As the days fly past will we lose our grasp
So here's what happened the rest of last week, as best i can remember:
Mary was still in her study. she's making the big bucks. seems like her study is going ok. she watches lots of movies, and some tv, and gets crappy meals provided for her. back on the homestead, i'm watching lots of movies, and some tv, and eating lots of crappy meals. and i'm not getting paid a damn thing.
Tuesday i met w/ a pretty important music manager in town. I was really excited with the anticipation that i might get a job in the music biz, working w/ an artist who i really like. unfortunately, the music manager didn't have any extra $$ in the budget. BUT he was really cool, and talked to me for over an hour and half, and offered me lots of suggestions of things to do, peole to call, etc, and he said i could kind of intern up there. and he said he could get me some free tix to shows. so i left w/ a pretty good feeling.
that night, i took him up on his offer and went to a show for free. that was cool.
(it's paying off already!).
i was riding high on tuesday w/ great free music, and w/ all the possibilities of things to do.
Wednesday i totally crashed. everything just got to be too overwhelming for me. too many decisions, too little money, too many uncertainties---- i could barely get off the couch. sometimes my head is crzy like that. the mind is a terrible thing to waste.
thursday was better though. a lot better. probably the funnest day i've had since i moved here. i went to intern for a little bit w/ the music manager. he invited me to go see a show w/ him that night of a new band that he was scouting out---a band that he said if he decided to manage, he would probably need me to help him w/ it. the band's influences, as listed on their webpage, were pretty impressive, and since i had absolutely nothing else to do, seemed like a good show to go see.
i rode w/ the manager to the show. we got there early to talk to the band. they were really cool. young folks--24 and 27. the guy actually lived in wimberley, which was cool. i talked w/ them for a long time. they had great taste in music---listening to tons of awesome stuff that not many people listen to these days. i was impressed already--i just hoped the music lived up to it. it did. it was great. check them out: www.myspace.com/thesidehillgougers.
the band had said they'd play a song for me. about halfway thru the show though, the manager said he had to go home. the band hadn't played me the song yet. it was still relatively early. i had nothing else to do. crap. i didn't want to go really, but didn't have a ride. the singer was from wimberley, but he was singing so i couldn't really ask him for a ride. crap. what to do....
the old chad would have played it safe.
the new, TX Chad risked it. i decided to stay. and hope to goodness that the singer was going home afterwards, and that he hadn't rode to town on a motorcycle.
the band played the song for me.
it was great.
they gave me a ride home.
they hadn't rode to town on motorcycles.
they invited me over to hang out.
we stayed up til 4am telling stories and drinking and listening to music.
it was a ton of fun. seriously.
i didn't even know it was 4.
we decided we could probably be friends.
i told them i needed to know right away though if they had been in prison, since my neighbors had been. i said it jokingly. they were both like 'umm..yeah..we've been to jail...you haven't?'.
oops.
they had been to jail. but it was only in for DIP, and some unpaid tix. not quite as glamorous as a double murder charge. i figured i could let it slide.
i slept in the next day.
don't think i did much at all since i was so tired.
saturday i drove to austin to drop off some items for mary. it was like a prison visit. she sat up in the window watching me and waved at me. it was kind of sad. maybe it was more like a visit to the pound, where you see the nice dogs, but can't take them home. i've never been on a prison visit.
then i drove FOREVER to a small town called Boerne (pronounced Bernie---i guess it's german or something). in a totally bizarro happenstance, i looked on the internet to find if this cool honkytonk singer named Chris Wall was playing anywhere. he was. for free, in Bernie. so i clicked on the festival. also at the fest, were my new friends the Sidehill Gougers. i figured i had to go. so i did. and it was a ton of fun. there was free beer and food for the band. the band said i could be their manager for the night. so free food and beer for me too. it rocked. free food and beer is good.
got home at about 1am from that.
tried to sleep in.
the Gus woke me up, as he likes to do.
i napped a lot on sunday.
i went over to their house in the afternoon for a bit and drank some beers and watched the river.
then i napped some more.
then i went to bed early.
the end.
and now we're finally up to date i think.
today is tuesday.
yesterday was monday.
nothing too exciting happened yesterday.
i'm running out of things to eat.
last night for supper i had a Szchuan noodle tv diner and a ham sandwich. (not together---noodles at 4, sandwich at 7). mary did remind me that there were potatoes under the sink, so that provided me w/ a couple meals.
the neighbor MK had a BBQ the other day and invited me over.
i'm trying to not hang out w/ him as much since he's a bit creepy, but free food is great, and i was SO looking fwd to eating a grilled hamburger.
there were onions in it.
so sad i was.
so sad.
i hate onions.
onions are evil.
the Gus loves to go over to MK's house for some reason.
he sprints over there.
sprints.
if you know the gus, you know that he's a slow movin outlaw.
we mosey around.
he'll sometimes jog for food.
but sprints over to MKs.
when we went over for the BBQ i asked him if he wanted to go over there and he took off, bounding thru the air--fast as he could. i haven't seen him run that fast in forever. unfortunately his eyesight is failing. i tried to warn him to slow down. the Gus sprinted right into a chair. he was unfazed though.
the crzy Gus.
sometimes he just wanders into MK's house now.
then i have to go over there.
yesterday the gus was out in the front yard, and i stepped inside for a second.
when i came back the gus was gone.
(this happens periodically, and even though it does, my heart always starts to race for a moment).
i noticed MK's porch door was open.
i figured i knew where the gus was.
sure enough.
so i had to go get him.
"want a beer" Mk asked.
(i always want a free beer by the way, FYI)
sure i said.
"help yourself".
i went to the fridge. there were no beers.
what the heck.
that's the second time i've been there when that happened.
now i won't complain, cuz its' free, and freeloaders take what they can get.
BUT if you're going to offer someone something, you should have it.
even if it is free.
if i see you down the road, you can give me a free beer.
i won't mind.
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