Hey.
Well, I phoned Coke back on friday and left a message I'd like to know the status of my application please. Blows chunks to be waiting waiting waiting.
Been learning some stuff to play for the open mic/jam sessions friday nights at sam's in northampton. Coupla Dan Bern songs. Last night I'm sitting on a high barstool waiting for the action to get underway and the pretty girl who played with us last week comes up to me and says she learned Pink (aerosmith song) so she could play along.
Dammit. Why does she have have broad shoulders and nice breasts and a flat tummy with an navel ring and a cute dorky demeanor and learn a song to play with me and be maybe just over half my age. Why couldn't she be twenty-seven or something.
So we played my two songs from last week. Pink and Ball and Chain by social distortion. I was pretty overwhelmed by the response from all the other musicians playing along with us. We rocked tha house basically. Imagine you were one of Aerosmith while they were playing Train kep' a Rollin on their unplugged show. Kind of like that. I was also on the verge of a panic attack being center stage while playing social distortion. I literally felt like I was having a heart attack and I thought I was going to fall out of my chair. Hopefully next time I'll feel calmer. I wasn't able to get to sleep until sometime after 4am, I was so pumped, or whatever the word would be.
Well, I got the pretty girl's email so we could bounce song possibilities off one another for next week. Still never have asked a girl for her phone number.
It's interesting that good and bad things kind of enhance one another. Having found something I really like to do I'm really worried about how my job situation will work out, whether I'll be able to continue doing it. Being 37 isn't all that big a deal unless you happen to run into a college undergrad who's really attractive and has common interests with you and at least doesn't hate you. Whatever. It's entirely possible that I could be using my age to whine about someone not being that into me who wouldn't be into me If I were her age. Sometimes I can't make a call like that when examining myself directly.
Today I ran into an old friend Whom I've not seen in almost ten years. Got his email too. It's nice to get back into life once again.
Well, I phoned Coke back on friday and left a message I'd like to know the status of my application please. Blows chunks to be waiting waiting waiting.
Been learning some stuff to play for the open mic/jam sessions friday nights at sam's in northampton. Coupla Dan Bern songs. Last night I'm sitting on a high barstool waiting for the action to get underway and the pretty girl who played with us last week comes up to me and says she learned Pink (aerosmith song) so she could play along.
Dammit. Why does she have have broad shoulders and nice breasts and a flat tummy with an navel ring and a cute dorky demeanor and learn a song to play with me and be maybe just over half my age. Why couldn't she be twenty-seven or something.
So we played my two songs from last week. Pink and Ball and Chain by social distortion. I was pretty overwhelmed by the response from all the other musicians playing along with us. We rocked tha house basically. Imagine you were one of Aerosmith while they were playing Train kep' a Rollin on their unplugged show. Kind of like that. I was also on the verge of a panic attack being center stage while playing social distortion. I literally felt like I was having a heart attack and I thought I was going to fall out of my chair. Hopefully next time I'll feel calmer. I wasn't able to get to sleep until sometime after 4am, I was so pumped, or whatever the word would be.
Well, I got the pretty girl's email so we could bounce song possibilities off one another for next week. Still never have asked a girl for her phone number.
It's interesting that good and bad things kind of enhance one another. Having found something I really like to do I'm really worried about how my job situation will work out, whether I'll be able to continue doing it. Being 37 isn't all that big a deal unless you happen to run into a college undergrad who's really attractive and has common interests with you and at least doesn't hate you. Whatever. It's entirely possible that I could be using my age to whine about someone not being that into me who wouldn't be into me If I were her age. Sometimes I can't make a call like that when examining myself directly.
Today I ran into an old friend Whom I've not seen in almost ten years. Got his email too. It's nice to get back into life once again.
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mneylu:
Sounds like things are picking up 
doherty:
Thank you honey. I appreciate it very much 