richard has the best grin on the planet
Mar. 25th, 2009 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foxtongue"The music business is a cruel and shallow trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men lie like dogs. There is also the negative side."
I assumed, somewhat foolishly, that when Cansec was over, I'd get to rest, have a space to breathe. Apparently not. I just took a minute to chart out my next few weeks with a calendar in front of me and realized my weekends for the next month have already been assigned.
This weekend I'm going to the Juno's for work, bringing David along for his birthday. Next weekend, April 4-5, I'm going over to Victoria. The weekend after that, April 11-12, I'm going to be in Seattle ghosting Norwescon. The weekend after that, April 18-19, I'm again in Victoria with Ray, Nicole, and maybe Wayne to drop in on Esme and Nicholas, who has a gig. Then again the weekend after that, April 25-16, for his next gig, playing strip-club funk at Monty's, and, even more bizarrely, for the grand opening of the Victoria Lawn Bowling Club, which has apparently been completely taken over by oddball hacker friends who all wanted a shot at the Olympics and free downtown parking.
Given this sort of schedule, I'm not sure when I intend to eventually sleep. Perhaps when I'm dead. Or better, when I'm dancing. Mercy knows I need the exercise, given how erratically/oddly I've been eating. First there came the week of meat, then the weekend of ice-cream breakfasts topped with chocolate and raspberry liqueur. Nothing I would ever complain about, though I am beginning to forget what a vegetable looks like, except that now that I'm not continually on my feet, all I want to do is sort of laze around until my break down the door weekends, an option that, though attractive, will simply Not Do. So, given that I work nine to five, and Tuesdays are Secret Film School, who wants to go swimming?
you make me feel so happy, so real. you beautiful moment in my life, as we wrinkle in time, so let's stretch this thing out
-Hunter S. Thompson
I assumed, somewhat foolishly, that when Cansec was over, I'd get to rest, have a space to breathe. Apparently not. I just took a minute to chart out my next few weeks with a calendar in front of me and realized my weekends for the next month have already been assigned.
This weekend I'm going to the Juno's for work, bringing David along for his birthday. Next weekend, April 4-5, I'm going over to Victoria. The weekend after that, April 11-12, I'm going to be in Seattle ghosting Norwescon. The weekend after that, April 18-19, I'm again in Victoria with Ray, Nicole, and maybe Wayne to drop in on Esme and Nicholas, who has a gig. Then again the weekend after that, April 25-16, for his next gig, playing strip-club funk at Monty's, and, even more bizarrely, for the grand opening of the Victoria Lawn Bowling Club, which has apparently been completely taken over by oddball hacker friends who all wanted a shot at the Olympics and free downtown parking.
Given this sort of schedule, I'm not sure when I intend to eventually sleep. Perhaps when I'm dead. Or better, when I'm dancing. Mercy knows I need the exercise, given how erratically/oddly I've been eating. First there came the week of meat, then the weekend of ice-cream breakfasts topped with chocolate and raspberry liqueur. Nothing I would ever complain about, though I am beginning to forget what a vegetable looks like, except that now that I'm not continually on my feet, all I want to do is sort of laze around until my break down the door weekends, an option that, though attractive, will simply Not Do. So, given that I work nine to five, and Tuesdays are Secret Film School, who wants to go swimming?
you make me feel so happy, so real. you beautiful moment in my life, as we wrinkle in time, so let's stretch this thing out
