singing

i like to sing and sometimes i feel good about it. thursday kicked much ass and although there was no mr. big i got good vibes and the band was amazing. i met a new friend at the jazz club that we all decided to haunt for hours afterward. i haven't been in the new york uptown jazz state of mind for a while now and although it is, as someone put it, my kryptonite in terms of my physical and mental state at the end of the night in many ways it feels most like home.

makes me want to get back to the city...what a foreign feeling.

how the gig ends up

had a great gig tonight and a great afterparty at kenney's, the total sum of which will be shown in this series of latenight drunken sloppy photos:

POTSDAM

there is someone in potsdam new york reading this blog. if you are that person, please say something because i don't know if you realize that i lived in potsdam from age 3-9 until it got too cold to bear and we got shipped down to connecticut. sometimes i still have faint memories of the iceberg that was once called home, a mere 40 minutes away from canada where the snow starts to fall in october and doesn't leave until june, and where a tree got knocked over in a huge thunderstorm and crashed through our kitchen roof almost killing our entire family. ah sweet sweet potsdam.

if you are happy in that godforsaken wasteland, oh potsdam reader o' mine, then i apologize for badmouthing your home, but i have to say that it didn't offer much for a loudmouthed attention-seeking little ruffian like me.

summer's over please kill me

i'm sad. we're grilling on labor day weekend and that means that summer is over and it's time to whip out the sweaters and jackets which actually now that i think about it is kind of refreshing. i always feel sorry for the winter clothes tucked away in the back of the closet waiting with baited breath for the temperature to hit a solid 50 degrees so they can strut their stuff once again. i spend too much money on clothes so i might as well wear them and get excited about them or else really what is the point? plus there's a certain sample sale coming up at a certain outwerwear company where a certain lad i am quite fond of works and i will get some more jackets, so maybe end of summer isn't too too bad.

classes are going well. so far. i'm having a little scuffle with my creative writing teacher because i was extremely dumb (some might even say tardastic!) and missed a class by accident before getting him to sign an override form (whatever the hell that is supposed to be) so i'm going to go in on tuesday and beg him to let me in since i'm a senior and i need to graduate and pleeeeease don't ruin my life you pathetic little man. he's a young guy named eric who lives in northampton massachussetts and apparently writes some sort of poetry/prose hybrid that i've heard isn't very good. therefore i intend to beat him down with my charm and if that doesn't work then i'll use tears. a tried and true method.

talapia for dinner. i made guacamole for a snack. poker at jesse's is fun fun fun and also i've only had white wine to drink for a month now. it makes me feel like i'm on a sobriety kick (when in fact i'm still drinking) and i like it.

canoe's going back in the garage and i'm putting my flipflops away. bugger.