CSGL – Just Another Friday Night

Friday evening, Hepcat played with Flogging Molly at The Fox in Oakland.  It was my first time seeing a show there.   Kayphore came with me, and we spent a lot of the time during the opening act discussing our new band, what kind of band we want to be, and how we would like to get it off the ground.

However, before I had gone out on Friday, I had slipped into my I Don’t Give A Shit Attitude.   So I feel as though I may have some amends to make.

To the German girl who’s feet I absolutely clobbered while dancing to Hepcat – I’m really sorry.   I’m almost as sorry that I don’t speak a lick of German, and so couldn’t even express my regrets to you.

To all the people I wrote on – you’re probably realizing now that that was a medical grade marker that I was using.   I nicked it from the hospital when my dad had his surgery.   It’s not washing off is it?   Sorry about that.

To the guy who I made buy me that drink because he interrupted my conversation twice – your girlfriend didn’t seem to happy when she found us talking at the bar.   Sorry about that.    I hope you’re not in too much trouble.

To the guy I called “sweetheart” on the street – I don’t normally behave so informally towards strangers.   I’m sorry . ..  but seriously, call me.

Uh, and too anyone else who might have been offended or startled by my frankness, my verbal diarrhea, or my complete lack of any kind of internal censor, I apologize.

Just sayin’.

Life in The Crapper

Yeah, so I’m still waiting for my dad’s surgery next month, and at times, it seems like my whole life is just sort of hanging out waiting for that to be over.  I feel like I can’t really make any plans, because I don’t really know when I’ll be back to California.   Also, it’s just kind of put me in a foul mood, in general.

So then, last week, my Kayphore broke her face in a bicycle accident.   Like, she literally fell off of her bike and landed face first on the street.   She broke three teeth in the process and has to go through all this dental work now, not to mention the busted knees and black eyes.   So, I’ve been trying to do as much as I can for her, and been trying to think of ways to cheer her up, be there for her, and distract her.   It’s the least I can do after all the time’s she’s saved my ass.

But while all this is going on, I can’t genuinely say that everything sucks.  I mean, I do have my moments where I certainly feel that way, but then I also have moments where it’s the last thought on my mind.

This Saturday, I’m going to Reno with The Happy Couple.   I’m going to get a spa room all to myself and have a lovely soak.   Also probably going to spend a bit of time out on the town.   Life can’t suck too much with a cocktail, hand of blackjack, and a jacuzi, can it?

Also, there’s something very interesting going on at home.   We have a pair of house guests from Turkey.   They sort of ended up in California without anywhere to go, and ended up at our house.   It’s a long story that I don’t want to go into about how they got here.  Let’s just say it involves some employment policies involving visible tattoos.   It’s kind of fun, though, and the house definitely feels lively with them there.

And today is The Wiz’s birthday, and we’re all going to see Harry Potter.   This is despite the fact that I’ve never really seen the other movies and/or read the books.   I shall be quite lost and confused throughout.   But whatever, it’s her birthday and that’s what she wants to do.  When it was my birthday, and all I wanted to do was ignore it, they all obliged, after all.

Finally, there is a little cuteness being directed my way, and I can’t say that I mind.    But as you know, if you ask about it, I’ll only get dodgy, so don’t even think about it.

So yeah, that’s what I’ve got.  That’s what’s up.

I’m just sayin’.

CSGL – Random

Yeah, so remember what I was saying about leaving that door open.   About how you leave yourself open to the experiences of life, sometimes you get the good.   Sometimes you get the not so good.   And sometimes you get the just plain strange.

My weekend started out pretty good and normal.  Kayphore and I went out to see some bands and karaoke.   By the way, best karaoke performances of my life, and you missed them.   Anyway, it was all good.   And then . . .

Kayphore and I were kidnapped and held hostage by a Rockstar.   On accident.

At least, I hope it was an accident.  He’s a nice enough guy, and I don’t know that he would be trying to make me panic with a desire to fling myself down on the floor, kicking and flailing my arms while sobbing.  ”I . . . want . . . to . . . go . . . home!”

