I have finally gotten to go back to England, and now all I want to do is go home. It isn’t fair. I am stuck here by myself and I can’t even feel excited that I am up for and SDMA. Music does not kiss you goodnight. In fact, most of the time it kicks you in the face.
Today I told my sister Laura, brother-in-law David and my mom about my tour. I told them about how the coffee in the northwest is so much better… perfect foam, better taste, etc. When I mentioned the “amazing leaf art” that I experienced in Santa Cruz at the Abbey, I noticed that David and my mom had funny looks on their faces. “Don’t you know what leaf art is?” I asked. “Ohhhh! Leaf art!” they exclaimed. Both had heard “amazingly fart.”
I was on a lunch date the other day down in Ocean Beach on a lovely, sunny afternoon. My companion and I were telling stories… (Read on …)
I went out on a first date with a guy recently who talked (a lot) about wanting kids. Isn’t that a pretty well-known first date faux pas? Yikes.
I’m one of those people who doesn’t really enjoy the holiday season. Mostly, it’s the pressure of finding something cool to do. I always seem to choose people to hang out with who are going to flake on me. (Read on …)