Perspective (or, Sleepy Barcelona)

Today at work I helped a guy in a motorized wheelchair who had no control over his body from the neck down and very little control from the neck up. Basically, his whole body was constantly writhing and spasming, and he drooled a lot and couldn't speak or gesture, and just constantly seemed like he was in the process of performing a very low-impact sneeze. I asked him if he needed any help, and he sat and flailed a little while, and I waited, and then somebody else came up and asked for help so I helped them, a little relieved.
As I was helping the other customer, the wheelchair guy rolled up behind us, so I figured that he must need some help and just wasn't able to talk. When I was done helping the other customer, I noticed that wheelchair guy had a board next to him in his chair. I took the board out; it was about 1.5 feet by 2 feet, and maybe a quarter of an inch thick, and on the upper left hand corner it said "I can hear perfectly." Next to that it said, "I use this board to talk. Repeat back the things I point to." The rest of the board was covered with words and the alphabet and the numbers 0-9. So I held the board in front of his face and he proceeded to flail around a little more, but little by little I noticed that he was using his nose to point to different words or letters (it didn't help that he was wearing a baseball cap; for awhile I thought he was trying to point with the bill of the hat). So after awhile he was able to communicate that he was looking for a specific DVD, and he wanted me to read to him what our computer said about it, and I ended up ordering the DVD for him.
At the end of the conversation he started spelling out "can" "someone" "help" "me" "in" "the"...and I was worried that he was going to say "restroom." But he ended up saying "elevator," so I helped him get in the elevator and took him upstairs and he went on his merry way.

The Point: The point of all of this is to say, "HOLY SHITE!" What an amazing amount of balls and strength and heart this person has to be out and about on his own. If I was trapped inside of a body that didn't work, I'm sure I would lay flailing around on my bed all day and life a very short, unhappy, bitter life. So I was just moved by this guy and his profound handicap and the amount of energy,brains and effort it must take to overcome it every moment of his life. The world is a strange place.

The last couple of nights as I've been driving home after doing set stuff after rehearsals, I've been coming up into the city from the south, on 395, which is probably one of the prettiest views of Baltimore there is. The city really has a nice skyline from the south, and I enjoy the drive. Listened to "The Old Matchbook Trick," and thought it was a song that eveybody should hear. I'm not sure if that's true or not, though.

Also, saw a guy who looked like Kevin Sorbo walking on Charles Street.

Busy

Well, I've gone from "Not much going on..." to "I need more time!" in just a day or two.

Yesterday I spent about 14 hours working on a relatively easy light hang and load-in. Why did it take so long? I don't know, exactly. Without Jeannie's help in the morning I probably would've been screwed. Watched rehearsal last night, and I have a few things to fix before rehearsal on Sunday. So now every moment of my time is booked between now and Sunday night. Lovely.

Hmm. I will cut this short because I want to have time to make myself a big bacon n' schmeggs breakfast before work. Yum!

Math!

Not much has been going on, yet strangely busy...

This morning I woke up and did a bunch of calculations for work--projected sales, proposed hours, etc. I feel like a real grown-up manager! Actually, though, figuring all this shit out before the holidays hit puts me in a much more relaxed state. Now I just need to convince our store manager of all the stuff I came up with this morning.

Tomorrow is my day for hanging lights and loading in the set and all that stuff. My loverly girlfriend is going to help me in the morning. Hopefully it will be a good time and unforseen-problem-free.

I'm in a weirdly good mood, and I have been for the last several days...I think after all my worry while I was out of town I feel relieved to get back and see that everything is as normal as ever.

Wonder how Rich has been doing in St. Louis/New York?

Cow Pie

The Jeanners and I had a good day off today. Thismorning I made myself six eggs worth of breakfast burritos, and then we headed out to work on the set for LOVE's LABORS LOST. We didn't get quite as much done as I had hoped, but Jeannie will be able to help me work on Wednesday morning so I'm not worried.

Then we came home and made some dinner, and we had wine with dinner (life feels good when you have wine with dinner!) and watched a little bit of THELMA AND LOUISE, which I had never seen. It appears I was not missing much.

Something that we made for dinner wanted to leave my body immediately and forcefully, so I think that Jeannie might be trying to poison me...

I bought a cd yesterday by The Breaks Co-Op, and it is not as good as I wanted it to be, but there are some good songs on it.

My stomach is still cramping a little bit so maybe I'd better sign off for now.

