Monday, September 29, 2008

bureaucracy sucks!

Urgh. Frustrating day on the phone today... to India. After 45 minutes of back-and-forth blahblahing about "we're sending a letter stating that you did pay off your mortgage" when, really, what I need is the Release of Deed and not just a letter saying that I paid off my mortgage I finally got a transfer to someone in the US who could tell me what the procedure is for releasing my deed. Le sigh. I paid off my house last year... in November. It's now almost October. I don't have the deed to my house yet. With all the upset happening in the markets today I figured I should probably chase this sucker down and have it in hand... just in case.

It turns out I was given bad information from my City and County Clerk way back in March and after three phone calls and numerous transfers, I finally got an emailed release of deed. Grrrr.

The next item on my list was the car -- insurance and registration. I don't even want to talk about it. It's done.

To work off my frustrating morning I rode to the pool and it was CLOSED! I half worried that it would be closed due to the holiday, but alas I forget, the City only observes Christian holidays. And yet. AND YET it was closed due to a "staff shortage." It's OK, I got in a good two or three miles on the bike, came home, cleaned and showered and now it's time for a nap. I saw the amended schedule for my upcoming tour and it looks good... there's even a couple of weeks slated for Brazil (which I doubt will happen) but who knows. Just maybe.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

a sad day indeed

I woke up this morning to the news that Paul Newman had died. Yeah, he was a celebrity but he seemed a decent person, too. I loved the idea of Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward -- they were beautiful and in love and even though I didn't know them, it's the kind of love affair I'd want to have.

I remember being young (really, like 7 years old) and having a massive crush on Paul Newman. I always imagined he was the type of person who never realized how handsome he was -- and who knows, maybe he was an absolute tyrant, but I doubt it.

Anyhow, forget about Brad and Angelina. They're nothing compared to Paul and Joanne. So sad.

Friday, September 26, 2008

let's call the whole thing off!

Seriously. Just give the Presidency to Obama. He IS the next President. Feh.

I shouldn't have watched the debate... I didn't learn anything about McInsane that I didn't know already and pulling out the sympathy card right at the beginning by bringing up Kennedy -- that was pretty gross.

On the upside, I did like hearing a bit of Obama's plan with regard to Foreign policy... and the war... and I really dig how he stood his ground against McCain's bulldogging.

What I'm really looking forward to is the VP debate. Oh yes, THAT will be entertaining.

two parts stunning

one part shambolic...

I just watched the Palin/Couric interview. OHMYGOD!!! This woman is an absolute idiot! She got exposure to foreign cultures through "education" and "books?" Huh? Woman, you said it yourself... there are two "foreign Countries" bordering the State you grew up in... why not just cross the border? She was too busy working two jobs when other kids who went to prep school, then college, had parents who bought them passports and sent them to Europe with a backpack??? This woman is completely deluded and out of touch.

Wow.

I was a little sick of Katie Couric but I have newfound respect for the woman. I can't believe she was able to sit opposite Palin and not bitch smack her. Seriously. Her fervent blinking to hold back her clear disbelief was beautiful. I could not have contained myself and I suppose that's why the Couric earns the big bucks and gets to interview the candidates and I get to sit back for free and be alarmed and amazed.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

blast from the past

Wow. I just saw this on a friend's Facebook page; it's from 2000. We had a day off and decided to do a group sushi outing -- it must've been somewhere grim like Dallas or Philadelphia. I really don't remember. I do remember making fun of our guitarist (not sure where he is... possibly drunk somewhere) and I had taken to calling our percussionist a "CUNT!" on a regular basis (hence the sour look on his face -- he's just there in the red shirt). Oh, good times. My hair -- it was so FULL and so not grey way back then...

Check out all those beer bottles in front of me; those were the days when I was "fun."

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

one of these things is not like the others

I went to see a friend last night; he's out working for this ROCK band and they were at the Fillmore... suffice it to say, I wasn't the oldest person in attendance, but I was probably the most uncomfortable. To be fair the crowd was really mixed: emo kids, metal heads, frat boys and sorority girls... it was really strange. The first band on the bill was fairly forgettable -- so much so that I barely remember their name (Blind Tide). I do remember that the "lead singer" is only 15 and his father is out with them. Working. Doing backline and driving the van? That's devotion.

