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No post in a while. I post now.
Last night I saw the Foo show... good stuff except when the whole band played and made the songs draggy because it was an acoustic show and apparently that means add people on obscure instruments and make the songs sound like Riverdance. Sometimes they got a little folky. But some songs were quite good, and the highlight was the encore with just Dave and his guitar on stage. That man has some boom in him. He just had a baby girl. He is cute talking about his kid. People having kids is weird. I never thought about Dave Grohl ever having a kid, and one of these days you people are going to have kids and that's even stranger to think about but I'm excited about being crazy Aunt Rochelle and freaking them out and buying them weird-ass tiny outfits, maybe little hoodies with little horns, that you'll have to dress them in so I won't be offended. It's going to be great. But no babies now.
I have had enough breakups of significance now to recognize definite patterns in myself. One of them being that I start to become the person I broke up with in a way to maybe replace them by embodying the things that I liked about them in myself. So I replace men I loved with me. Which is probably why I'm in love with myself. So anyway, I'm totally a gung-ho swing dancer now. I'm not super amazing yet but I catch on fast, and there are so many neat swing clubs in the bay area. My new favorite is this place called the Verdi Club in SF that looks like out of the 20s and has live swing bands on Tuesdays. There's a pretty young crowd that goes there. I went last Tuesday by myself and was scurred that I would be a wallflower and have no one to dance with, but the people there are very friendly and they loves them some dancing, so I had someone to dance with on every song. I feel like someday I will be pretty good and if I run into Damien we can have a dance off like Britney and Justin and he'll be like "OH! Slammed!" and I'll snap my fingers in his face and be like "Yeah, bitch! Who's yehoodi now?" and then run off with some guy in a zoot suit.
For now I try to balance sleep with fun with alertness at work. And google calendar is my lovechild.
Last night I saw the Foo show... good stuff except when the whole band played and made the songs draggy because it was an acoustic show and apparently that means add people on obscure instruments and make the songs sound like Riverdance. Sometimes they got a little folky. But some songs were quite good, and the highlight was the encore with just Dave and his guitar on stage. That man has some boom in him. He just had a baby girl. He is cute talking about his kid. People having kids is weird. I never thought about Dave Grohl ever having a kid, and one of these days you people are going to have kids and that's even stranger to think about but I'm excited about being crazy Aunt Rochelle and freaking them out and buying them weird-ass tiny outfits, maybe little hoodies with little horns, that you'll have to dress them in so I won't be offended. It's going to be great. But no babies now.
I have had enough breakups of significance now to recognize definite patterns in myself. One of them being that I start to become the person I broke up with in a way to maybe replace them by embodying the things that I liked about them in myself. So I replace men I loved with me. Which is probably why I'm in love with myself. So anyway, I'm totally a gung-ho swing dancer now. I'm not super amazing yet but I catch on fast, and there are so many neat swing clubs in the bay area. My new favorite is this place called the Verdi Club in SF that looks like out of the 20s and has live swing bands on Tuesdays. There's a pretty young crowd that goes there. I went last Tuesday by myself and was scurred that I would be a wallflower and have no one to dance with, but the people there are very friendly and they loves them some dancing, so I had someone to dance with on every song. I feel like someday I will be pretty good and if I run into Damien we can have a dance off like Britney and Justin and he'll be like "OH! Slammed!" and I'll snap my fingers in his face and be like "Yeah, bitch! Who's yehoodi now?" and then run off with some guy in a zoot suit.
For now I try to balance sleep with fun with alertness at work. And google calendar is my lovechild.