So Much New News

Firstly, I have bad news for all of you who love me because I'm skinny and cute: They're building a Chipotle right down the street from our apartment. Holy Shite. I predict I will soon be tipping the scales at at least 450 lbs.

Secondly, I have a bad headache and I'm tired right now.

Thirdly, Jeannie and I were going to go see Pat's show tonight but are going to go on another weekend because I'm not feeling great and we're both pretty damned tired.

Fourthly, I tweaked the look of this here blog so that the random picture would be visible on more browsers. Aaaagh! Geek talk!

Lastly, Jeannie caught a mouse last night with her bare hands and then accidentally bit its head off.

A big crying baby. That's what I am.

So it turns out that I was overreacting about all these fears and worries about work, just like everybody was telling me. Work today was fine. I kind of enjoyed it a very tiny bit. Tomorrow I work in the morning and then go back at night for a music inventory. In between I must go to Baltimore Stage Lighting to pick up some gel. Unfortunately, BSL is on the other side of the damned city.

Watched LOST tonight with Jeannie, who was, as usual, uninterested. The episode was so-so, but next week's looks pretty good. Jeannie gave me some kisses, though, that made me want to go roll around in the hay.

One thing I forgot to mention about our trip:
1. Jeannie and I bought a grand total of 4 pairs of shoes.

Long day tomorrow. Should be ok, though.

Back Home

Well, Jeannie and I have arrived back in Baltimore, after another relatively easy drive thanks to some more This American Life downloads and nice driving weather. And my dad took us to the library before we left St. Louis so we could get another book on cd, but the things we got weren't that great. They helped pass the time, though.

Well, I'm dreading going to work tomorrow. During this trip, I seriously started thinking about other jobs that I could possibly do. I don't know why, exactly. Am I burned out on retail? Do I not like being a manager? I'm not sure. I just know that I've never dreaded going to work like this since I've been at the B&N. Maybe after I go in tomorrow all of these bad feelings will go away. Maybe they'll be worse. Not really sure at this point, and I think that's part of the problem.

I think that another part is that both work and the set/lighting design/build for CSC are reaching points that require my attention.

Sunday Night

I don't want to go back to work on Wednesday in a way that is different than the other times that I haven't wanted to go back to work. I feel almost scared to go back to work, like I'm going to get yelled at when I go back or something. Which I guess is a possibility, but not likely. But I feel scared.

Today was a good day, one that Jeannie and I spent with my family, and it was relatively painless. It was really good to see everyone, and it's nice when people take off work and skip other engagements to come see you when you're in town. And Jeannie likes my family because everybody generally gets along, which is sometimes different than her family. Anyway, it was good to see everyone and I enjoyed it and I got to drink some red wine to boot.

I think, for me, the highlight of this trip has been getting to spend time with Jeannie's maternal grandmother, who lives in St. James, MO (just outside Rolla), and who, up to this point, I have met only one other time, very briefly, and not in the best circumstances. We've gotten to spend some good time with her this weekend, and she is a very nice, quiet, warm, funny woman. And tiny and cute. So that has truly been a pleasure and I'm so glad that it has happened.

I have, for the last several minutes, been cutting farts that smell more like poop than farts. You know the kind.

From Concentrate

From St. Louis....

Here's what's been going on the last couple of days, condensed down to a few sentences.

1. Jeannie and I had one of the easiest drives here that we've ever had, thanks to:
a) an audiobook. Nando Perrada's account of when his Uruguayan rugby team's plane crashed in the Andes, called Miracle in the Andes.
b) several cd's worth of downloaded This American Life episodes.
c) Equally shared driving responsibilities.

2. At a rest stop in Indiana, we encountered a handcuffed and manacled convict, wrists chained to his waist, with armed police escort. Jeannie was wondering how the convict was going to pee with his hands chained to his waist. Who would pull his pants down? Well, I can now answer this ancient question: it turns out that the policeman unchained the convict's hands while he pee'd. The convict remained in handcuffs and anklecuffs, however.

3. I saw a large flock of birds while driving up 170 from Jeannie's parents' house to my parents' house yesterday. It was large enough that I described it to myself as a swarm of birds.

4. I think that every season, there is one day that is the perfect specimen of weather from that season. Yesterday was perhaps our perfect day this autumn.

5. On the drive here, we drove through sunshine, rain, and even snow. In Ohio. Why do I always seem to encounter my first sowfall of the year while I'm in Ohio? Not much fall color along the drive, other than in western Maryland and West Virginia.