The second band on the bill, Bleeding Through, while not my cup 'o tea, was thoroughly entertaining. They got the crowd really riled up -- so much so that they were running in a giant circle around FOH. It was like watching a track meet. I laughed and laughed... and scratched my head. What ever happened to a good old mosh pit?

Scott's band were the headliner, so I had a long wait to say goodbye. I spent a good portion of the show out front -- in front of the venue, on the pavement talking to my friend and tallying up the casualties. I did make it in to see the "wall of death" -- the whole evening was a practice in dumb audience tricks and the wall of death didn't disappoint. The band draw an imaginary line down the middle of the crowd, have them split to sides and then run into each other when the magic word is called. It was thoroughly entertaining. People who you wouldn't expect, on appearance, to do such silly things participated. Oh, good times.

So today I'm exhausted. I bought a car yesterday and I'm having tiny pangs of buyer's remorse... but I really love the car. I also got a couple of really annoying (work related) emails -- one having to do with the tour I did two tours ago... something like four months ago, and the other is just an annoying thing to do with the tour I just finished (but have, in my mind, completely wrapped up). I'll deal with these in a couple of days. I'm upset enough about them at the moment to send some snarky replies back, so I'll cool off and reply when my head is calm.

I'm reading the ticker tape on TV and it's all doom and gloom while Mario Batali cooks with Sam Champion -- they're all smiles and it's just weird. I think I need some coffee.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

frosted flakes

MyAndrew canceled the Symphony outing today. Eh, I'm tired so I'm not really all that disappointed. I am concerned about his well-being... he's become "Leaving Las Vegas Andrew" again and I really can't fathom why his depression grips him so frequently and with such fervor. He's like watching a train wreck in slow motion. It really makes me sad.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

remberance of things past

Last night at the game there was a young couple sitting across the aisle from us. The boy spent four innings stroking his girlfriend's head -- just gently massaging it. It was really very sweet. It made me long for things I've never had.

Today the sun is shining. I really should go outside, alas I think I'm going to take yet another lazy day and save the action for next week. I'll probably feel guilty later, but I'm going to luxuriate in the sloth anyway.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

major purchases

OK, so sometimes I'm incredibly, inexplicable frivolous with my money. Case in point: I bought a new computer even though I didn't really need one... but it had been something I was thinking about for a while. Oh, and there was that ring at Swarovski that one time...

I need a new car. Not necessarily a brand new car, but one which is new to me. Today I went and did a test-drive on a Volvo. No, not a "sexy" car -- it screams practicality -- and I was so ready to whip out my checkbook and pay for the sucker on the spot. I decided to take a night to sleep on it. I so want to drive up to the car dealership and buy that puppy... I'm going to force myself to wait until the morning. I've only been waiting 4 years for the TDI Jetta Wagon to come out again but I don't trust VW to put the damn thing out this Fall. I'm going to get an interim car, use it for a couple of years and then maybe I'll go back to VW. Maybe.

That's all. Lindsey is on her way over and we're going to hit up Costco on the way to an art opening. I'm all a-twitter with the excitement!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

waiting...

Why is it that when you're waiting for a phone call it never comes? I should stop waiting and start doing something. The marvels of modern technology include voice mail. I should take advantage of it.

Monday, September 15, 2008

rewind, return

Home.

I changed my travel plans last night and flew from Wichita. I wonder what shenanigans I missed at the end-of-tour dinner... it was in a public place so there's about a 50/50 chance breasts were exposed... I had a pleasant dinner and drinks with Josh and Frank before they left to drive the backline to LA. My shuttle left at early o'clock today (5am) and my driver was a really interesting man who was originally from Ethiopia. We had an hour to chat and get to know one another on the way to the airport yet I didn't manage to get his name... sometimes those types of encounters are the best.

I ran into the Stein clan at the airport in Wichita and almost shit myself. Here's hoping I never see them again. To be fair, Ebony the "tm" was a really nice girl; her husband was a champ and I felt badly that they took the wrap for Rooster's hustling ways. I don't know what she does in real life... hopefully she's gainfully employed and this was just a one-off for her.

