Sunday, Sunday, Sunday…

So… after all that procrastination, I didn’t have to work at the club last night. Money wise… I’m bummed but overall… I feel pretty lighthearted about it. It just wasn’t really right for me. Plus, I walked into chaos…. the two guys that I normally worked with- well, one wasn’t even scheduled, and the other was stuck upstairs in the room that basically does zero business until summer (rumor has it) and truthfully, part of why I’d stuck it out was because of these two guys… they made it fun, and worthwhile to go in. Plus, we’d all worked in the same room together for awhile now, and had a basic rhythm down… which is necessary for that bar since the way it was designed was more for visual appeal then basic functionality. Anyway.. I walked in to not one new person, but 3 in that little tiny bar… not just new to my bar, but newer to the club too… so without further ado- I jumped ship. Like I said, the only reason I went in was A) I was scheduled and it was the responsible thing to do and B) baby wanted the money but after assessing the situation I decided it simply wasn’t worth it. Lots of hugs and good wishes ensued, and off I went. I headed over to the boyfriends house, which broke my little loving heart- since I got there and he’s so much more sick then when he left for work yesterday morning. Everything in my nature wants to wrap him up in a blanket and take care of him.. but I think he’s alot like me….. he’s a little toughie and just kinda wants to work through it without much fanfare. Ultimately the best thing for him is rest & space enough to get said rest. So I opted to stay at my apt last night, which was weird- since we haven’t really been apart in forever it feels like. It was the right thing to do though, since with him feeling so sick, the last thing he needed on his mind too was worrying about getting me sick. I’m getting ready to leave the apt soon, and head over to this yoga class that my gym offers… and I think after that I’ll check in with him and bring him some soup. I have to get a little nurturing and care in, otherwise I’ll feel like I’m just not doing my part. Is that selfish or just another case of the social upbringing my Grandmother instilled in me? Hmmm… bottom line is I just don’t want to him suffer. Ok what else? Well so far, I feel pretty good. I’ve got to find someplace to fix the tire that got a nail in it yesterday.. and the only downside to living in the South is that most likely, every useful place in town is probably closed. I’m worried about not being able to find a place, then having to drive out to my new job tomorrow. It’s farther then I’m used to driving and involves some highway driving… and I really.. REALLY don’t want to trek along on that spare. So after this, I’m back into research mode and hopefully finding a place that can repair my tire…. and put it back on. That’s one thing I’m going to insist my kids know…. how to change there oil, and fix a flat. I’ll worry less that way. I guess I should run… I get to have my second alloted cup of coffee now.. and then it’s on to decaf. Which actually… I don’t really mind. I’m surprised that I’ve been really healthy and holistic as easily as I’ve been lately. I want things like apples, cucumbers, etc lately….. so the lack of smoking and drinking hasn’t really been felt as such a huge loss. Plus, thankfully I got on the meds when I did… since I think having just gotten my thoughts stabilized (and my emotions) … has really helped me. Otherwise the influx of hormones into my system- would have had me really out of whack. It’s a new day… it’s a new life…

A little history at end of the video frenzy

Ok a little musical explanation”
1) Feeling Good: Nina Simone
Quite possibly one of my all time favorite songs. There’s something about the tone of this song that makes me feel something on a level that’s indescribable.

2) Come Monday: Jimmy Buffett
I have about a thousand albums by him. My Mom is a HUGE fan… and in fact… she dragged me to his concert when I was a crabby old age of 8. Most of my rock and roll influences stemmed from her. I grew up mostly with my grandparents, so I had a strong influence of the 50′s country and the 20′s-early 50′s big band/swing (and even some Polka and Bluegrass) since my grandfather, when growing up in New York, lived in a neighborhood that was only Italian and Polish. So he’s got quite a few polka reels. It was my grandfather that would tell me tales of back then, and about dancing and the like….. after he came home from work, or when he was driving me to school. But before I was old enough to even go to school, I spent my days with my grandmother (I must have been between 2-5 since Mom would have still been in the hospital) anyway.. we would get ready for Papa to come home from work, and be getting dinner ready, and while we were waiting for something to bake, cook, simmer or fry.. she would put on some swing/ big band.. and teach me how to swing dance right there in the kitchen. In fact, my grandparents would go dancing right up until Papa had his first stroke. Wily little things they are/ were. Anyway- what was my point… OH Jimmy Buffett… haha tangent.. yeah, Mom was really into the Kinks, New Riders of The Purple Sage, Jimmy Buffett etc… which you would think would be super cool.. and at times it really was.. but when your young and want to sleep past 7am in the morning on a Saturday.. to wake up to her singing Peanut Butter Conspiracy at the top of her lungs while vacuuming… was enough to drive you batty. Although, another side note for you… when we lived in LA, mom used to have a Fiat convertable… and she LOVED to drive that damn thing.. in fact, we drove it cross country TWICE. Which was actually pretty fun now that I think about it…. top down, she was still young… I think in her early 30′s and I was super young…. both of us had long black hair, driving that little fiat, with our little matching visors on hahaha.. hey.. visors are gay, I know.. but when your in a convertible, with the top down and really long hair.. you sacrifice cool points in exchange of saving hours of your time trying to untangle your hair. I will give her credit for this, since she had long hair too… she knew how to brush my hair without hurting me. Bonus. Anyway.. on Saturdays or Sundays.. when it was in the dead of the Los Angeles summer.. Mom would throw me in the Fiat.. usually against my wishes… since going for a drive is only fun if your the one driving OR you have control of the radio.. having zero power over either… means your just a passenger on someone else’s adventure. haha.. wait… tangent.. reeling in… sooooo, top down, visors back on, radio full blast with my favorite all time Jimmy Buffett song.. (Peanut Butter Conspiracy- I used to yell for her to play it all the time) cruising at break neck speed through Box Canyon. Alot of twisty, windy hills through out a canyon (hence the name- duh) being on the passenger side, I was forever faced with the side of the cliff… which was terrifying to say the least.. but I didn’t have much choice, just a lot prayers and an old school seat belt. Wow.. that was a bit more of a history lesson this I meant to give.. but Jimmy Buffett will always remind me of Box Canyon and LA. Song #4 (Rocky Raccoon) was on the mix tape she used to play through the Canyon.. so that’s why it’s slapped up here.

3) A Well Respected Man: The Kinks
They will always and forever remind me of those mornings being woken up with aforementioned vacuum cleaner.. mom stoned and singing at the top of her lungs. Hey, you can’t really hold that against her… she was having a damn fine time there vacuuming & singing. ha

5) The Mississippi Squirrel Revival: Ray Stevens
One of Papa’s favorite songs. He used to play in the kitchen when I was tiny, cause I LOVED to shimmy around to it.. giggle & clap my hands. He thought it was hilarious. So needless to say, he played it alot. The song still makes me feel good.

I’ve got about a thousand stories like this… and really, now- looking back, it’s no wonder that I’m so intimately involved with music..
Ok… gotta brush my teeth, and head to yoga. Later creeps. haha kidding