6. Today we head off to Jake's wedding.

7. I have been thinking/worrying about work far more than I should be. I'm afraid I left things in more a state of disarray than I wanted to.

8. Jeannie got a haircut yesterday that is supercute.

Morning Thoughts

Sometimes when I listen to the Supremes I feel pretty pumped. Does that mean I'm gay?

The Shoppe

Had a good night last night. Went over to Howard County Center for the Arts (HCCA) and started building the set for Love's Labors. Since we don't really have any room in which to build, I set up a makeshift, portable shop outside and built there. Since HCCA is in kind of a wooded area, it was nice to build outside with the bugs making noise. And the weather was perfect. So it was peaceful and nice. I think, though, that for a larger set (i.e. THE FRONT PAGE) we're going to have to get a real shop space. Or hire out the set entirely.

Hmmm, what else? I'm working this evening, so not much should be happening. I hope to get things in order at work so that everything runs smoothly while I'm in St. Louis.

Then tomorrow it's laundry, work, pack, and LOST...

Brown Baggin' It

Right now, there are 2 Chipotle burritos in a brown bag on our kitchen table, each wrapped tight in foil, it's unique blend of spices getting all stewy. One for me, steak, and one for the Jeanners, veggie. Jesus, Chipotle burritos are good. I can't wait to eat mine.

Been working. Worked this morning. I was off yesterday, and Jeannie and I ran a bunch of errands. I bought lumber for the set, and we picked up some stuff for Jeannie's construction job, and then came home for some dinner before heading back out to do some clothes shopping. I picked up 2 new pairs of pants and the Jeanners looked for something to wear to her brothers wedding this weekend. Sounds exciting, doesn't it?

We're looking forward to the trip. It's been awhile since we've gotten to see our families, and Jeannie's new-ish neice will be almost 5 months old.

On Friday I didn't go into work until the evening, and I got to spend all day recording, which I haven't getten to do in awhile. The results aren't that great, but I had fun working on it. Once again, many thanks to Rich for fixing up my guitar and bass. Makes the whole process so much nicer.

News from the Front. (and rear)

I've been putting in some long hours at work, so I haven't had much time/energy for blogging. As a result here's some highlights of the last couple of days...

1. Watched the season premiere of LOST on Wednesday night, after a suprise trip to Home Depot with Jeannie. The trip to Home Depot wasn't very fun, but I came home and fried myself some bacon n' schmeggs, and plopped down in front of the tube. I was a little bit of an ass, because I was making a big deal about watching the show and not being interrupted or distracted. So the whole experience probably would've been better if I hadn't been an ass. Story of my life.

2. BJ is going to come to town and do THE FRONT PAGE in the spring. Which means I'm going to do FRONT PAGE in the spring. Which I think will be fun, but I'm still a little worried about balancing work and show. We'll see what happens.

3. I will start work this weekend on doing lights and set for LOVE's LABORS LOST. Trips to Home Depot and Baltimore Stage Lighting and whatnot.

4. The Jeanners has been running the show at her carpenter job, while the carpenter (Eric) is out of town. It doesn't sound very fun, and I don't think it's a job that I could do, so big ups to the J-dog.

5. Jeannie and I are getting ready for our trip to St. Louis next Thursday for her brother's wedding. We leave a week from yesterday. Woo-Hoo! Not really looking forward to the drive, though.

6. I think that's it.

Some things that happened...

...over the last couple of days:

1. My brother called yesterday and said that he and his wife are expecting another baby. Woo-Hoo! Johnny's gettin' laid! (My brother's name is not Johnny. That was a reference to the semi-popular film from the 1980's, Johnny Dangerously, which I own thanks to one E. Elz.)

2. We went to the symphony with Ms. Ginsberg, which was different, even enjoyable. I liked the music (Shostakovich's 5th symphony) more than I thought I would.

3. I was stunned--STUNNED--at how bad Saturday Night Live was. I mean, it's been bad for awhile, but you know it's gotten to the bottom when you find yourself thinking, "Boy, it was funnier back when Horatio Sanz was on." My Gawd it was so bad.

4. I was annoyed at work.

5. I went to the gym for the first time in a long time, partly to relieve the annoyance that was generated at work, and partly because I have been feeling like a fat tub. In reality, I only weighed about 1 lb. more than the last time I was at the gym.

6. My girlfriend and I sat out on the roof and I watched her eat dinner and she farted.

7. I locked myself out of our building while doing laundry and attempted to break in using a piece of metal from a broken umbrella I found in the alley but I was unsuccessful.