As for me? Who knows. The future is wide open... I have tentative plans but first I must sleep. And sleep I will.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

there's no place like home

Particularly when you're in Kansas. Today is the last show... Last night, in Spencer, IA was epic. First, one of the bands who have been supporting us (whom I ran into at DEN) weren't actually on the bill, so that was lovely. Everyone at the fairground was incredibly nice... albeit white. I had an "Indian Taco" which was more or less chili on a piece of fry-bread and it was delicious (as were the little cookies from the cookie stand).

So we do an early show today and then we drive 300 miles to Kansas City for a farewell dinner and flights home. I'm looking forward to getting into my own bed again.

Friday, September 12, 2008

ooh, suckage

I'm at OMA and nobody else is. This is one of the noisiest airports I've ever set foot in... and what's worse is that I don't know when anyone is turning up. ARGH. I fear walking out to the terminal less I miss someone and the services there suck -- at least here I have beer and coffee and a tiny news stand. Hmmm.

There goes a guy who looks like James Blunt... maybe he's with shiny bronze tights girl? I think she's either going to LA or just wants to look like she belongs there... to me it's a bit over the top.

This just might be the right time to start eating... or drinking... or possibly both, however my new fitness plan calls for one or the other. The two in concert might make my ass too big for pants. Oh my!

ETA: men are so damn predictable. James Bluntlike just sat across from the stereotypical blonde. She's not cute, but she IS incredibly processed. Now I'm staring at the woman in yellow... oh good, she's walking away now.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

i have to pack

Last weekend of the Disney tour. Yay?

I'm really feeling down about leaving some of the crew behind... I was pleasantly surprised to meet some fabulous people. Really. My goal is to not slip into post-tour funk this time. I can't. I need to concentrate on getting back in shape (all those corn dogs have wrecked my body). I'm contemplating a drastic hair change -- in a bid to drop a few lbs. I know, I'm a very silly girl.

In other news I got an email from an old friend today stating that she cannot be friends with anyone who votes for "Omaha" (sic). Thank god because I don't have any intention to vote Omaha this November... my vote is going to Obama. The rest of her email was a mini-rant about socialized healthcare and how it's going to kill her, however we don't yet have socialized healthcare... she's on a private HMO. Interesting. The drama... I think it's just going to escalate as the election nears.

I really need to clear some space in my home. I've got too much of... everything. Unfortunately I've gotten rid of all my fat clothes, so my penance is going to be disciplined eating and exercise until I can fit into that which I already own. Not fun.

I also need to have a hard think and open myself up for emotional dissection this weekend... I'm really scared about this, but it has to be done. I spend so much time trying to protect myself and it's gotten me nowhere. I'm going to try something new and pray it doesn't blow up in my face.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

good news comes flat-packed

WE'RE GETTING IKEA!!!! Details coming at 5 on the news. Oh happy day!

i have to remember

That sometimes there's a bigger plan for me. Two weeks ago it seemed I would be working through the end of the year and now I fear those plans are all falling apart. Le sigh. It would've worked out perfectly -- putting me in the UK for December in time to meet Cecilia, but maybe I'll just take the time to get myself back to good health. It's just frustrating not being able to make firm plans as everything is contingent on other "things."

There's time yet, maybe things will turn around.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

can i just say

I really love my new laptop!!! It's dead sexy... and fast. I didn't know the internet could be so quick!

And I need to throw in an "I hate Miley Cyrus" already. It's my fault, really... I've got that "Fashion Rocks" crap on TV because it's nice, mindless drivel I can knit to without having to be attentive and Miley was just on and she's not precocious or cute, just very annoying.

Right. Time to put on some tunes.

thank... blog?

So I broke down and got a new laptop last week... I'm still waiting for FedEx to get off their duffs and deliver it (their ground service doesn't deliver on Mondays apparently???) Anyhow, at the last show our Road Manager came onto the crew bus and started blah-blahing about how Apple is making a huge announcement this Tuesday (today) and he had heard that the touch-screen MacBook Pro was coming out.