It was certainly the most interestingly random thing that’s happened to me in a long time.   And I can’t say that it was awful, but it was definitely not how I planned to spend that evening.   Any evening, really.

We finally made it out of there Saturday morning.

And that was just the start of my weekend.

Wowzer!

I Survived Pi

So, yesterday being 3.14, Kayphore decided that she would like to have some friends participate in a bit of healthy competition of baking, and have us bake and bring a pie to her place for sampling, conversation, and drinks.

I had never baked a pie in my life.    I decided I wanted to try a caramel apple pie.   And then, because I am an over-achiever, I also decided to make a banana chocolate cream.  Of course, I went the super cheating lazy route and I bought my pie crust.   If you take issue with that, well, all I can say is Suck It.

My Pies

I would definitely call this a learning experience.  If I had it to do over again, I would have used about half as much caramel in the caramel apple.   It was just way too gooey.   And I learned that when you’re making a pie with pudding, you only need the small box.   So, you know, good to know.

At any rate, there were a total of 10 different pies at the party, and I sampled them all.   I have to say, that was a bit rough on the system.    We weren’t even taking full slices, but about three slivers in, I was already full.

The Carnage

All in all, it was a very delicious day, but I’m glad that Pi only comes once per year.  I still have a bit of a headache.   I went to the gym this morning to try to help burn off some of those excess calories, too.

Oh, and I didn’t win any prizes, either.   Lame.

The Girls all Sugared Up

Pali Loves Pie

Kayphore Loves Pie

Zabba Loves Pie

Oh, but I did end up taking home a sock monster.  His name is Bob.  He’s my new companion.

Man my head hurts.

Just sayin’.

Crazy Single Girl Life – Let the Holidays Begin! The Struts at The Stork

Last Thursday, I kicked off the marathon of Holiday Festiveness!   The Struts were playing at a local dive, The Stork Club.   I picked up Kayphore, and we skipped off to the club, dodging cat calls along on the way.   (“You both know you’re damn sexy!”  YES!  Of course we do.)  We got there, bellied up to the bar to have a libation while the opening band warmed things up.

I was really hoping that Agent 99 and all her roommates would show up, and they did!!!   Also,  she brought us Strange Manor Christmas Volume 3 CDs.   I jumped up and down and shrieked at the top of my lungs in the middle of that bar and everyone, and I do mean Everyone, turned and stared at me.  I didn’t care.   I love those CDs.   They pretty much make the holidays for me.   

Anyway, soon The Struts took the stage.  I danced my ass off, and took some pictures, too.

 

We were having a blast; The Struts always put on a great show, and never fail to get me dancing.  When the band was done, Kayphore and I decided we should bail.  We didn’t want to stick around to see how dumb things could get.

“This party is Awesome.   Let’s get The Fuck outta here!”

That was a great way to kickoff the holiday shenanigans, dancing with good friends, and many giggles amongst the girls.   

Just sayin’.

Crazy Single Girl Life – 2 Wheels Edition

Last week, I mentioned in passing that I had joined a bike gang, which is a bit of an exaggeration.     I mean, can two people be considered a ‘gang’.  We’re more like a dynamic duo on wheels – two each.

It all started early in November when Kayphore was having car trouble.   She went out to get in her car, and it just wouldn’t start.  While it was in the shop, she decided that she needed an alternative form of transportation.     She mentioned to me that she would like to get a particular brand of bike that is sold through a shop nearer to my place than to hers.   Since I had also been thinking of acquiring a bike of my own,  I accompanied her to the shop.   I stood by and eavesdropped as she went through all the details of what she wanted on the bike, and how she was going to use the bike.   Her main objective was to have something that would make her seven mile commute and that she could attach everything she would need to it.   I watched as she selected the bike, lights, rack, locks, helmet, etc.   It really inspired me, and I wanted to get a bike of my very own, too.