8. The words "gluey poop" were used in our apartment more than you might imagine those words get said during your average weekend.

Dreams

Ah, I'm up early/late with a little bit of insomnia after a strange dream about driving around St. Louis with Bosco and others looking for a Mexican, Chinese, or sushi restaurant. Or a casino buffet. I was hoping for a Mexican place because I wanted a big burrito. Paging Dr. Freud...

Today the Jeanners and I are heading to the symphony with Ms. Ginsberg. I also hope to get some laundry done and maybe some grocery shopping tonoght.

Last night after I got home from work we were laying on the couch together listening to music and talking about our families. It was a good time. We also bought our plane tickets for Christmas. It's going to be a fast, expensive trip. Ouch!

Customers

For the past few days I have been talking with a man named Emil Gasparini who came in to the store to look for a cd that had some of the songs he used to sing (or hear) when he was in the air force during WWII, songs with titles like "There Are No Bombadiers in Hell." Well, it turns out that we can, in fact, order the songs he was looking for. It used to be a 4 LP set that they've put onto 2 cd's. Anyway, I'm writing about him because A) he has a great name. B) he is very pleasant and entertaining and nice, and tells me that I should listen to some of the songs, although some of them do contain "a few choice words." I assured him that I probably had already heard most of the words he was referring to. And C) he reminds me of my dad, although my dad was never in the air force and is too young to have been in WWII. Anyway, Emil Gasparini seems to be, in my limited view of him, a very classy, nice, and funny guy.

Also, today a regular customer and friend (to the extent that a clerk and customer can strike up a friendship at a B&N) named R. Ginsberg offered Jeannie and myself two of her extra tickets to the symphony this Sunday. She's a tiny, elderly, extremely intelligent classical music connoisseur who is very unlike anyone I have ever met. Since we have no plans, we accepted, and we're looking forward to it.

Finally, today I was helping a more-annoying-than-most drag queen.

Checking In

It's been a few days...

Right now I'm thinking good thoughts for Elizabeth and her Dad, hoping that everything turns out ok...

Many thanks to Rich for fixing up my electric guitar and bass, they're both sounding great and having them in good working condition has already made recording more enjoyable.

Work has been ok, we hired 2 new people on Friday and one of them quit after his 1st day, the other one seems like she'll be very good. So I'm blaming the one that quit on his own questionable emotional stability, rather than my meager skills as a person of authority. But I suppose that either thing could be the actual culprit.

Tonight Katie was over when I got home from work. I enjoyed sitting at the kitchen table with her and Jeannie and waxing philosophical on Ralph Machio, cat anuses, and ebola. With G&T's, of course.

Today I thought I would try and write a list of my favorite things for tonight's blog entry. I think, however, I shall just include one of my favorite things: a hot bath when it's chilly in the apartment and it makes me want to not get out of the bathtub.

My thoughts seem pretty scattered this evening, both in the head and in the blog.

last day

today jeannie and i will be leaving ohio. it's been such a fun trip, although today i feel kind of depressed. mostly because i don't feel like going back to work tomorrow. i have a feeling the next couple of weeks are going to be kind of stressful, and i just don't want to deal with it.

yesterday we went and saw jen's play, which was very very good, and i'm really glad i got to see it. Here's a pic:

Then last night we played a heartbreaking game of Phase 10, where I started off so well and then fell into a dark hole and it ended up that I accidentally handed the game to Jen, my arch-enemy when it comes to game playing. Aagh!

hand-cranked

We arrived in Ohio at around 3am last night, after a long-ish but uneventful drive. Rich had waited up for us, and we chatted for a short while before the Jeanners and I hit the hay. Today we've spent a lazy day around the house, watched a little bit of the British "The Office," and have just made some home-made ice cream to eat for dessert later after dinner.

Tonight I'm imagining an evening of games and maybe a few G&T's.

Yesterday at work I hired 2 people, and another woman that used to work at the B&N but left to have a baby is going to come back and work 1 night a week. So hopefully the people shortage in the department will soon be a thing of the past.

More later, maybe some pics. I love being in Ohio! (because my friends are here. I actually don't like the state of Ohio very much).

Warhola

For the last couple of nights, Jeannie and I have been catching parts of this PBS documentary on Andy Warhol. It's pretty interesting. Why do I find something like that inspiring? I don't know, but I do. It made me want to find out how much it would cost to rent a big warehouse space and then invite artists to come use it. Hmmmm.

Where in the HELL has Drew's blog gone?

