"...Cry about the simple hell people give other people - without even thinking."
"They're certainly entitled to think that, and they're entitled to full respect for their opinions," said Atticus, "but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience."
--- Harper Lee, "To Kill A Mockingbird" ---
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Un autre jour insignifiant dans la vie de...
I love how my friends feed my '80s addiction. Whether is blasting "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" in the car with the boys (and everyone singing along)... or just general discussion of the decade (from Day-Glo to Popples)... or the fact that when a friend of mine stumbled across a great '80s compilation, he knew exactly who to take it to for it to be truly appreciated (who else can name a Bobby Brown song after only a few seconds?) It's fabulous. Haha. I'm not sure if it's awesome or scary that I can name so many songs (and artists) after only hearing a few measures of music. You know you're truly a child of the '80s when you have not only one, but TWO songs on your computer by Exposé... and can describe the details of Rockwell's career. And, that's only the beginning of it. Those were just about the most obscure references that popped into my head at this moment.
Today, today... uhhhhh, a lot of the usual activities. Then, went to dinner with lots of people -- Brian, Aaron, Sami, Nash, and McKay. I've been having many more of those random outings with different groups. It's fun. It gives me the chance to switch it up a little. Anyway, we decided to try and do things like that more often. I got to add to my fortune cookie collection ("...in bed.") It's good to note: Mongolian Barbeque and Corona do not mix well. But, it just seemed so wacky that I had to try it. (And, I wanted a beer.) Next, I helped Amanda re-tape the floor plan in the studio. Jeff and I decided that we're going to go get tattoos together sometime. Finally, I tried to come home to relax a little, but ended up out with some other friends after a bit. Blah, blah, blah... this is why I don't usually list the minor details of my day.
First general notice of Brian's Birthday Week Blow-Out:
Monday - Cheeseburger in Paradise (Karaoke, under 21ers welcome and encouraged)
Tuesday - Nicky Blaine's, downtown (Martinis and Cigars)
Wednesday - The Vogue and Peppers, Broad Ripple (Retro night, $1 Bud & Bud Light Longnecks, $2 U-Calls)
Thursday - OP's ("Our Place"), 16th Street (where the boys come out to play... with the other boys)
Weekend (Friday or Saturday) - Vapor Lounge, 82nd Street (Amanda and Brian know more about this place, so I'll leave the details to them. But, it will be one of these nights.)
So, that's just the overview. Details will come together within the next week. Join us every night, or try to make plans to join us at least one of the nights. We're going to be having some good times. I tried to schedule based on drink specials, deals, and such, so none of us are breaking the bank by partying all week. But, keep in mind that nothing will really get going until about 10:30 or later on any of those nights, because of rehearsal.
Ummmmm... and, ce qui est fait n'est plus à faire. Demain il fera jour.
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"...Spare a little candle, save some light for me. Figures up ahead moving in the trees. White skin in linen, perfume on my wrist. And the full moon that hangs over these dreams in the mist. Darkness on the edge, shadows where I stand. I search for the time on a watch with no hands. I want to see you clearly, come closer than this. But all I remember are the dreams in the mist. These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life. These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside. Every moment I'm awake, the further I'm away. Is it cloak and dagger, could it be spring or fall? I walk without a cut through a stained glass wall. Weaker in my eyesight, the candle in my grip. And words that have no form are falling from my lips. These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life. These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside. Every moment I'm awake, the further I'm away. There's something out there, I can't resist. I need to hide away from the pain. There's something out there, I can't resist. The sweetest song is silence that I've ever heard. Funny how your feet, in dreams, never touch the earth. In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss. But the prince hides his face from dreams in the mist. These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life. These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside. Every moment I'm awake, the further I'm away. These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life. These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside. Every moment I'm awake, the further I'm away..."
--- Heart ---