But I had just dropped a grand on having every belt in my car replaced.  It was one of those things where it was just time.   I knew that I couldn’t drop any money on a bike then and there.   However, I knew I was going to have to come up with some cash.  I was so jealous watching Kayphore get fitted out.

Then, that week, my life got picked up and dropped on it’s head.    I  found myself confused and adrift and in need of . . . something.

So Kayphore hauled me to the bike shop, and I bit the bullet.  I got paid that week, too, so that helped.

HELLO Beautiful!

So, I’ve been riding to and from work every day,  about three miles each way.  And every chance we get, Kayphore make mundane trips to the pizza parlor or piano bar into excursions.     All of life has become an excuse to ride.   And while I do enjoy doing it alone, it’s even better with a friend.

Also, who knew being sore day in and day out could feel so wonderful.   Plus, if you could see my butt!!!!

It’s kind of funny how you can find something, quite by chance, that can make you so freaking happy.  Like, giggling your ass off and bellowing out “Jessie’s Girl” by Rick Springfield kind of happy.

Exactly how does this qualify as a “Crazy Single Girl” story?  Because I wouldn’t have done it a year ago, and because it’s something I’m doing for myself and with my friend.  Also, it reminds me just how free and independent I am, and why I love that more than anything in all the world now.

Just sayin’.

Crazy Single Girl Life – Kayphore’s Birthday Edition

 

So, last night was Kayphore’s birthday.   She wanted to go out to The City to see the former members of the Teenage Harlets play with various new groups.   So, we headed out to The Mission, and The Knockout.  

After filling Kayphore’s belly with some Mexican foods, we bellied up to the bar, and I bought her first Jack and Diet.   It was the first of many, as it should be, because it was her birthday and all. 

We sort of planted ourselves at the bar, for most of the night.   I, to be honest, was enjoying the company, and didn’t really spend much time paying close attention to the bands.  

It was actually an almost tame evening.   There wasn’t a lot of debauchery, other than Kayphore was appropriately sauced.    But regardless, I took a few photos.

 

The Birthday Girl

Quentin Sr. - Dig that Facial Hair!

What's This Here?

Quentin Sr. & Peabody

Us

We Were Saying "Cheeseburger"

Oh yeah . . . That Guy was there

We had a very good time, but as the designated Sober Sister, I was out very very late.   Why am I still awake?   I don’t know.

Why I *Heart* Kayphore?

A few months ago, at BFD, I spent some time with Kayphore. I had been acquainted with her for over a year, but I’d never really gotten the chance to just hang out with her. Then I was left to my own devices that day, not really knowing the folks around me too well, and I ended up spending most of a day with her. It pretty much changed my life.

Here are all the reasons why she’s completely awesome:

1. She ridiculously smart. A computer programmer by trade. She has a mind for numbers and all kinds of mathy goodness. I’ve watched her do Trig. It was breathtaking.
2. She’s hilarious. Many, many, many gerbil squeaking laughs have been inspired by her over the last few months, some at the wee hours in the morning when comedic value is enhanced. Also, she even thinks some of my lame jokes are funny too. “SOAP”
3. She’s got my back. She’s got martial arts skills and a very sharp knife that I know she would use them in my defense against any manner of creeps.
4. She’s freaking gorgeous.  (Even if I do take blurry photos)
5. She doesn’t think I’m a dork. She’s even willing to remind me of that fact as often as I need to hear it.
6. She’s an excellent listener, and has spent many hours with me going over the details of my very lame and sometimes nonsensical life.
7. She doesn’t make fun of me when I suck at playing video games.
8. She’s really good at video games.
9. She has a really excellent DVD collection, and has me over very frequently to introduce me to all the great movies I never knew I was missing out on.
10. She once had a car that she turned into a X-Wing!

So, those are all the reasons why it makes me very happy to call Kayphore my friend, and why I never got very upset about being left alone at BFD.

And now I’ll stop gushing.

I hope that this doesn’t embarrass her too much. And I hope that my other friends don’t think that I *heart* them any less. There’s enough of my nerdy admiration to go around, I promise.