Rip Van Winkle Saturday Night
Sun 9.9.06
A three tour swirl day. Begin at noon done by six. Pretty much size up the "take" before we begin. Play the show for 90 minutes. Pass go collect $200. Day done.
Now I deal with the fatigue at day's end. Come home and isolate. Not good choice. Friday I bussed in for the Rodeo event. Funny, I try to plug into Kenny for a chat and Rodeo review. He's not interested and don't hear from him. Woke up Sat and buzzed down to Coffee Bean on Westwood to bid good morning to Don before he attended his panel. That balances my head. Executive Dave pulled up in a yellow cab and joined us. Curious he travels about this way not sure if he actually own and operate a motor vehicle as I have never sen him in one. Not my business.
I turned in so early on Saturday I wonder if this is really heathy or escapist? Did manage to rest OK. For a couple weeks there Steve + I met for a movie, mmmmmwhat did we see? Oh yea, "World Trade Center". It sucked. Made for TV weeper.Then we met at Baja Bud for dinner and saw the Illusionist. That was fun. THen last week Sat mt w/ PJ to hang at Tiki Lounge and look at pretties like Ella Bama. Just felt to pooped last night.
Made it to Good Evening at All Saints. Saw Karin. She brought he tiny lap dog. Cute. But correct for a church service? Anything goes these days.We began to chat and she spilled wine on her lap as the dog acted up. A very young pretty in pig tails attracted me yet I could not catch her eye. Did she ignore me? Matters not. Life is often molecules functioning at different temperatures and I certainly have no control much less influence over them. Barry the minister sang a little tune he wrote which I found endearing as he has a soulful voice.
OK. So I slept thru 9 September Saturday night. Guess I needed the rest. Greased the the Big One. Da Card. What a bite. No wonder I get depressed over finances at times.
Gray morning. Sunday. Will probably drop by All Saints. Communion. Not really concerned with fellowship there anymore. It's all too perfunctory. It part of the set.I guess at some level I feel not part of due to no Desmond in tow as a parent. Or single as eligible bachelor at my age. It's the family service. I guess it heightens my identity crisis lacking one that's intact. My cross. I bear it. Rationale for attending church. A constant no matter what.
A three tour swirl day. Begin at noon done by six. Pretty much size up the "take" before we begin. Play the show for 90 minutes. Pass go collect $200. Day done.
Now I deal with the fatigue at day's end. Come home and isolate. Not good choice. Friday I bussed in for the Rodeo event. Funny, I try to plug into Kenny for a chat and Rodeo review. He's not interested and don't hear from him. Woke up Sat and buzzed down to Coffee Bean on Westwood to bid good morning to Don before he attended his panel. That balances my head. Executive Dave pulled up in a yellow cab and joined us. Curious he travels about this way not sure if he actually own and operate a motor vehicle as I have never sen him in one. Not my business.
I turned in so early on Saturday I wonder if this is really heathy or escapist? Did manage to rest OK. For a couple weeks there Steve + I met for a movie, mmmmmwhat did we see? Oh yea, "World Trade Center". It sucked. Made for TV weeper.Then we met at Baja Bud for dinner and saw the Illusionist. That was fun. THen last week Sat mt w/ PJ to hang at Tiki Lounge and look at pretties like Ella Bama. Just felt to pooped last night.
Made it to Good Evening at All Saints. Saw Karin. She brought he tiny lap dog. Cute. But correct for a church service? Anything goes these days.We began to chat and she spilled wine on her lap as the dog acted up. A very young pretty in pig tails attracted me yet I could not catch her eye. Did she ignore me? Matters not. Life is often molecules functioning at different temperatures and I certainly have no control much less influence over them. Barry the minister sang a little tune he wrote which I found endearing as he has a soulful voice.
OK. So I slept thru 9 September Saturday night. Guess I needed the rest. Greased the the Big One. Da Card. What a bite. No wonder I get depressed over finances at times.
Gray morning. Sunday. Will probably drop by All Saints. Communion. Not really concerned with fellowship there anymore. It's all too perfunctory. It part of the set.I guess at some level I feel not part of due to no Desmond in tow as a parent. Or single as eligible bachelor at my age. It's the family service. I guess it heightens my identity crisis lacking one that's intact. My cross. I bear it. Rationale for attending church. A constant no matter what.