Funny, very funny to read back and funny to think of all that has changed. Let's see - The Orphanage is a very different place. I went from Tony, Jason, Alan, Zach and Nick to Tony and Max, to John and Max, and to Nick, Jenny (A GIRL!), Tony.
And oh, it's beautiful. Through the last year Jenny and I have repainted, reorganized and rethrifted (word?) the entire house. There are welcoming whites, glorious greens and...badger browns. We repainted all the bedrooms, kitchen, and hallways. I love it, I love it. Other than some nights spent in the "drunken stupor" vs. "let's make a fort from newspaper" - things have stayed pretty spic and span.
The biggest change?
I've never loved cats. They are cute, funny, and ha-ha-it-fell, but I like them from five feet away. Don't touch me. We went from two cats that Jenny saved to SEVEN cats because their mother is a whore, to four cats because we gave "presents". The kittens were great though :)
Anyone want a kitten?
Angela and I have been playing Bennigans every week for two summers and a fall now. We miss playing outside, but since it's been cold we've been trying to make-do. I miss the stage, the candles, the incense, the draperies, the stars and night. Inside it sort of feels like we're playing at...Bennigans. On the lookout for a new venue, but until then we're every Saturday - and it's always a riot. Especially when Kalen and Tony play. It's like changing the patrons channel from Everybody Loves Raymond to Prairie Home Companion...on acid, naked (?). Been tough to find a new venue though if anyone has any suggestions. We know there are a lot of options in the cities, but nowhere in the suburbs really do anything like this - so we've been having a lot of success here. Has to be all ages, also - we have an eight year old who plays better than I do.
I'm out of a job now as of last week, hopefully temporarily at this place. I've been bartending in Anoka and it's my third bar in a row to close down. It's funny to me how people can still be in denial of the trickle-down effect when main street is being hit so hard. My patrons have the saddest stories; can you imagine being laid off a few years or MONTHS before retirement benefits? So, so, so many of them unemployed after decades of loyalty. If it were me, the city would burn of displaced anger. I do have a few other options thanks to my gramps and craigs list - but the story I have is that the bar will re-open for Halloween. Obviously Halloween is a big deal in Anoka and to not be open is ludicrous.
Lately, unemployed, I've been spending my days back in my hobbies. As guilty as the days can be, I do love being able to write everyday and practice music. Oh, and sweet sweet books. Jenny and I have been talking about converting one of our walk-in closets into a library. That would make my life, my room is becoming an issue - and it's harder every week because the problem just stacks up (pun! zing!). I should get one of those digital books. Except there's something so romantic about the real thing! What have I been reading...mostly Chekhov I guess. Can't get enough of him. My sister lent me the first Twilight book with the instruction that "I HAVE to read it". I bitched about it the entire time, and I'm sticking to my theory that I only read the whole series so that I could "rightfully" bitch. The last year I've also been getting really into buying used college literature books because they are full of short stories from authors I love that I otherwise probably wouldn't have come across. Can't get enough of John Daily's books, been reading a lot of Orwell too - he's good when you're unemployed, rub it right in.
This year I had my first real experience in sports, if you can call it that. Jenny, Tony, Jason, Tom and I joined a volleyball league for two seasons. We finished dead last the first season, and seventh of thirteen in our second. It is an absolute blast; I had no idea what I was missing. Beer ever floweth and balls...ever...goeth...yeah, good times. I signed on to a broom ball league with Jenny for this winter, and I'm sure I will die. I never really show my legs for how badly I bruise (ten on each now!) and from what I hear this is not a gentle sport. I will die. But! I will die dramatically, slow motion, colliding into a man twice my size and I will stab him in the heart with my broom as we fall through the ice (the collision, of course, as thunderous mammoths) and all will hear our hollering of born rivalry fade into the night from rising bubbles...nevermore...nevermore...
I've been with Tom Honey Biscuit Awaijane for one year and- Who's my Honey Biscuit? You are!- five months now. Livejournal, I have met my match. When I am not beating, strangling, or firing at him - we are very happy. He's much smarter and better than I am - and for someone like me - that's a challenge. It does help that he treats me like gold; woos, wines, dines, and is so supportive that I be myself and pursue what makes me happiest. Except when what makes me happiest is winning. He beats me at everything. EVERYTHING. Except scrabble. Nobody beats me at scrabble. I invented scrabble.
But most of all he is my partner in crime, we have so much fun together. I love that, I love that. I think we are seeing Where The Wild Things Are Tonight. Is it good?
Welp, that's my every-so-often update.
Music: SATURDAYS RULE THE WORLD! GOING FANTASTIC.
My job: NEED ONE.
Volleyball: BEST TIME EVER.
House: DOING GOOD.
Tom: HONEY BISCIUT!
My car: IN NEED OF OIL CHANGE.