ll be awake, too. Drop me an email or leave me a “Comment”.
And I’d like to apologize in advance for any pouncing I might do. Or any poking or prodding or any other attempts to get you to wake up and entertain me. Like, say, I don’t know, pulling on your lip and letting it slap into place, making a little plopping noise.
Just sayin’.
Playlist: Violator
By Depeche Mode
Current mood: 
awake
Dear Jerk,
I am on a break. I know that I’m at my desk, and not in the break room. I don’t feel like sitting in the break area, because, as cold as it can get at my desk, it’s even colder in the “kitchen”.
You can tell that I’m on a break, however, because there is food on my desk, and my blog is unabashedly open on my computer screen. Since you’ve declared that I must only check my personal email and my blog when I’m on a designated break, I am multi-tasking, both chewing and typing at the same time.
Now is not the appropriate time to come over, lay some work on my desk, and start a discussion about it. It’s definitely not a good time to pull me into a conversation with our co-worker who shares my cube wall about what you want me to do. I have food in my mouth.
Also, if you eat into my eating time, does that mean I get to blog as I please at other times?
Please remove yourself from my desk area, while I am attempting to digest.
Regards,
Corporate Minion Extraordinaire.
Current mood: 
pessimistic
Peggy Lu Who's Just Sayin' 