In perusing the titles of my most recent blog entries, two things occur to me:
1) I have not written much about ME and that must be corrected
2) I wrote nothing about last week’s Democratic National Convention, except to again convey my love of one Dennis Kucinich. That may or may not change, depending on how I feel as I get farther in to this entry. I mean, the convention is now so last week.
My blonde sister’s husband (aka my brother in-law) is not doing well with his new, used kidney. It’s just a lot of not-fun stuff to write about, but suffice it to say that he has dealt with complication after complication since his transplant surgery. Initially, his kidney was doing well but he suffered through infections and other complications; now he is doing well otherwise but is showing signs of rejecting his new, used kidney. Then last week, he was felled with Congestive Heart Failure. He is home now and is doing better as far as that goes, but they are doing another biopsy on his kidney on Friday, which will determine their next step.
Last week was an eventful one, as far as nightlife and live music go. I was home on Tuesday night. That’s it. Perhaps by coincidence or maybe because he’s irritated and jealous over my absenteeism, the Old Man and I are not getting along very well right now.
On Wednesday, I actually spent the night at my parents’ place so I could take them to the airport at 4:00am (!!!!). Thursday night, I went to see my old Mocositos buddies Mike and Lou play a Tom Petty tribute set at the Liquid Lounge; then Mike played a solo set. Somewhere in there, I got up on “stage” (such as it is at the LL) with them and we managed to sandwich two Mocos’ songs in there. Plus, I sang an X song with Mike toward the end.
All sounds wonderful and fun right? Right…except for the fact that my redheaded sister and Mike’s bitch girlfriend caused some drama.
The short version is that Mike’s bitch girlfriend has a huge problem with me and always has. She generally goes out of her way to be rude and disrespectful toward me. On Thursday, my redheaded sister called her on it. But really, it was a whole lotta needless drama that I really didn’t want to know about and under normal circumstances would not have stuck around for, but I ill-advisedly offered to drive my redheaded sister home earlier in the evening…before she got so drunk and her judgment thus impaired.
Not that she said anything to the woman which wasn’t true. Mike’s bitch girlfriend is quite literally the most unpleasant person I have ever come across in my life. But, you know – other people’s issues are not my issues. She only makes herself look like an ass when she’s rude to me or talks shit about me, so who cares? Why my sister has to get her panties in a wad over every perceived slight is beyond me.
Anyway, what I care most about now is that I don’t know whether or not to contact Mike about the whole thing. We had kind of danced around the notion of starting to write songs together again, so I don’t really want to leave this incident hanging out there…and frankly, I don’t want him thinking I was any kind of instigator, cuz I had nothing to do with it. In fact, I had talked my redheaded sister out of confronting the bitch woman up until Mike called me up for that one last song…during which the proverbial hell broke loose.
*sigh*
I guess the whole concept of our ever writing songs together again is pretty much out of the question anyway, seeing as he now lives with his bitch girlfriend and I would never put myself in their house or anything like that.
Anyway, after seeing Mike Stinson on Monday, I saw him again Friday night, post Melissa Etheridge concert.
Somewhere along the line, I turned a corner and am now officially a stalker. In fact, if not for the turbulent waters at home right now, I would be inclined to go see him again tonight…and may actually go see him on Friday, cuz he’s playing in Long Beach (which isn’t quite as far away for me to drive).
Although I much preferred the Stinson-at-the-Cinema-Bar experience to the Etheridge-at-the-Greek-Theater experience, Melissa was good. She told the lovely and usually quite entertaining story of her life during the show. She played for almost three hours, all told. Her band is really good. And she played all of my favorite songs, whereas she only played, like, a handfull which made me cringe.
My friend Liz got hammered. I have never seen Liz drunk before (at least not when I was not even drunker). But when we ended up at the Cinema Bar (and I was driving, after all), she had four (or was it five?) shots of tequila and three beers within a span of like 2 hours.
Yikes.
My redheaded sister on Thursday, Liz on Friday – both of them slurring words and rambling incoherently all the way home.
Good times!
On Saturday, I slept…and slept some more…until it was time to go see some semi-friends band play in the OC. Well, at least I didn’t have far to drive. And I didn’t stay out too late. I was home by midnight, anyway.
I did have to work a little bit over the weekend, but not too much. And Number One Niece and her hubby moved home. I got to meet their little one, who is just the cutest, tiniest baby ever. He only weighs 10 lbs., although he is now six weeks old. He is fine now, but he had a bad case of Jaundice after birth and some issues gaining weight at first. But he’s adorable and it’s good to have them home. And they only live like five minutes away from me, so yay! J I get to baby-sit and teach the baby all the bad stuff like sticking his tongue out and burping inappropriately.
I do not think I shall tackle the convention or anything additional having to do with politics right now. Never fear, you know I shall do so – I just don’t want to get in to it at this moment. I still have work to do.
So that’s it for me now, kids.
ikss out.
PS: Have I mentioned how much I hate these supposed "improvements" Typepad has made to their new entry composition editor??? Cuz I really do...what's with the random changes in font in the middle of my entries? Changes which I now can not correct, no matter how many times I try? Why is it when I do go back in and attempt to make any changes to a post, all of my paragraph breaks disappear??? AARRRGGGHHH!!!!
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