friday i woke up full of snuggle. this to me is a good sign. i am often the fidgety bed cat once awake and really need to get up within a short span of approximately 10 minutes after consciousness hits. but friday i was full of soft burrow in sorts of cuddleness. work was also a good thing. some of the [data embargo] seems to be clearing up and regardless my pms is leaving and my emotions are more like i like them. existing and present but not a rollercoaster of overwhelm.
onto the open mic which was full of so much win. kirya traber kicked 8 zillion kinds of literary asses. we all sang a good old fashioned happy birthday song to doppmonster
and i got to hug and squeeze on a whole passle of LJ folks. had brought my teeny accordion as sound effect music. fightingwords
then it was on the the mark growden curated 705 show. a cross cultural exchange between san francisco and santa rosa. whittles
was my uber charming date. unlike our last accordion show together she was a little more manly and i was a bit more girly. the exact swapping of gender performative fashion. and it wasn't even planned! le w00t. i think these were our tough faces.
the music at the show was so good. now its the next morning and i have no idea of anyone's name. sigh. but i am going to go dig up the show listing from somewhere and go get all itunes supportive. my legs and arms are full of ache from the stomping and the pounding and the clapping (damn rsi) and my road is rough like gravel roads from the yelling and singing along. mark of course was the awesome. here is a pic of him playing st. judas.
i got to get that teenage feeling back a few times with music all up in my chest and whittles
to gush at about it. mark played guitar, banjo, accordion, saxaphone and at one point, bicycle handlebars. mmm the haunting. other folks played cellos, standup bass, keyboards, guitars and like twelve more kinds of awesome. at one point there was a pink ruffly skirt, rapping, and beach balls. it was a strange and perfect combination. my throat got filled with metaphorical glitter.
something else sort of amazing. when you're at a show. if its the right show. when you should 'who has a sharpie' someone will just pull one out of their pocket for you. that did happen last night and so whittles was able to modify my tattoo as she has been threatening to do for a very long time.
that my friends needs to become a new LJ icon. seriously.
it was also a night of hats. i felt not left out with flowers in my hair (thank you for the duet ksea
) but sadly there was no cell phone documentation of the fabulous chapeaus.
it's kinda hard in a way to sum up the night. i got to be full of crazy burst fireworks of happy. i felt like i let the stress and ick of the week fall off in that way that seems very stereotypically 'office worker let's loose on TGIF!' But damn it was fun. last night i was full of words about it and today i am only half full and the words are clumsier than what the feelings were. i felt moved and impressed and in my own heart and loved. yea you know that was part of it. i got to see some friends and be out in the world and i have been so hermited lately, and hermited even when i am out. my heart was closed off even if i was out and about. last night i let myself be open again and felt easy and loose in my joints. even as i stomped them into sore jangly bits. it was as they say a good time. i plan to have it again. i need to pay attention to the signs. to myself. it's all about music these days. that's where this goodness is coming from. i have to make the time to invite more in. and later - i will be practicing - oh yes.
my choice sayings of the night:
satans got your nose
my heart attack tastes like fried milk
it's like eating the earth - in a good way