leftovers

Last night I had the extreme pleasure of seeing "The Jill and Julia Show" which, while I don't think that's the actual official title, was what they referred to it as during the theme song. It was an amazing combination of music, monologues, and magic as Jill Sobule and Julia Sweeney took the stage together at Largo on Fairfax, just down the street from my apartment. I had never been there before, and in all honesty, I had always purposely avoided it due to their strict "no chattering" policy during performances and the dinner-reservation thing. As a "rock and roller" I'm not used to people eating while I'm performing (or eating while people are peforming), sitting at a table, and keeping my mouth shut during a show. In fact, I find it hard to watch a band and not be able to talk about the performance while it's going on, especially if I don't like the band. But in last night's case, and I'm assuming is usually the case...

No, I'm not sitting here at work daydreaming of Malibu or even Santa Monica. I just got back from lunch and I feel gross, I feel fat, and I'm thinking about going back on the South Beach diet. My boyfriend and I recenly joined a brand new gym, which just opened last Friday. We went on Friday to look around but as I've been busy all week (and hungover yesterday) I haven't actually been to workout yet. I have plans after work tonight, so I think tomorrow might be my first chance. I do know it's time for a change, to start eating more healthy and taking better care of my body. I only have less than a year of being in my "20's" left before I turn the big 3-0 next summer, and if I'm going to be 30 I'm at least going to be in shape.

The title is M E but if you say it out loud it's pronounced like "Emmy" which is what this entry is about; the annual Emmy awards put on by the Academy of Television Arts & Sciences, for whom my boyfriend has worked for a number of years. What that means for me is that I've attended the Emmy's for 4 years in a row now starting back in 2003. Even though the show is 3 hours long (at least) and I have to get there early, it always goes by very fast and the excitment of the evening is well worth it for me. After the show, we always get to go to the Governor's Ball which is my favorite part. To start from the beginning, we arrived around 3:30pm and I had my tux, which I bought last year for the Emmy's so that I wouldn't have to keep renting one every year, but I wanted to buy a new dress shirt. I stupidly left the pink tuxedo shirt that I wore last year in Dylan's car, then rode the shuttle bus to the shrine and walked over to the shopping cent...

Last night I still wasn't quite ready to help clean our apartment (it looks like a bomb went off ever since we got home from Iceland) but I did want to at least put my band equipment away since it was taking up a lot of room on the floor. I only use my flight case once in awhile so it goes back in the back of the closet. As long as I was putting it back in I decided to go through that side of the closet and see if I could clean anything out. I ended up going through 4 crates of records (vinyl, for you kids). After evaulating them all, I ended up with one full crate of dispensable ones that I decided I would take to Amoeba records. I packed the closet back up, and this morning loaded the crate into my trunk. At Amoeba, the kind man behind the counter told me I could get $83 in credit for the store, or $64 cash. I opted to go with the cash since I am wanting to buy a peripheral for my computer that would work with the Garageband program. I think it costs $150 or so , now I...

The last month has been a very exciting whirlwind of activity for me. Those who know me, know that I get very moody and bored when I'm not kept busy. Not to say I won't be moody and bored while busy but deep down, I'm much happier. It started about a month ago when my friend David arrived at LAX. I picked him up around 10:30 at night. David and I met through the True To Tiffany yahoo group, which sounds very cheesy. But your opinions aside, David and I became good friends and last February he came over from Scotland, along with the group's moderator Julia from England, for a Tiffany show at The Factory. I told him the next time he came back, just to stay with us rather than renting a hotel room, so he took me up on the offer when he decided to come over for San Diego pride, where Tiffany (and Shitting Glitter) would be performing. David stayed with us for 2 weeks, in the middle of the stay we all drove down to San Diego for the Pride festival. I even decided to ...

It's Monday, and on Wednesday I leave for Iceland. This is the first time for a lot of things: my band's first out-of-country show, the first time my brother or our lead singer has been out of the country (I think), and the first time I've been flown overseas for free (yay!). I haven't even started to pack and I'm freaking out a little. For the past two weeks, my boyfriend and I have been hosting a friend from Scotland and the entire time was very hectic, fun and crazy. But now it's back to "normal" if you can consider flying to Iceland to perform at Gay Pride normal. Since I rarely bitch (in print) about other bands, performers, promoters, or people in the music industry, I thought I'd at least let this one slip. Several months ago, at the insistence of someone who is a promoter, but more of a friend, I included "hi resolution" photos on our website for the media to download for use in magazines, flyers, etc... So why is it that l...

So It's been awhile since I've blogged here, and in the meantime I had been blogging on my MySpace page. Lately I've not felt like sharing my thoughts on MySpace for a myriad of reasons, which I don't even feel the need to go into here. It's probably obvious to anyone reading this. Alas I don't think I can actually go without blogging (withdrawal!) so I'm back here on blogspot. I can't promise that I'll blog here with any regularity but really, who cares? Some of the same problems that have plagued my already-overstimulated mind have been eating away at me again lately. One of them is my career/goals/plans for the future. I'm equal parts excited and frustrated with my current state-of-things. Some nights I lay in bed and dream of starting over, somewhere else, taking the knowledge I've gained out here in LA over the past few years and applying it to a new life in a new place. Other time I think that would be a waste of time and I'...