HOLY FUCKING SHIT I CAN'T BELIEVE WE DID IT!!!


I'm so proud of my country right now.

*is so crying*

Dear Honda,

That CR-V commercial where the cookie dough bakes in the oven and turns into the car? Does NOT make me want the car. It makes me want cookies.

Better luck next time.

Me

"You were our favorite! We loved the hot chick in the green shirt!"

That's what a complete stranger said to me last night. First time anyone has EVER called me the hot chick.

So yeah, I'm way into this whole rock star thing. Except that I'm not *really* a rock star. Feels like it, though.

Here's the deal: Last night was the second performance of "Bridge Over Troubled Water" (we're performing the whole Simon and Garfunkel album, plus a few other tunes, with as much of the original instrumentation as we could possibly muster). I'm playing keys, french horn, trombone and doing some backup vocals and aux. percussion (which are really just hand claps, but for "Cecelia" it's pretty vital). I also bounce around on stage, dance, and generally help get the audience going.

It's pretty sweet. And the trick to making it all awesome? This little nugget of wisdom: "Don't ever form a band of people who play. Form a band of people you like to hang out with and learn to play together." No wonder these guys have been playing together for ten years and show no signs of slowing down soon. I can't believe how damn lucky I was to be brought into this little group.

This is SO the way to have a career as a musician. Screw union scale!

Okay flisters, I know there are coffee fiends out there. You know who you are. This is a message for YOU.

Muggsy's Beans

Best. Coffee. Ever. It's fresh, it's perfectly roasted, and lots of it is organic or Fair Trade Certified.

And Muggsy is one of my favorite people on the planet. I love him like family (anyone remember my character Zee from "The Hills Are Bare"? Totally based on this guy), and he's SO good at what he does.

So go. Buy coffee (cheaper than Starbucks or Caribou, and so, SOOOOO much better). Make your companies and offices join his office program so that you always have good coffee at work. Enjoy your buzzed state, and tell everyone you know.

The end.

I feel like such a bad cat mommy.

The poor baby was cowering in her litter box, hiding from me last night.

All I have to do is pick up her pain medication now, and she flees in terror. Damn you, cystitis! *pets poor, abused baby*

I has a discography!

Coming soon to iTunes: The George Maurer Jazz Group's newest album, "Sniff the Mitten" (and oh, the layers of dorkdum required to appreciate that title). Not that you'll be able to pick ME out of the group, but I play on "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch," "Ding Dong Merrily On High," "What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?" and "Someday at Christmas."

I'll let you know when it's released, because you should all go get it! And I say that in all seriousness. There are so many crappy Christmas albums out there, but these guys...well, they named their album "Sniff the Mitten," shouldn't that say something about the sense of humor they have? And the banter, oh the banter!! There's a track of them talking about George's Action Figure Mozart ("Take that, Beethoven! Pow! Pow!")

So it sounds like I have a potential oboe gig.

I don't play oboe. The woman who wants to hire me KNOWS I don't play oboe.

But it's in a year from now. Guess she figures I have time to learn.

Now I've got to get an instrument that doesn't suck.

I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

And quite frankly, some of you have things that I really wonder about:

Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.

Dear Fate,

Please to be leaving Minneapolis the fuck alone for a while, okay?

No love,
Me

Seriously, I had no business making it home last night. I don't mean I should have been dead in a ditch somewhere, but really, it's amazing that I didn't get stranded in one of the impromptu lakes that formed where roads had once been. I have The Little Car That Could, though, and I plowed through very, VERY deep water with only one close call.

Flash floods = no fun.