Cheese Grits and Cry Me a RiverSo I went out brunching this weekend with my girlfriends (note that I actually hang out with girlfriends in TN), and we got a whole mess of food. Pancakes, hashbrowns, eggs, toast, and cheese grits. I'm slowly developing an irrational love for cheese grits. They're just so damn tasty! But over these delicious breakfast foods, one of my friends got upset about some of the events of the weekend, and as a result started to cry, which prompted girlfriend #2 to cry as well. This is something difficult for me to take. Not only was it a bad situation, but when everyone starts falling apart, I've got to try to hold it together. So as I walk girlfriend #1 to her car, she gets upset again, and so in efforts to make things better, I make her climb through this giant sculpture / jungle-gym looking thing. And then I pulled out all the stops when I turned my Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer sock into a sock puppet, making it say, "sock puppets make everything better!"* But this wasn't the last time a friend would cry that day. I was playing a show in M-boro, and it was at the WORST house party ever. I mean truly terrible. Lucky for me, B. joined me so I wasn't entirely in hell. Too many drunk people having loud and vapid conversations, and bad art on the wall. At least I renamed one of the pieces from
Friendship Cove to
Friendship Cave. That momentarily made the situation better. Anyway, right before we were to play, Casey's endpin broke, and lots of other things were going on, and she started crying. And in all of these cases, there was nothing that I could do. It's a terrible feeling to know that a friend's hurting, and there's nothing you can do to help. And the show itself I guess was okay...aside from loud drunk people and not being mic-ed or anything like that. I swear, I'll never play there again!
Hope y'all had better weekends -
*(Yes I was wearing Christmas socks in February.)
