Friday April 15 2011

Just after 2:30 p.m. waking up.

Breakfast: English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc.

Bank—errands.

Driving the packed station wagon—onward to Fredericksburg with Chris and Kal.

Chris is on a roll coming up with porno titles to popular movies. For example, Rambo becomes Rambone.

A Beavis and Butthead impersonation ensues for a long while.

Eating a Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Blueberry Yogurt.

Arriving at The Chidester House where a guy named Janus and his parents have been putting on shows here for about 2 years. It’s more spacious than it seems from the outside—a cute bungalow in suburbia Fredericksburg. An out of tune piano—misc paintings hung on the walls—a vibrant and positive energy in this place. A plethora of food set up in the kitchen by the mom.

Having some Pasta and Garlic Bread with Ginger Ale.

Listening to the first band, Think Big, and reclining on a spinning chair signing a letter in the guestbook for the house.

Performing our Musicplayer set—no PA system except for a mike running through a guitar amp, which didn’t sound half bad from what I hear.

Afterwards, talking with Janus’s dad about how important places like these are for the music/art community.

On the drive home—we find a Sheetz gas station. There’s no question about stopping.

Kal: “I love Sheetz!”

Eating a Cake Donut with Milk and a Banana.

Getting into an invigorating guy talk with Kal and Chris on topics ranging from marriage to fundamentalism to sex to the evolution of language.

Sharing some of Coast to Coast AM.

Dropping the guys off at their cars.

I have to rush to the storage unit to unload all the gear—all the while on the phone with the queen chatting about this and that. The subject of marriage pops up and the ideal timeline of when we were to elope if we were to. I try to explain that we still need to date for a while before any decision of engagement is made. Two months ago there was a lot of messy confusion on her end.

Her: “But I want to be with you.”

Me: “Baby, I know. And I want to be with you, too. I don’t think we’re ready to make that kind of step yet.” She’s so cute and full of romantic loveliness. I don’t have many reasons to not marry this girl. But…in time.

Stopping by the house—the kids are getting live on the porch. I ram right into the chaos and into my room to grab the clipboard and coin bin. The kids are clamoring to me to say hello and get their two cents in. I seriously feel like a father with little kids of my own constantly trying to grab my attention. There’s a reason why I call my new housemates and the friends associated with this house “kids”. It’s always playtime. It’s always livetime. And for me? It’s always worktime. Who needs kids when I have these kids?

Newspaper route.

Snacking on Salt n Vinegar Chips and a mini bag of Sun Chips Carmen gave to me yesterday.

I’m rushing to get the route done while the open lines of Coast to Coast entertain and enlighten me. After this I will have driven almost 400 miles today. I’m exhausted.

Back home—This place is a pigsty!

Walking by the ladder I can hear the sounds of sex in the attic.

Eating an Egg and a Carrot.

Sleep 7:30 a.m.