gross sponge
Yeah our kitchen sponge is pretty disgusting right now. Just thought I'd let everyone know.
And that's all I have to say.
Just kidding, I'm not a TOTAL asshole ("BABE! WHEREDYOUWANNAGO?")
Did a mini photoshoot avec Mike on Wednesday, from which we got some good photos but it was all in vain (story later), hung out with Vanessa & Justine & co., freaked them out with the concept of bubble tea...Mike stayed over and we devised a ratings system, which I don't care to explain any further because it's our little secret (MWAHAHA). Mike dragged home a dresser drawer for me though, woot. It was cold out that night. Booooooo cold, where's spring.
Yesterday was Jill's 21st birthday, so we went out to Rare for dinner and then found a little pub called Daddy-o (so close to g-ho!!!) where we chatted and watched a guy puking across the street in front of the village tavern. Dinner AND a show, what whatt. So then it passed midnight and went from Jill's birthday to St. Patty's day so Elena and I toasted that (I love that Elena drinks now, mwwaahahahaa) and all was good.
Okay so here's the shitty story: I'm not playing the gallatone release party anymore.
Yep, after all of that excitement of finaaaaallly having some sort of legit gig, it all evaporated. Turns out Sin-e doesn't have a piano. Which, given their renown, seems a bit stupid. But at least I asked this time (learned my lesson from the Spence dance concert last year, where I ended up playing on a keyboard).
The best part is, the girl from gallatone who's coordinating this whole event emails me back saying "Well maybe you can try finding a piano."
Chhhhhyaaaa, I'm going to rent a piano and wheel it into the venue with full consent of the manager, who would have to be a serious junkie to let that happen.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm so yeah. Shit happens. I'll still go, at least to support the compilation cd and whatnot. But still. Big fat "EW."
And that's all I have to say.
Just kidding, I'm not a TOTAL asshole ("BABE! WHEREDYOUWANNAGO?")
Did a mini photoshoot avec Mike on Wednesday, from which we got some good photos but it was all in vain (story later), hung out with Vanessa & Justine & co., freaked them out with the concept of bubble tea...Mike stayed over and we devised a ratings system, which I don't care to explain any further because it's our little secret (MWAHAHA). Mike dragged home a dresser drawer for me though, woot. It was cold out that night. Booooooo cold, where's spring.
Yesterday was Jill's 21st birthday, so we went out to Rare for dinner and then found a little pub called Daddy-o (so close to g-ho!!!) where we chatted and watched a guy puking across the street in front of the village tavern. Dinner AND a show, what whatt. So then it passed midnight and went from Jill's birthday to St. Patty's day so Elena and I toasted that (I love that Elena drinks now, mwwaahahahaa) and all was good.
Okay so here's the shitty story: I'm not playing the gallatone release party anymore.
Yep, after all of that excitement of finaaaaallly having some sort of legit gig, it all evaporated. Turns out Sin-e doesn't have a piano. Which, given their renown, seems a bit stupid. But at least I asked this time (learned my lesson from the Spence dance concert last year, where I ended up playing on a keyboard).
The best part is, the girl from gallatone who's coordinating this whole event emails me back saying "Well maybe you can try finding a piano."
Chhhhhyaaaa, I'm going to rent a piano and wheel it into the venue with full consent of the manager, who would have to be a serious junkie to let that happen.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm so yeah. Shit happens. I'll still go, at least to support the compilation cd and whatnot. But still. Big fat "EW."
posted by Deb Oh at 12:51 PM
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