4.19.2004
Tizzy
Where to start? Is it Monday? I'm really not even sure anymore.
No hope of catching you up on the maelstrom in my mind. Or what's going to happen in the next few but here's a pitiful attempt:
Friday whatcked me upside the head. Had some bad news that threw me but no time to think about *that* because Saturday the lovely Miss Marie turned 25. A good age for a deserving diva. She was forced at winepoint to wear a silly hat and to sing in an all-too-sultry voice to any number of classic rock songs. I on the other hand did my best to caterwall rockabilly. Somehow we ended up a club which meant another night (work night) in Kyoto.
Anyone who knows me in the slightest would be shocked to know the quantities of water I consumed, and this water was not free, at the club. It is very wierd to sober up in the midst of all the drunken bodies sweating and groping. I guess it's just not my scene anyway. I have always imaginged getting into the club groove would be fun but it always seems a little forced to me. I think this is the product of not having been to the right club yet and my reticence to pursue such. Somewhere out there the hollywoodization exists but I don't suppose I'll find it anytime soon.
That being said I had a smashing time there because for the most part I was a fly on the wall. Maybe I'm just a voyeur. Dressed for day and very primped--like a girl. I managed to be fairly unapproachable. Yay. Guess I'm a product of the Austin live music scene, I'm spoiled for dance clubs. Give me a good partner dance anyday or at least a musician to holler at and wave my beer.
Had plenty of time to think about that working a few hours on a quiet Sunday folding brochures. For most people I suppose that would be tedium, but it takes me back to the old days of packing beads at the Indian store and zoning out into my little alternate reality. In this week's alternate reality I am a rockabilly queen studying country fiddle. I just need to find a fiddle teacher in Kansai and somewhere to practice.
Oh and a fiddle.
Seriously.
The natural next step after work was to go out again. All sleep and no overdoses makes Molly a sane girl and we don't want that. No no no no no. So Osaka, where I miraculously located two restaurants I had been to months ago. The internal GPS is so on these days. Maybe 'cause my brother isn't using his and we are telepathically linked (but of course, we don't talk about this, and I am breaking all the rules by telling you). I'll probably lose bandwidth when he goes to Alaska anyway.
All this and I am not even close to ready to go to India. Got to get manga and presents. Well...after that I am ready. Gonna pack light so I can bring back loads of stuff. Material stuff!
So now you know I'm loopy.
Oh and re-reading Dedman's screenplay.
No hope of catching you up on the maelstrom in my mind. Or what's going to happen in the next few but here's a pitiful attempt:
Friday whatcked me upside the head. Had some bad news that threw me but no time to think about *that* because Saturday the lovely Miss Marie turned 25. A good age for a deserving diva. She was forced at winepoint to wear a silly hat and to sing in an all-too-sultry voice to any number of classic rock songs. I on the other hand did my best to caterwall rockabilly. Somehow we ended up a club which meant another night (work night) in Kyoto.
Anyone who knows me in the slightest would be shocked to know the quantities of water I consumed, and this water was not free, at the club. It is very wierd to sober up in the midst of all the drunken bodies sweating and groping. I guess it's just not my scene anyway. I have always imaginged getting into the club groove would be fun but it always seems a little forced to me. I think this is the product of not having been to the right club yet and my reticence to pursue such. Somewhere out there the hollywoodization exists but I don't suppose I'll find it anytime soon.
That being said I had a smashing time there because for the most part I was a fly on the wall. Maybe I'm just a voyeur. Dressed for day and very primped--like a girl. I managed to be fairly unapproachable. Yay. Guess I'm a product of the Austin live music scene, I'm spoiled for dance clubs. Give me a good partner dance anyday or at least a musician to holler at and wave my beer.
Had plenty of time to think about that working a few hours on a quiet Sunday folding brochures. For most people I suppose that would be tedium, but it takes me back to the old days of packing beads at the Indian store and zoning out into my little alternate reality. In this week's alternate reality I am a rockabilly queen studying country fiddle. I just need to find a fiddle teacher in Kansai and somewhere to practice.
Oh and a fiddle.
Seriously.
The natural next step after work was to go out again. All sleep and no overdoses makes Molly a sane girl and we don't want that. No no no no no. So Osaka, where I miraculously located two restaurants I had been to months ago. The internal GPS is so on these days. Maybe 'cause my brother isn't using his and we are telepathically linked (but of course, we don't talk about this, and I am breaking all the rules by telling you). I'll probably lose bandwidth when he goes to Alaska anyway.
All this and I am not even close to ready to go to India. Got to get manga and presents. Well...after that I am ready. Gonna pack light so I can bring back loads of stuff. Material stuff!
So now you know I'm loopy.
Oh and re-reading Dedman's screenplay.
