Lesbians and Disused Sofas
Howdy, stranger!
I just thought I'd send a greeting to see how you're doing.
Things on my end are peachy keen. Nothing too exciting to report. I'm still taking jazz lessons. I'm still playing with my old band, though we won't be playing another show until prolly late spring. I've been tentatively poking around Craigslist looking for new people to play with, but so far I've had nothing but a series of comically terrible misadventures that will make fun interludes in my memoirs when I'm 80.
I'm toying with the idea of starting my own project, but that kind of time/energy commitment might just drive me to drinking. Which, apparently, is a problem many people have, as my recent misadventures have indicated. One night a couple of weeks ago I had a chick attempting to force herself on me in my apartment. She failed miserably, not just because she wasn't quite my type, but because she couldn't get up off the carpet she'd landed on face first when her pants accidentally fell down. Her last words before the faceplant were "We should fuck". Seduction at its finest, especially coupled with the dingy mostly-white cotton underpants with a faded floral print that came into view when she lost her genuinely distressed jeans. Lucky for me, I was still light on my feet when she took her dive into oblivion.
So, think fast... how do you remove a debilitated/crazed/inibriated stranger from the floor of your apartment? Apparently you answer her ringing blackberry after she passes out and instruct the caller to come fetch. It worked. Her wife of 5 years came and fetched her. Thank GOD! I didn't think I could lift her on my own and it seemed strange to leave a perfectly good lesbian on the street corner outside my apartment like a disused sofa.
That's my favorite recent misadventure. What makes it even more delicious is that she's the younger sister of a famous musician, a musician I have buckets of respect for, and she spent a lot of our time together complaining that she just didn't understand why HE got to be famous when SHE had such great talent!
Anyways, I hope you're doing well and that you're weathering the holidays like a champ,
-Lady Luck
I just thought I'd send a greeting to see how you're doing.
Things on my end are peachy keen. Nothing too exciting to report. I'm still taking jazz lessons. I'm still playing with my old band, though we won't be playing another show until prolly late spring. I've been tentatively poking around Craigslist looking for new people to play with, but so far I've had nothing but a series of comically terrible misadventures that will make fun interludes in my memoirs when I'm 80.
I'm toying with the idea of starting my own project, but that kind of time/energy commitment might just drive me to drinking. Which, apparently, is a problem many people have, as my recent misadventures have indicated. One night a couple of weeks ago I had a chick attempting to force herself on me in my apartment. She failed miserably, not just because she wasn't quite my type, but because she couldn't get up off the carpet she'd landed on face first when her pants accidentally fell down. Her last words before the faceplant were "We should fuck". Seduction at its finest, especially coupled with the dingy mostly-white cotton underpants with a faded floral print that came into view when she lost her genuinely distressed jeans. Lucky for me, I was still light on my feet when she took her dive into oblivion.
So, think fast... how do you remove a debilitated/crazed/inibriated stranger from the floor of your apartment? Apparently you answer her ringing blackberry after she passes out and instruct the caller to come fetch. It worked. Her wife of 5 years came and fetched her. Thank GOD! I didn't think I could lift her on my own and it seemed strange to leave a perfectly good lesbian on the street corner outside my apartment like a disused sofa.
That's my favorite recent misadventure. What makes it even more delicious is that she's the younger sister of a famous musician, a musician I have buckets of respect for, and she spent a lot of our time together complaining that she just didn't understand why HE got to be famous when SHE had such great talent!
Anyways, I hope you're doing well and that you're weathering the holidays like a champ,
-Lady Luck