What a night - where to start?
I saw my favorite female recording artist Lori Carson perform last night at a little guitar shop in Santa Monica. I doubt I can describe her without sounding idiotic. Her songs are sweet and personal -- and she has a magnetism that really draws you into her. Her vulnerability is palpable and the experience is intensely intimate. Between songs, her banter with the audience is equally as disarming. As she tries to form thoughts while re-tuning her guitar, she mostly ends up being silent -- and then when her task is complete and looks up to the spectators, she connects like an old friend and is often very funny. She rarely does shows here and I dream of the day I can share the experience with a significant other (date/girlfriend/wife) who can appreciate her. Last night was not the case. I invited 2 friends last minute -- it's unfathomable that I couldn't find anyone to accompany me who I thought would enjoy her -- who were obviously not familiar with Lori's songs. Needless to say, they were restless and it made me a little regretful, so I didn't enjoy the show as much as I nomally do when I go alone.
Lori Carson is very important to me and I really can't imagine life without her music.
Then off to a friend's birthday bash which was quite lovely! Saw people I had not seen in 5 years and met an interesting young lady whose determination and cuteness rivals missfortyfive's. And probably not much older. She charmed the hell out of me. Chatted most of the hour I was there with her, in fact.
Finally - and jebus knows I rarely have this many things to do in a year, much less one night -- I met a model friend of mine at a fetish club. When I say "met" I mean just that -- we've only chatted on the phone and online. She's from Florida and staying with a friend in San Diego, but they drove up for the event.
Nice to finally interact in person and her friend is a talented comic book colorist. So I'll see them again at ComicCon.
The only regret was I wasn't around for my friend Tryst when she was all drunkardly. Maybe next time.
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And because nothing good can happen in my life without a smackdown, I just learned that all of my negative traits (procrastination, self-absorbtion & for lack of a better word, avarice, to name a few) have combined to result in the inadvertant screwing of a dear friend who has frequently gone out of her way to help me. Yay me.
I am literally sick about it. I don't think I have ever felt more ashamed in my life.
I saw my favorite female recording artist Lori Carson perform last night at a little guitar shop in Santa Monica. I doubt I can describe her without sounding idiotic. Her songs are sweet and personal -- and she has a magnetism that really draws you into her. Her vulnerability is palpable and the experience is intensely intimate. Between songs, her banter with the audience is equally as disarming. As she tries to form thoughts while re-tuning her guitar, she mostly ends up being silent -- and then when her task is complete and looks up to the spectators, she connects like an old friend and is often very funny. She rarely does shows here and I dream of the day I can share the experience with a significant other (date/girlfriend/wife) who can appreciate her. Last night was not the case. I invited 2 friends last minute -- it's unfathomable that I couldn't find anyone to accompany me who I thought would enjoy her -- who were obviously not familiar with Lori's songs. Needless to say, they were restless and it made me a little regretful, so I didn't enjoy the show as much as I nomally do when I go alone.
Lori Carson is very important to me and I really can't imagine life without her music.
Then off to a friend's birthday bash which was quite lovely! Saw people I had not seen in 5 years and met an interesting young lady whose determination and cuteness rivals missfortyfive's. And probably not much older. She charmed the hell out of me. Chatted most of the hour I was there with her, in fact.
Finally - and jebus knows I rarely have this many things to do in a year, much less one night -- I met a model friend of mine at a fetish club. When I say "met" I mean just that -- we've only chatted on the phone and online. She's from Florida and staying with a friend in San Diego, but they drove up for the event.
Nice to finally interact in person and her friend is a talented comic book colorist. So I'll see them again at ComicCon.
The only regret was I wasn't around for my friend Tryst when she was all drunkardly. Maybe next time.
***
And because nothing good can happen in my life without a smackdown, I just learned that all of my negative traits (procrastination, self-absorbtion & for lack of a better word, avarice, to name a few) have combined to result in the inadvertant screwing of a dear friend who has frequently gone out of her way to help me. Yay me.
I am literally sick about it. I don't think I have ever felt more ashamed in my life.
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don't quit your day job just yet.