oui, partying faithfully

lately i've been thinking a lot more about work than i have for a while...it's a sunday and i actually have to go in. it's not that bad, really, but maybe it's because i've just started here a little over a month ago and i'm still having the pinch-me syndrome where it's half "i'm so lucky to be here" and half "oh my god they think i'm brilliant and now i have to prove it."  it's also ok to make mistakes, but my free passes are running out.

but first, some inspiration to kick off the day. i walk into my trusty coffeeshop around the corner and indulge myself with the ingredients for a peaceful, blissful, morning: americano (hot, seering hot), egg n' cheese n' tomato sandwich on toasted 9-grain, and W magazine.  I've realized how much i miss reading fashion mags, it's a bit of a luxury to be able to peruse one over coffee these days...and actually have it feel like a lazy sunday.

then was a full work day, albeit not as efficient as i had hoped.  i felt exhausted from playing a show on friday nite in danbury, connecticut, where we closed out the bar and didn't return to our rehearsal space until 4am.  partying like a rockstar? nay, more like....paying your dues as said "rockstar." loading and unloading your equipment, making sure nothing is stolen, playing far-out venues....oh but wait, i'm in a band. pinch.

definite funtimes ensued as the nite progressed...squatting on the side of the road for some much needed "relief"...sitting on the drummer's lap in the backseat with equipment jutting into our heads as we drove 2 hours in my tiny civic, being told there would be promoters at the show only to have 10 people in the whole venue (half of who worked there...um, and no promoters)....watching our bassist read aloud her beloved AVON copy in a magazine gracing the bar while screaming out profanities towards it in drunken stupor...and pulling out jammed $20 bills from the atm machine...i mean, really, the typical stuff that happens during a show.

a few hours of sleep later i headed into work...for another couple of hours. saturday nite was a blur...and somehow it became sunday. i must've been a zombie.

sunday was a repeat of saturday...and at 7pm i decided to leave work when my brain shut off...met with with dear friend/TPF bassist erica for a relaxing dinner of sushi and plum wine (the presentation of my plate was replete with dry ice...wow!). then mosied back to her apt to wind down. kitkats, music by Mew (dreamy angels, those Danish boys are), and our laptops. not much action, but just what i needed to sit back, let the brain go, and just listen.

and off to home i go....for a few hours of sleep before the crazy week begins. it's market week...fittings, linesheets, clothes clothes clothes.

it's nice to have a breather and remember the little things that keep you going...