I just bought a new MacBook Pro. Not touch-screen.

I've always thought that Steve Jobs was out to ruin me; that he has my account marked and when I purchase something, it's his folly to put out something better than what I just bought.

When Kevin told us about this Mac announcement, I was gutted. I haven't checked their website yet for the video, but I hopped on MacRumor.com this morning and apparently all the changes are to iPods. Phew. The touch-screen computer is supposed to roll out later this year. Thank god. I can sleep easier now. Maybe.

Monday, September 8, 2008

so you say it's your birthday

It wasn't my birthday, too. It was J-Plo's 21st yesterday; we celebrated Saturday night after the show. Frank and I arranged for a cake -- which had dubious artwork (it looked an awful lot like Lila, Josh's crush on the V-crew) and generous mammaries. I thought those were the only breasts I would see that night... was I wrong. It turns out our dancers, Tia and Claude-Racine are "breast friends."

When the time came (midnight) to get the cake out, Josh was a big boy... he blew out all the candles. Tia then took a bit of frosting and suggestively put it in her mouth and gave the b-day boy a kiss... Josh is fantastic. He's one of the smartest guys I've met in a while and he has a fabulous, dark sense of humor. He smeared the frosting on Tia's top lip when he pulled away. I don't know how it deviated from that to Tia and Claude getting their tits out and having Josh lick frosting off them while the 12 or so men in the room took photos/video, but that's exactly what happened. It's a little weird when the tittie bar comes to you. I took that as my cue to leave, but as I was going, our crazy FOH guy (Crazy Kenny), who wasn't drunk, stopped me and asked why I had to be a party pooper? WHAT? Because I didn't get my tits out, too? I must have missed the memo because I didn't know that to participate in the party, I had to be part of the entertainment. I explained that my chest is like a crime scene and that there's "nothing to see here... please move along," but still felt really upset that Ken would assault me like that. Erm, that's what it felt like. He's a bit of a pit bull when he gets going -- I don't think he means anything by it, but I still don't like being on the receiving end of his rants.

I also don't like being lumped in with the girls -- their behavior is sometimes less-than-ladylike and while I have the mouth of a sailor, in most other regards, in the company of my colleagues, I keep it as professional as possible.

So, I'm home now. I'm sitting by the phone waiting for phone calls which aren't going to come. I think I'm going to do some "normal" things this week -- top of the list is seeing my mom.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

home fires

I'm back again for a few days... I fly to Omaha on Friday and in the meantime, I have loads of stuff to do or not do.

Last night was weird; I'll have to write about it later... I'm still a little freaked out about it all -- freaked out doesn't really describe it, though. Hmmm.

OK. I've got a belly full of bread pudding and my eyelids are incredibly heavy. Magic Mike is parked out front -- he's sleeping on the bus, which is a relief even though I offered him my guest room bed. I have a bad feeling he might be having a wank in my bunk tonight...

Saturday, September 6, 2008

second to last

We're almost finished with this tour... while I'm glad my swag run is coming to an end, I'm really quite sad that this is almost over. Three shows over the next week have canceled, so I'm headed home with the bus tonight after the show while the crew and band fly home until the next show next weekend (somewhere in Iowa and then the last show somewhere in Kansas).

Last week was bliss -- being home, that is. We had a show in Denver last night and it was weird. My vendor seemed "unstable." That's the kindest, most apt description for him. I was actually calling him a "tweaker" all day, but it was clear that he not only had a substance issue, but mental stability ones too. It was when he emphatically stated his support (and upcoming vote) for John McCain that I decided to tune out... less I start to argue, which could potentially put my safety in question.

Ah well. We're pulling in to Tingley Coliseum. It's our last show with the Vanessa, thank god. The merch company ponied up and got someone local to settle her swag -- I wasn't getting paid extra for the extra work, nor was I getting any appreciation. Today being the last one, I can put my feelings of frustration and guilt aside and just concentrate on my job.

Alright. We're here. I'm going to hunt down a shower so I can feel slightly human today. I'm going to try to stay busy and not focus on being sad and feeling like I'm missing people before they're already gone.