Eddie is my boyfriend
It's not as though I'd forgotten, but after last night's blow-out 3 1/2 hour concert-to-end-all-concert's, I find myself more enamored than ever. I love Eddie in a good mood, as well: he was hysterical last night! Pearl Jam reigns on in my heart.
In other news, I love (for all those who might have forgotten) Portland. So much. That city just flat-out kicks ass. The day we left, after 2 weeks of glorious weather, there was a stellar thunder storm which was almost more glorious. It brought out the most amazing and beautiful smells: the trees, green grass, etc. And it made one of my favorite breweries in NW a picture-perfect hangout for the afternoon. I also hit up (of course) Everyday Music, and was remarkably restrained in my purchases. I was quite impressed with myself.
My friend Jane wants me to move back and share a house with her. This is more tempting than words. Of course, aside from frequent singing gigs, I'd be going there jobless, and leaving my current job which has (although not permanent) serious perks: health insurance, among others. Also there's the simple fact that I will probably never in my life pay as little for rent as I am paying now. So I can't just pack up and leave, but there's been a good deal of mulling things over going on recently.
In the meantime, the singing was incredible, as was the company. Went to the coast with the elite gang again, and had even more fun, since I was more relaxed about the idea. You know you've hit on something great when you can be having a boozey and lovely conversation with one person on the front porch, and then, upon entering the house, find the topic of drunken conversation to be naming each person's top five favorite Byrd motets, followed by top five composers one would take with them if trapped on a desert island. It was awesome.
The downside was the now-seemingly obligatory family drama. Not family so much, as me v. parentals. It's frustrating to love and admire two people so much, only to find yourself in a near-constant stand-off of one kind or another when in close proximity. One the one hand, me living alone and out of the area (more or less) has, I think, led to wild and imagined ideas of what I do, whom I'm with, etc. (me liking living alone doesn't always seem to compute). On the other hand, I'm frank and honest when they ask pointed questions, which doensn't always result in the best dynamic during the following hours.
Anyway, I might've gone completely insane had I not been occupied with the rich music and eccentric and virtuosic people. As it was, I was glad to get back on my own schedule, but thoroughly miserable to leave the city.
But Eddie really is my boyfriend.
In other news, I love (for all those who might have forgotten) Portland. So much. That city just flat-out kicks ass. The day we left, after 2 weeks of glorious weather, there was a stellar thunder storm which was almost more glorious. It brought out the most amazing and beautiful smells: the trees, green grass, etc. And it made one of my favorite breweries in NW a picture-perfect hangout for the afternoon. I also hit up (of course) Everyday Music, and was remarkably restrained in my purchases. I was quite impressed with myself.
My friend Jane wants me to move back and share a house with her. This is more tempting than words. Of course, aside from frequent singing gigs, I'd be going there jobless, and leaving my current job which has (although not permanent) serious perks: health insurance, among others. Also there's the simple fact that I will probably never in my life pay as little for rent as I am paying now. So I can't just pack up and leave, but there's been a good deal of mulling things over going on recently.
In the meantime, the singing was incredible, as was the company. Went to the coast with the elite gang again, and had even more fun, since I was more relaxed about the idea. You know you've hit on something great when you can be having a boozey and lovely conversation with one person on the front porch, and then, upon entering the house, find the topic of drunken conversation to be naming each person's top five favorite Byrd motets, followed by top five composers one would take with them if trapped on a desert island. It was awesome.
The downside was the now-seemingly obligatory family drama. Not family so much, as me v. parentals. It's frustrating to love and admire two people so much, only to find yourself in a near-constant stand-off of one kind or another when in close proximity. One the one hand, me living alone and out of the area (more or less) has, I think, led to wild and imagined ideas of what I do, whom I'm with, etc. (me liking living alone doesn't always seem to compute). On the other hand, I'm frank and honest when they ask pointed questions, which doensn't always result in the best dynamic during the following hours.
Anyway, I might've gone completely insane had I not been occupied with the rich music and eccentric and virtuosic people. As it was, I was glad to get back on my own schedule, but thoroughly miserable to leave the city.
But Eddie really is my boyfriend.