Last night’s Obscure References practice went nicely. Before Ken arrived, I played some drums while Z and Jack noodled. With Ken in-toe, we made an awful racket, and ended on a stunningly-loud and distorted blues jam, which left Z running out of the basement covering his ears. Success!
Nothing was recorded…for no reason…just because (see: laziness)
I drove to Allentown today. I was just there this past October, but a confluence of events (Marika calling a few days ago wondering if she’d get to see me before I move, plus my mother visiting her old college roommate who lives in Allentown) saw to it that I would once again traverse Interstate-78. The road is still under construction, six years later.
My first order of business upon entering town was to visit Double Decker, where I blew about one-quarter of my most recent unemployment check. Something tells me this is not how the state anticipates the unemployed using their bi-monthly checks, but I am no ordinary citizen. I do what I want with my unemployment money, even if it means starving for a few days at a time or staying in some weekends. Don’t laugh, it hurts. Really.
I met Marika at Panera (they should pay me for that free advertisement!) and we sat and chatted for about two hours about sundry topics, none of which are remotely important or interesting. It was a lot of travel stories, talk about the future, and a bunch of my own stupid conversation topics (ie. “Did I tell you the one about the guy I met on my trip who got in touch with my last week because I defamed him?” and “Ever since I started taking these vitamins, my piss comes out, like, neon yellow!”). I really have to commend her, I don’t think if I sat down across from myself I’d be able to survive a two-hour chat without standing up and leaving. What a terrible conversationalist am I. What a patient girl, she is.
The drive home was quiet. I caught the last forty-five minutes of Seven Second Delay, and thought about calling-in to ask for help faking my resume, but I’m sure there are souls out there who’s needs far exceed my own. I’m doing just fine right now. Happy, with ideas ever churning.
