Thanks Jilli!

Skippity-skipping because I'm feeling weird lately.

I was extremely bitchy this morning. To reward me for my artistic fit-pitching, Daniel got me a prezzie while I was at work: Lindt Extra Fine Thin choccies, cocoa content of 85%. That's some serious, serious dark chocolate. The nutritional information says 15 pieces to a serving, 8 grams of carb (2 g. fiber). I defy anyone to eat more than 2 pieces in a sitting.

When he picked me up after work, Daniel presented me with the box of chocolates, which he had lovingly wrapped in salmon colored paper and made a bow to match. It was so sweet (the present, not the chocolate). Then I made him take me to the store where he got it, so I could buy 4 more boxes.

Later as we were driving around not entirely aimlessly, we passed a state trouper's car which had pulled up along side of a local police car. Daniel commented, "Communicating without their radios."

I then said, "Damn the Buffistas, I just slashed 'em."

I'm sorry about your dad, Spidra. I hope the surgery goes well and he pays attention to his doctor(s). {{{Spidra}}}

Back from Smiths dancing.

Juliana FLAKED OUT on us. She called JZ on her cellphone. The conversation went like this.

Juliana: I'm sorry. I'm so tired after this interview. I don't think I can go out.
JZ: Oh, you poor thing. Well, get some rest. Do you want to talk to David?
Juliana: Sure.
Me: You flake!
Juliana: I'm not a flake!
Me: You're totally a flake. You're a flake who flaked out and will go to bed tonight, sleep deeply and wake up in the morning to EAT A BOWL OF FLAKES!
JZ: ::taking the phone back:: I'm so sorry I put him on.

There are consequences to flaking out on me.

Still, we got to dance to "Big Mouth Strikes Again" (with hand gestures for the flames rising to the Roman nose and the melting walkman), and "Sheila Take A Bow" and others. Plus we saw Minnesota Buffista transplant, Bridget, who was working the door, and several of JZ's RenFaire friends.

So sorry about your dad, Spidra. My dad is one of those stupid stubborn guys, so I feel your pain. Healing-ma.

In meme news, I appear to be somewhat drunk off of a very big, very strong apple martini. Fingers no worky so well. Fun though. Yum apple martini.

In meme news, I appear to be somewhat drunk off of a very big, very strong apple martini. Fingers no worky so well. Fun though. Yum apple martini.

You should totally make one for me. Then we'll take phone-pictures of your new hair. Fun for the whole family.

Drew seems to think pictures of any kind are a bad idea right now. Spoilsport! Spoilsport eating Del Taco. Mmmm Del Taco.

Drew seems to think pictures of any kind are a bad idea right now.

Drew sucks! No pictures, no tacos! WTF?!?

Thanks, Kristin.

Apple Martini sounds good. You know what's really good and apple-y? Barcardi Apple. I bought that stuff when I was a little desperate for social lubricant in a neighborhood that only had liquor sto's and it's damned smooth and good. I wish Trader Joe's carried it.

I am dead tired. I've kept myself from napping today because I didn't want my blues to make me unproductive when I have so much to do. I was busy, but not terribly productive. I meant to learn all the lyrics for the gig. But I got sucked into all this internet research around the lyrics and time really disappeared. So here it is midnight and I'm a little better on some of the stuff but haven't done a full rehearsal yet. And I'm wiped.

I digitized a couple songs off of my LPs because either they're not downloadable from iTunes or they don't exist on CD yet and I need to give the better versions to my guitarist because they include the missing verses...

::falls unconscious onto keyboard and drools::

In his defense, he offered me tacos and I turned them down. I have only myself to blame for being Del Tacoless.

He has a shiny new phone with a camera he doesn't know how to work. Maybe he's just worried that his cell camera skills are sub par.