Frequent Citations

Am So A Rock'n' Roller

You don't believe I'm in a band? Here you go:

You Are a Chick Rocker!

You're living proof that chicks can rock You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas And when you rock, you rock hard (Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

Cute guy groupies. I'm on it!

Bittersweet

We had a great gig last night - everyone was on, the band was tight, the crowd was dancing.

It's good to go out on a high note.

I'll miss it, though, being a rock and roll star. It's an excuse to wear fun outfits and stay out all night and generally have a great time. But you're right, I don't need an excuse to do any of that, do I?

Come to Fitzgeralds!

The band will be at Fitzgerald's tomorrow night. We're opening for the Joe Lanasa band.

Come on out and have a drink or three with me. This is probably my farewell gig, at least as a regular member of the band. TFL is pretty sure that law school is going to interfere with my rock star ways.

Let 'Em Roll, Boys, Let 'Em Roll

It was band rehearsal night last night, which generally means a lot of hard work, a lot of fun, and vast quantities of festive beverages.

We missed our fabulous and mad guitarist, Kris; he's AWOL somewhere in Mexico or Ireland or something like that, no doubt boozing it up as he finds all the best dives.

After putting in a few hours of work on our set list we headed out to see Vertigo. Their drummer, who is fantastic and my third favorite drummer in the world, happens to be a good friend of the Drum Babe.

Were you there? I was one of the trio of hot chicks dancing away. No, not that trio, the other one. Several shots and drinks and hours and whatnot later we ditched the bar and headed back to the Drum Babe's house. Well, the Drum Babe and I did, since everyone else had already left. Lightweights.

It just so happened that her husband and some of his friends were playing poker in the garage. We wandered back there for a night cap and what do you know? They dealt me in. Texas Hold 'Em, which is not my favorite, but what the hey -- it's poker!

I've been going through poker withdrawal. I used to be part of a regular game, but it fell apart at some point. Guys don't think about calling me when they're setting up a game because, you know, I'm not a guy. Anyway, I'm definitely hoping I can corrupt fool talk some of my future classmates into semi-regular games.

So it was a great night. Band practice, dancing and drinking, and a little poker to round off the evening. Or morning, really, since I got home at 3:30. Not sure why I bothered with the 2 hours of sleep.

Eh, a party tonight. I'll sleep next week.

Laissez les bon temp rouler, mes amis.

Come Down and See Me Sometime

Band rehearsal was last night. How is it that the drinking discussion sessions afterward last longer than the rehearsal itself? Then Kris got on the subject of Ralph Waldo Emerson and the travesty that is the naming of a local school... somewhere in the evening were in-depth explorations of the Catholic Church and a menage a trois... the TOPICS, not the actual things.

So I'm not at my most chipper today. No. However, by Saturday I will be all hot and sexy again recovered, so come down and see the band!

Rocking after Illinois

Saturday night Illinois thrashed Louisville and Code West played an awesome gig.

Too bad Michigan State couldn't make it a Big-10 final tonight, but they fell apart in the second half. Illinois looked great, as always this season, and I'm hoping for a classic game tonight. How many times has UNC been in the final? But it's Illinios' first time ever.  Go Illinois!

After the games we played and even though not enough people danced we sounded great. Yes we did. Looked great too. :)

It'll be a Party or Two

Don't forget to catch my band tomorrow at Doc's after the games. But next Saturday line up for this:

Singing in Churches and Bars

This is the first year in I-don't-know how long that I'm not singing in the church choir for Easter week. It's odd. I think I miss the ritual and the beautiful music and the challenge of learning some semi-impossible Bach piece, but I don't miss TFL grousing about how much time I'm spending away from him.  (Poor thing, he just misses me so.)

There was a time when I thought I would always sing in the choir, regardless of outside obligations. I sang in it when the squirts were little, when I was working full time, when I was in school and would study Greek while singing in Latin (or Latin while singing in Greek). Then one day I found that I just couldn't do it any more.

The reasons are complicated; suffice it to say it was time to set that part of my life aside for a while. I still sing with the band, but that is neither a substitute for singing in choir nor the reason why I left it. Somehow, singing in bars is just not the same as singing in church. The music is slightly different too.

I feel disconnected. There's an important chunk missing, yet I cannot retrieve it. Not now, maybe never, I don't know.

Maybe I'll go find some chocolate now. There's got to be some around here somewhere -- it's Easter tomorrow.

Happy Easter.

Soap Opera Digest

Today, on As FC Turns:

Will TFL be receiving a job offer? Where will the job be?

Will Citations be making a decision on where to go to law school? And will it be in the same town as TFL's job offer?

Will the East Coast Schools finally clue in and give her an answer, just to increase the agony of all around her?

Will Code West have a practice and, if so, how much drinking hard work will be involved?

Is GirlChild's ankle feeling better?

What was Boy's result in the Stupid IQ Test for his AP Psych class?

And more, so much more. Perhaps even Dogness will make a surprise appearance.

Tight Clothes and Lots of Liquor

Ah, band practice. It had been so long, I'd nearly forgotten what everyone looked like. We were all there Sunday afternoon, in fine form. Kelly the Drum Babe thought she wouldn't be drinking, but she was set straight after I mixed up a couple of Bloody Marys.

We were astonishingly productive, and actually got through a little more than half our set list for Friday night. There are some truly frightening moments, but you won't notice.

You are coming, right? Friday night. We'll start around 9:30.  C'mon, you know it's been 3 months since our last gig and you've missed us like crazy. But two of us had to go get married and [multiple lame excuses deleted]. Anyway, we're back. We missed you, you missed us, let's get together for a drink or four. There will be tight clothes (worn by the boys) and lots of liquor (drunk by the girls).