I interviewed some folks at work today. Hopefully that means we'll have plenty of talented, well-trained workers in a couple of weeks.

Tomorrow after work, J and I leave for Ohio. It's about damned time. I am so looking forward to this.

Grammar Police!

I used the expression 'once again' twice in one sentence in my previous post. What a dumbass!

Today I got a lot of good stuff done at work. I feel much better after this day of work than I did after yesterday's day of work. Plus, I am off tomorrow. So I get to do laundry. And take our recycling to the dump. And watch my new ZOO TV LIVE FROM SYDNEY dvd.

****ADDED LATER****

And of course, in my previous post where I wrote "shout outs," I meant "shouts out."
Of course. What a dumbass!

All eyes on BJ

Well, my bad-Monday feelings are a little bit out of my system, although I'm not really looking forward to going to work today. But perhaps I will get to take care of a lot of things that have been problematic there lately. Schedule stuff, mostly.

It appears that if BJ agrees to come to Baltimore and perform in THE FRONT PAGE this February, then I will also be performing in THE FRONT PAGE this February. And Pat will also be performing in THE FRONT PAGE this February. So yes, there is a chance that that wacky threesome of comedic genius will once again be gracing the Baltimore theatre scene once again. All eyes are now on BJ to determine his next move...what's the word, Ponyboy? Are you in or out?

Shout outs to Amanda White and Karista, who have written me e-mails that I have, so far, failed to respond to. I'll get around to it, though.

Rainy days and Mondays...

Today was not rainy, but lordy was it ever Monday.

Today was a day that had its foot securely up my bottom, i.e. it kicked me in the arse.

Why have I felt so busy lately? Jesus!

I'm ready for several days off, hanging in Ohio, drinking a G&T and trash talkin' with the cool kids.

I'm going to go call the cool kids right now!

High Zero

Gena is in town.

Tonight she and Jeannie and I went to Baltimore's High Zero festival, which is a showcase of experimental improvisational music. I did not specifically enjoy it, but it was not specifically bad. We had a good time, either way.

It did bring back a vivid memory of Eric, Drew, California Mike, Blind Ryan, and Myself setting up recording equipment and various and sundry instruments on the stage at SLUH and recording some improvisational jams, perhaps the most well-known of which is 'Door is Ajar.' If you haven't heard it, ask me to play it for you sometime. This particular recording session took place just a few days before I left St. Louis for Baltimore, and it featured Drew on cello, Blind Ryan on my Korg synthesizer, California Mike on a tiny Casio keyboard, Eric on microcassette recorder and also recording engineer, and me playing on stuff when other people weren't. Also vocals by Ryan, Mike, and Drew. Ah, good times.

The other night, Patrick From Work, Elizabeth, FCW and Sarah came over and we drank a bunch of Guinness.

Bad Dreams

Ugh. I'm up too early, because I can't sleep. I had a "nightmare" about being at work and having a persistent, annoying customer who required help for at least 30 minutes after the store had closed. My nightmares are usually like that, never the usual horror-movie type scary stuff, but more like things that, to me, seem truly terrible but are not the stuff nightmares are usually made of. In other words, I do have dreams where I'm being shot or being chased but they never seem that bad, but the dreams where an annoying customer keeps me at work a half hour longer than necessary wakes me up in a cold, annoyed sweat.

Well, the dream put work stuff on my brain and now I can't get back to sleep.

And I am also hungry and have semi-intense gas.

Busy Day

Congrats to Jeremy and Emily, who now have a new baby boy, Ethan Robert, weighing in at a respectable 5 lbs. 3 oz.

Tonight I interviewed a new guy at the B&N. He was pretty nervous (so was I. I haven't done this much. Luckily Cindy sat in on the interview and chatted everybody up.), but I think he'll be fine. Very nice, polite, seems reliable.

Tomorrow I unexpectedly have the day off, because Elizabeth's Dad is having surgery on Friday so she asked me to switch our days off. She and Patrick and FCW are, I believe, coming over here tomorrow night to drink some Guinness and maybe play some games and fart and trash talk.

Jeannie's all done with her soup. We're going to drive our car in to the shop for an oil change and to get it checked out before we drive to Ohio and St. Louis. I'm getting sleepy.

Baby Mamma Drama

Jeremy at work's wife Emily could very well be at the hospital birthin' a baby right now. Isn't that exciting? It is exciting, because it will be fun to watch Jeremy be a daddy. But sad because once he's a daddy he won't work at the Noble anymore.

