For a mere $45 there is a company that will patch me up and ship my ass home if I end up in the middle of a war or somesuch.

So that's nice.

Trudy, I met someone who got stuck in a war zone in Africa when she went to visit her brother in the Peace Corps. That might be a $45 well spent depending on where you're headed!

Morocco. It's deffinately the safest place in North Africa, but, you know, some of the neighbors get rowdy.

It also works if I just plain ol' get hit by a bus or something.

Cashmere - many of them were wearing 2010 National Champion sweatshirts. They are playing in Richmond tomorrow.

I'm at my dad's. Tucked in for the night. Tomorrow is BASEBALL and such.

Oh yeah, they totally had a coup when I was in Venezuela! It was awesome. I bumped into an AK-47. Attached to a soldier. That was some exciting times for my parents, I tell you what. I was perfectly happy, though.

So yeah, tonight we got started an hour and a half after call time. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. And I'm super glad that the SO was sick and didn't go, because he would have been furious. And if he'd been sick and there, there would have been blood.

So apparently the guy's daughter got sick, and they had to take her to the doctor's on the way. Which is fine. Stuff happens. But, as I told him when he was joking about it, call next time. It's a 3 1/2 hour drive from Phoenix, which means that there was plenty of time to let us know so that we weren't sitting in an empty auditorium for an hour and a half. This is the absolute busiest part of my year, and I had a ton of stuff I could have been doing.

And then rehearsal itself was wonky and there were some danger signs, like, he only thinks in guitar. So the lead sheets he'd given us needed to be transposed for the pianist on the fly because he was capo'ing. I would prefer it if she knew how to transpose it, but she doesn't, and he should have told her upfront it needed done and she could have taken the time to work it out. And he wasn't paying enough attention to her in rehearsal, so I had to do help her. And then she had to leave because he was so late, so she's all stressed out, and she has kids to put to bed.

And also he hauled in this huge Marshall stack, but then didn't use it, but then wanted to soundcheck it after we were all done. WTF? Are you seriously going to do all the stuff we just did with you on acoustic on electric for the show? And you didn't run it that way in rehearsal? Gee, do you think that might affect us any?

So because he was so late, we're starting rehearsal early tomorrow to try to make up for it. Which means I have to get there at 3:00 and will be there until probably 11:00. When I am going to eat, I don't know.

AND it's the first of two weeks where I'll be promoting CRASH Japan. If it were happening two weeks ago, like it was supposed to, it would be helpful and cathartic to me. As it is, I'm just angry and not expecting resolution. So I'll have to be running back and forth between that setup and the stage. Blargh.

Hm.

That was way more verbose than I'd meant to be. Sorry for the dump! If this were dreamwidth, I'd cut tag it.

Ugh, Liese, that sounds uberstressful.

Oh yeah, they totally had a coup when I was in Venezuela! It was awesome. I bumped into an AK-47. Attached to a soldier. That was some exciting times for my parents, I tell you what. I was perfectly happy, though.

My father used to go observing at a telescope down in Chile, and was there when the revolution broke out in 1973 with one of his grad students. They were pretty safe, stuck up on the mountain, and somehow they managed to get on one of the very first flights back to the US afterward. I have a very clear recollection of large numbers of very wealthy and well dressed americans coming off the plane, and then my dad and Eric, who looked like they hadn't shaved or showered in a couple of weeks.

Why is getting rid of al your doubt the key to some great power?

Faith relies on belief. You aren't going to be shown proof of whatever in the end. Granted, it is part of why I don't have that belief, but I understand how it is an intrinsic part.

I bumped into an AK-47.

I bumped into a Secret Service agent guarding Betty Ford once. He was not pleased with me but seemed pretty accepting that I was just that clumsy and not trying to get near her.

My soldier just grinned at me. He was very very young. But I didn't know that because I was even younger. But I still have a very clear sense memory of exactly how cold the weapon was. I went home and looked up what kind it had been.

Hi everyone. Um... No earthquakes here. (Is that a spoiler? Should I be whitefonting?) Unless I slept through them. Ryan at apocalyptic levels of cuteness, but that's not a particularly recent occurrence. Besides, everyone knows that it's my older brother procreating that was supposed to herald the beginning of hell on earth.

Liese, he didn't even call? Uggh. I hope he's just getting all his flakiness out now.

My roomate and I went to a protest in France in 1995, got bored, went to the grocery store, and suddenly found ourselves behind riot police shooting off tear gas grenades.

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