things that were cool about yesterday
I ran out of gas.
Friday (post-work):
Caltrain Pub Crawl with the co-workers. I missed the first stop, but caught up with them at the second and then went on to the third before turning back. They made it all the way to the end of line, stopping at two more bars along the way. But I had other plans.
All My Pretty Ones show at the Rockit Room with ODGS. I was running late, because of the pub crawl, so missed the first act (which I hear was a good'un). Did catch the second act, who were okay, but more memorable for the looks of the lead singer than the songs. The third/main act had the longest sound check ever. And no wonder: almost every one of the band members were playing multiple instruments (oboe, mandolin, drums, keyboard, upright bass, other keyboard, triangle, banjo, xylophone). They were quite charming. Don't know why I'd initially had the impression that they'd be all Debbie Downer.
Saturday:
A guy called in with a request during the radio show. And I actually got to play it, because I actually did manage to squeeze in some punk songs in the last hour. (Though I didn't play Jim Carroll's music, just a couple of spoken word tracks.) Of course, who knows if George was listening by then, since the previous 2 hours had been all electronic/ambient/industrial/noise rock type stuff.
After the show, I went to the gym and ran, then swam, then attended a pilates class.
After the gym, I went back home briefly. Should've napped, but didn't. And got out the door almost on time.
After leaving home, I went back to the station to run the board for a sports game. I was running late, and even later once i hit the traffic jam of people streaming in for the football game (which would follow the volleyball game). But I called in to the station and one of the engineers was there and said it was cool because he'd already set everything up.
The volleyball game ended early, but the guy who was to engineer the football game ran late, so i ended up staying late. But it turns out that my relief was the same guy who will validate my volunteer staffing hours. He already likes me, and I think I'll get more brownie points for hanging out and having everything ready for him when he got there. (The broadcasters knew I had to run so had given me leave to go as soon as I pressed play on their intro track.)
Left the station, picked up evilgrins, and rushed back to my house to meet Cousin C. We were all going to see Patton Oswalt.
Fortunately, my cousin had totally overslept, so was running late himself, so couldn't mock my tardiness. Fortunately, also, though we left behind schedule we did make it to the venue on time. A third fortunate fact is that Cousin C and evilgrins are both completely nuts, so I didn't have to try to initiate awkward conversations. Things might have gone just as smoothly if I weren't even there.
Sunday:
Dance performance at a local Art & Wine Festival. I got there late (notice a theme here?) but still early enough. Was not the best performance ever, for my part. But every lady in the troupe probably had the same feeling. And the other troupe, the ladies who'd invited us to join them, were the real stars of the show anyway, and they rocked. Also, Rodney came to this performance again. (He also attended the August show.) This time he remembered his camera, so we've got even more photos to use for posters or an eventual website.
After the August performance, I let Rodney know that one of the women in the troupe thought he was cute, but that I wouldn't tell him who. He pestered me about it for a while but my lips were sealed. He asked again yesterday and I said he could probably guess, but that I would neither confirm or deny. It was easy enough to figure out, since there was only one of my troupe mates who actually bounded up to him, proffered her hand, and gave a big smile while saying hello. Plus, she's the first one who spotted him when he arrived at the performance site. (If that girl didn't have a boyfriend, I'd guess she was a bit smitten.)
After the performance on Sunday, Queen B and I wandered around the fair a bit. Then finally sat down, which was a great relief because I was tired, sore, and over-dressed for the weather. Around that time, Queen B got a call from a woman she'd been emailing with via OKC. I don't think there's a love connection there, BUT the woman had just bought some deep-fried Oreos and swore she couldn't eat them all, so gave me two-thirds of them. They were so tasty. Not tasty enough to sell me on this woman's appropriateness as a potential partner for Queen B, but pretty darned tasty nevertheless.
After leaving the fair, Queen B drove me back to my car and i got to hear a story about folks she's been chatting with via AFF. I have a vague (completely self-generated) idea that I should be surprised that she's dived into that service. But I think I'm the one who told her about it, so, 'eh, whatever.'
- BUT I was just up the street from my house, so able to push the car back to it's parking space,
- AND it was 5:50am so I had plenty o time to resolve the problem,
- PLUS dad took that opportunity to check the other fluids and now I don't have to worry about the car overheating.
- BONUS: the reason I'd been headed out so early was that I was going to drop mom off at the gym. Knowing that my morning was going to be jam-packed with taking care of the car issue and picking her up from the gym motivated me to fly through the shower/dress/groom thing and I actually made it to work a few minutes early.
