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I'm a Rockstar, Baby

Music, , ,

In which there’s a recap of my weekend, with links to Flickr pix.

Friday night after work I went bowling with the boys. I bowled a kick-ass first game with a final score of 143: that’s over twenty pins higher than my average! W00t. That’s rockstar-style bowling, peeps.

Saturday I had an appointment with my stylist at 2 PM to get new rockstar hair. Sound check was at 3:30. Plenty of time, right? Wrong! The woman colored my hair, did two hair cuts, rinsed me, and then did two more cuts before she did my cut and style! I didn’t get to Sapolil until nearly five. And when I did I looked like a Botox-injectee because she did my eyebrow wax last. I had dye all over my forehead (I still do, actually) and all the skin around my eyebrows was hot pink: this, I suspect, is probably not very rockstar.

But it was so worth it! I really needed my hair colored. It was three inches half dark brown (and silver! …okay, gray) at the roots, with weird washed-out red on the ends from my obnoxious box job from a couple of months ago. But now? It’s all a nice even color, fairly close to my natural one, with cute little highlights. Yay! Rockstars should definitely have nice hair.

The house was absolutely packed Saturday night, SRO even. The crowd was awesome; responsive and fun and supportive. (I felt extra-special because I had two aunts, two uncles, a boyfriend, and a co-worker there to hear me.) For the last set, I had a table full of admiring guys to my right, one of whom apparently plays cuts from my EP on his radio show every week. Rockstars totally get airplay!

I’m not sure we got enough good takes to make a live album, though. I haven’t heard the roughs so who knows… sometimes idiot mistakes and random trainwrecks – of which there were many (I myself fucked up Love For the Blues TWICE) – end up sounding brilliant. Honest. To quote Barefoot, some of the best takes are more “Whoops! I’m a genius” than the actual arrangements you intended to play.

During the show Teh BF ran the board and watched the recording software. I think he had fun.

After the gig, we did what we always do after the gig: we schlepped gear!

After the schlepping, K and I went around the corner to Vintage Cellars for a beer, and I spent an hour wedged into a love seat getting wine drunk with a couple of totally hawt babes who had been at Sapolil for the show. (There are hi-fucking-larious! photos of this pile of drunken women, but you can’t see them because they are Not For Public Viewing according to my partners in crime. Private party photos? Are extremely rockstar!)

After that since we hadn’t had a proper supper, K and I went and ate at Shari’s. (Jesus. No wonder I’m perfectly round.) Pudginess is not very rockstar, but it is pretty diva!

Sunday we slept in, woke up, got busy, got up, drank coffee, and then went to 4-year-old’s birthday party in Milton-Freewater. We gorged on pizza. (Jesus. No wonder I’m perfectly round.) When we could no longer stay awake, we went back to Kaje’s and watched Torchwood Declassified drowsily on the couch. I got dropped off at home around 7:30 and did a load of laundry while I packed my lunch for today. (I still love the bento even though I haven’t gotten around yet to making any hella cute shit yet. (Yes, I said ‘yet’ twice.) Although I think I feel some veggie sushi coming on. Sushi is totally rockstar. Even if it’s homemade.)

Today I rolled into work wearing 9-year-old jeans and a bulky sweater with Crocks, frizzy hair and no makeup. Because on Monday mornings? I’m a call center drone, and totally not a rockstar.

Saturn's Day

Blurbs, , ,

In which I wish I had a hair appointment, but I never got around to making one.

I found a new theme! I *heart* it.

The CSS, however, is causing me anguish. Why won’t the H3 titles of the unordered list items in the sidebars justify left in Internet Exploder?! And why won’t the Twitter widget render in Exploder at all, when it renders fine in two other browswers? WHY?!

My aunt and uncle are here. I *heart* them. It’s so awesome having family up in the house.

I have a gig tonight at Sapolil. I thought it was next weekend, but it’s not. It’s tonight. I’m glad, because I need the money. My hair won’t look that cool, though, because I have terrible roots.

My BF took me parking last night. We parked near a pump in a wheat field and looked up at the moon and down at the valley and the wind blew and it smelled like the summers I spent in Pendleton as a kid and I really enjoyed simply being here again, in this part of the country, after all those years.

Now I have to trot over to Loney’s for a can of diced tomatoes so I can make some veggie chili. Ciao!

I don't even care if she was lying.

Blurbs, ,

In which it was totally flattering.

I walked over to the Chevron on my lunch break and bought cigarettes. The lady behind the counter asked to see my ID. I handed it over and she looked at my birth date.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, grinning at me. “You really don’t look your age!”

It was awesome. Although it could be the fact that I dress like a kid, I’m blaming it on the good haircut and the diet. (Yes, I’m dieting. It freakin’ sucks, but I’ve gained weight since having surgery last fall – apparently bleeding to death was using a lot of calories! – and I simply cannot stand this gut any longer omgwtfbbq.)

Hair!

Blurbs

In which I feel totally cute.

I got up early today and went and had my hair done.

I got highlights, I got lowlights, I got it cut using three different types of cutting devices, I got my eyebrows colored and waxed, AND I got free coffee. My hair is all blonde and straight and asymetrical bob and everything.

I’m so freakin’ happy! I shall have cute hair for GBM!

When I walked into work, everybody was all, “Your hair! It’s so cute!” and I was all, “Dude! Thanks!”

A Totally Shallow Post!

Travel, , , ,

In which I’m ramping up for GBM.

As you know, I’m flying to DC over the weekend of St Pat’s for GBM. I’ve been trying to decide what to wear, which is problematic because all of my clothes are old and worn out and crappy, or they’re hand-me-downs that don’t really fit, or I’m just plain old feeling fat.

Then there’s the seasonal issue. I am always and forever traveling at season change, so I feel like I have to bring clothes for both warm and cold weather and I end up over-packing and still having nothing to wear.

So I’ve decided to give up entirely on the idea of dressing well since it’s so far out of my reach, and have made a hair appointment. Right now I’m growing out the red dye I’d used last year, and have unappealing roots of mousy brown shot with gray (because apparently I’ve become old in the past six months). I’m getting a trim and some foil highlights.

I was thinking about getting a real hair cut – like a new style and everything – but I’ve never been to this particular stylist before and don’t want to end up with something awful 48 hours before leaving for vacation.

I’m gonna be doing laundry and pre-packing this weekend. I’m so excited to be going to DC! It’s almost like having a real life.

In other news, my terrible cold has abated and I feel nearly human again. My room is still a mess and I still have no social life, my dog is still fat, I still have no car, and I’m still in debt up to my eyebrows… but at least I’m not deathly ill. One of these days I might even write an interesting post.