Jeannie and I met up with D. Calloway and his ladyfriend, Lisa, this evening after work. We met at One World Cafe and chatted and had some onion-y nachos. I think "nachos" should actually be spelled "natchos". Wouldn't it be better? I also think it would be better if "pizza" was pronounced with a short 'i' sound and a softer 'z' sound, so that it rhymed with fizz-ah.

I have been skimming through 'Infinite Jest' recently, because P. Kilpatrick might still be reading it, and our friend Chris is reading it, so my interest has been re-aroused. Jeez it's a good book. I'm making so many new connections in it, and I feel like I'm so close to a 'unified theory' regarding IJ, but there's still so many questions I have....

I'm sleepy.

Another blog day.

Today was a little sucky, just because it turned out different than I expected and I worked a longer day than I thought I would. But other than that, it wasn't too bad.

I miss Rich's blog.

I always enjoy it whenever Eric's sister Amy posts a new blog. She's such a good writer that even though I don't know her very well, I always enjoy reading what she's writing.

Because I can, and because this is a blog, and because you have no choice but to read it, I will now write about what I was doing 5 years ago, on Sept. 11, 2001:

I was living in St. Louis at the time, but happened to be visiting Baltimore, and I was actually scheduled to be flying back to St. Louis later in the afternoon. The flight was cancelled, of course. I was staying with BJ and Pat at their 12th floor apartment in the Marylander at St. Paul and University Parkway, just up the street from where I live now. The night before there had been a fire just down their hallway, and the whole building had been evacuated.
BJ had gone into work at CSC relatively early that morning, and I woke up to the sound of him leaving a message on the answering machine: (spoken in typical loud-nasal BJ voice) "Uh, hi guys, it's BJ. I was just calling to see if you guys were up because there's been some strange things happening, uh, terrorist activity, and I don't know if Dan's going to be able to get out of Baltimore. I wanted to see if you guys were up. Talk to you later." Or something to that effect. I remember him mentioning terrorist activity and thinking to myself, "What in the fuck is he talking about?" So I turned on the TV and saw what was happening and went in to Pat's room to wake him up, and I distinctly remember him laying naked on his bed and seeing his big ol' Pat-ass sticking up in the air. I don't remember if I woke him up or not.

The rest of the day was spent figuring out how to get me back to St. Louis relatively quickly, since all the flights were cancelled. A strange set of coincidences occured and it ended up that BJ had to drive to Texas to replace an actor that was on tour, so it was decided that he would leave for Texas that afternoon, stop in St. Louis to drop me off and stay at my apartment for a few hours of sleep, and then continue on to Texas the next day. So BJ and I left Baltimore at around 2 in the afternoon, and it took a hell of a long time to get out of the city, and we drove halfway across the country in Heidi and Ian's Pathfinder, listening mostly to NPR when we got a good signal (I remember a news story about members of Congress standing outside the Capital singing, 'God Bless America' or something like that and thinking that that was a strange thing to do), and pulled into St. Louis at around 5 in the morning. It was a very surreal day.




Right now I'm waiting for Jeannie to get home so we can eats us some dinner. I just had 2 pickles, one baby sweet and one bread-and-butter. I would like to have a beer tonight but don't know if I should. The other day on my day off I got out my recording equipment and did some recording that I was initially excited about but then it all got too convoluted and muddy and I erased it all. Elizabeth called out from work today.

A Pleasant Surprise

Tonight Jeannie and I decided to go out for dinner, so we went out walking, and the first couple of places that we went by were closed, and we were walking back to Rocky Run when we ran into our friend Katie and her sister Alice, who were also out looking for someplace to eat. So we decided to have dinner together and it was a good time.

One of my favorite things about Charles Village so far has been running into people while we're out on walks. It's such a nice thing to unexpectedly have dinner with friends...

Work is boring!

Crystal Ball

Another boring work week is upon me. Not much to look forward to until Friday, when I have the day off and our friend Gena comes into town for her visit.

This week the plan is to interview some folks for the B&N. Hopefully I'll find some good people, because a girl that was supposed to be transferring in to our store is no longer transferring in, and I've got people leaving in the next couple of weeks that I need to replace...such are the troubles of the lowly music manager.

Is that how 'lowly' is spelled? It looks funny.

Jeez, I can't wait to go to Ohio. It's looking like we'll be leaving either the night of Friday the 22nd or the morning of the 23rd. Woo-Hoo! A long drive with my Jeannie with friends at the end! Is there a better thing on Earth? I think not...