- BUT I made it for the second half, which was probably enough, since i was planning to go to yoga right afterward. Yoga turned out to be a more vigorous practice than usual (for Jochen).
- Got lots of compliments, and a free drink (I think), from a woman there who was quite fond of my singing. (My opinion, predictably enough, is that improvements are needed. But it was definitely better than my last outing. Partially because I mostly tried to stay within my range, i.e. no Heart songs. Partially because I had hard ciders rather than Diet Cokes, which, for some reason, seem to be pretty harsh on my throat.
Friday (post-work):
Caltrain Pub Crawl with the co-workers. I missed the first stop, but caught up with them at the second and then went on to the third before turning back. They made it all the way to the end of line, stopping at two more bars along the way. But I had other plans.
All My Pretty Ones show at the Rockit Room with ODGS. I was running late, because of the pub crawl, so missed the first act (which I hear was a good'un). Did catch the second act, who were okay, but more memorable for the looks of the lead singer than the songs. The third/main act had the longest sound check ever. And no wonder: almost every one of the band members were playing multiple instruments (oboe, mandolin, drums, keyboard, upright bass, other keyboard, triangle, banjo, xylophone). They were quite charming. Don't know why I'd initially had the impression that they'd be all Debbie Downer.
Saturday:
A guy called in with a request during the radio show. And I actually got to play it, because I actually did manage to squeeze in some punk songs in the last hour. (Though I didn't play Jim Carroll's music, just a couple of spoken word tracks.) Of course, who knows if George was listening by then, since the previous 2 hours had been all electronic/ambient/industrial/noise rock type stuff.
After the show, I went to the gym and ran, then swam, then attended a pilates class.
After the gym, I went back home briefly. Should've napped, but didn't. And got out the door almost on time.
After leaving home, I went back to the station to run the board for a sports game. I was running late, and even later once i hit the traffic jam of people streaming in for the football game (which would follow the volleyball game). But I called in to the station and one of the engineers was there and said it was cool because he'd already set everything up.
The volleyball game ended early, but the guy who was to engineer the football game ran late, so i ended up staying late. But it turns out that my relief was the same guy who will validate my volunteer staffing hours. He already likes me, and I think I'll get more brownie points for hanging out and having everything ready for him when he got there. (The broadcasters knew I had to run so had given me leave to go as soon as I pressed play on their intro track.)
Left the station, picked up evilgrins, and rushed back to my house to meet Cousin C. We were all going to see Patton Oswalt.
Fortunately, my cousin had totally overslept, so was running late himself, so couldn't mock my tardiness. Fortunately, also, though we left behind schedule we did make it to the venue on time. A third fortunate fact is that Cousin C and evilgrins are both completely nuts, so I didn't have to try to initiate awkward conversations. Things might have gone just as smoothly if I weren't even there.
Sunday:
Dance performance at a local Art & Wine Festival. I got there late (notice a theme here?) but still early enough. Was not the best performance ever, for my part. But every lady in the troupe probably had the same feeling. And the other troupe, the ladies who'd invited us to join them, were the real stars of the show anyway, and they rocked. Also, Rodney came to this performance again. (He also attended the August show.) This time he remembered his camera, so we've got even more photos to use for posters or an eventual website.
After the August performance, I let Rodney know that one of the women in the troupe thought he was cute, but that I wouldn't tell him who. He pestered me about it for a while but my lips were sealed. He asked again yesterday and I said he could probably guess, but that I would neither confirm or deny. It was easy enough to figure out, since there was only one of my troupe mates who actually bounded up to him, proffered her hand, and gave a big smile while saying hello. Plus, she's the first one who spotted him when he arrived at the performance site. (If that girl didn't have a boyfriend, I'd guess she was a bit smitten.)
After the performance on Sunday, Queen B and I wandered around the fair a bit. Then finally sat down, which was a great relief because I was tired, sore, and over-dressed for the weather. Around that time, Queen B got a call from a woman she'd been emailing with via OKC. I don't think there's a love connection there, BUT the woman had just bought some deep-fried Oreos and swore she couldn't eat them all, so gave me two-thirds of them. They were so tasty. Not tasty enough to sell me on this woman's appropriateness as a potential partner for Queen B, but pretty darned tasty nevertheless.
After leaving the fair, Queen B drove me back to my car and i got to hear a story about folks she's been chatting with via AFF. I have a vague (completely self-generated) idea that I should be surprised that she's dived into that service. But I think I'm the one who told her about it, so, 'eh, whatever.'