Purple Tinted Glasses

I keep having these days. You know, days where I wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something equally traumatizing.

Nothing feels right or sound right. Nothing seems appetizing except cold icing out the can. Coffee doesn’t help. I remember that twice this month I had to pull large sums of money from savings in order to keep up with the bills. I have no time to tend to my newly half empty house. People don’t listen when you ask them nicely for materials to make your life a little easier.

That and it causes me to post entries at work; which, I’m sure is a huge no-no. (My brain is pulsing trying to figure out the correct punctuation for this sentence.)

Then I remember, that there’s a dandy little song (I call it my “make me happy” song), performed by Clint Maedgen and Preservation Hall Jazz Band, featuring members of The New Orleans Bingo! Show and the New Orleans community, ALL filmed in one continuous shot throughout the French Quarter, which makes it just that much more awesome.

I give up.

I found myself, approximately two months after the get go, on my very first (technical) date with my “favorite boyfriend”. (Damnit, I haven’t written about the origin of that yet.)

We found ourselves eating dinner in a place I will go ahead and call “hoitey toiety” because I can’t remember the name of it. I ordered shrimp and then watched bread dance around the table, tempting me to eat it until the meal arrived.

Afterwards it was a hop on over to Le Chat Nior for a little BINGO! Show action. I had actually seen them once before at Jazz Fest, but technically, this was the first show I went to with the whole actual playing of BINGO and all. I was a mere O-62 away from being completely humiliated on stage. (Next time I’ll just cheat.)

I’ve been trying to find the words to best describe the show, and all I have to say to you askers is click on the link, check it out, listen well and GO SEE IT! I’ve resorted to passing my ipod around work so others may share in my joy.

I feel like a little kid, hoping one day that I can play VEVE LaROUX.

(I guess my titles aren’t making much sense lately.)

I want you to close your eyes for a moment and pretend. We have fast forwarded to Monday morning. You’ve had your cup of coffee, you’re checking email, you’re bummed that the weekend’s over. Happy Birthday Em!

Ok. Now we’re back to Sunday night and the LNK has just participated in a day full of brunches, music, sun, beer and crawfish bread. I’m wiped. The last stop of our Jazzfestifities was the New Orleans Bingo Show. I’m hooked. I can’t wait to go see them in a non-fest showing. My favorite part: Clint’s nifty little music maker (that sounds a little like bzzz bzz bzz bzzz bzzz bzz bzz bzzz…but much cooler, which I found out upon further investigation is some kind of child’s saw). Apparently, this outing will also require some kind of costuming, which makes me even more excited.

I just came to a recent revelation. Occasionally I will have to miss out on some things and it won’t be the end of the world. In fact, it will be much better for my mental and physical health. I’m sure the rest of the crew went on to do something fabulous. As for me, it was a hot shower, clean sheets, my laptop for a bit and then b-e-d. Hopefully before 10:30. I guess it depends on how much Harry Potter I want to make it through tonight.

On another note:
It was a week ago today that the black team took a hard loss to the white team in our championship bout (Spy vs. Spy). We were up most of the game and played our hearts out and worked together, but alas, the last couple of jams turned the tide and the white team beat us. Again. Except this time, they got to take home the golden skate.

It was this game that I received my first ever fish net rink rash. It was the coolest marking ever (and apparently “hot”). That is until I tried to go to sleep with an oozing bottom and a shot of pain to go with that. It’s much better now. I bet I’ll think twice about letting someone knock me ass first into the crowd next time.

What a wonderful feeling. To finish things, that is. I’m on a roll tonight.

So far I’ve managed to:

1. Balance my checkbook. I guess this isn’t that great of an accomplishment. I’ll just have to do it again in about 30 days. Though this was the first time this year I managed to make time for personal accounting.
2. Finish laundry. This one is even less valuable, seeing as how I will just have to do this again
in approximately 7 days. (For those of you who don’t know, I loathe laundry. Hate it. Wish it would just do itself or materialize.)

3. Watch the end of Arrested Development Season 2. So I guess this one doesn’t really qualify as finishing something to the end either. I still have season 3 to watch. But At least I can give Allen his dvds back.

4. Finish reading So Long and Thanks for All the Fish. Great little story, part of the larger, The Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide by one Mr. Douglas Adams. I also finished Young Zaphoid Plays it Safe (of the same Guide), but I guess that story was only 10 pages long. Yes, technically there is still one more book left, Mostly Harmless, but I must move on to bigger things for now.

I have been told to put my Hitchhiker’s journey on hold (yes, with only one book left) and move on immediately to none other than Harry Potter. I haven’t read book one yet. I guess it’s about time I give in to pop culture. I have a cheering section now (more like a rowdy crowd of secretaries, IT folks, and computer nerds – collectively, the LNK) urging me to read up.

The plan: Read book one. Watch movie one. Read book two. Watch… well you get the picture. I am to be prepared for the newest movie (I forget whether it’s 5 or 6 at this moment) before it reaches theaters.

I hear they’re easy reads. We should all know though, before The Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide, I was averaging > 1book a year. I started my little journey right after Mardi Gras. Maybe I’ll multi task this weekend and enjoy some Jazz Fest and some read fest at the same time.

For now, bed. I’m tired (even after my lovely mid-evening nap). If it weren’t for practice tomorrow, I’d sleep until noon.

Other things I’ve technically finished tonight: Left over sushi (from lunch), a glass of wine (but I didn’t finish the bottle… once again, guess it doesn’t count), the work week, and this blog.