Just Another Thursday Night In Nashville

Tonight was a random good time. Went to some lofts (which were flippin' sweet) where J's friend was doing a set. I didn't really know what to expect...is it someones home? Is it a club? We got there and realized it was in someone's loft apt...this dude, who J & I decided is a closet wanna-be superstar musician, tricked out his pad with a ton of high class lights and set up a stage. He throws parties and invites a few select people to come and play. The dude who sang the song that goes, "this is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world", was there...and I gladly sang along. I don't remember his name, nor do I know the title of the song. It might be, "Story of A Girl". Yes, let's say that's what it is. At any rate, some other peeps sang some tunes and fun was had by all.

Next we went to the Bridge Bar, I think that's the name, where a few friends were schmoooooozing. Right when we walked into the bar, which is in a skyway btw and is pretty cool, we both felt gross and wanted to leave. Everyone was soooooooo fake and sleezy and it made me want to vomit. The women were fake and the men were creepsters, and it seemed as tho everyone was just out to kiss major butt. And if you couldn't do anything for them, they wanted nothing to do with ya. I have no idea who anyone was or what they did, and I did not give a crap. We literally said hi to the friends that were there and turned around and walked out without even saying bye. Hehehe that's one of the reasons I love J.

After venting about that joint the whole walk to the next bar, we were ready to let loose. (Not THAT loose tho...remember, we have to get up early to look at the house..) We walked up to the door of a place called Legends, and we were hit with the usual "HEY YA'LL!" by a chick sitting at the door. "hi, hi, yeah how are ya." We started walking past her when she whiped out her fancy clipboard and asked if we're on the guest list. No, BUT WE DIDN'T WANNA COME IN HERE ANYWAY!! :P So we proceeded to walk around the corner and noticed some tour buses outside the main lil' touristy bars so we went in a random one, which totally sucked, and we snuck out the back. We walked down the alley to The Stage, which we were at last week, and got right in. (The doorman always remembers J cause his driver's liscense picture is so funny...classic.) We walked in upstairs and J realized that Jamey Johnson is playing a free show! Shibby! He also noticed that half the people in the bar don't really give a crap cause they're too busy schmoooooozing. ::sigh:: so we decided to take advantage of this rare event and go down on the floor, where we ended up right in front. It was awesome. And totally free. I wished my sister could have been there to enjoy the rockin show. J & I tried to catch some guitar picks, but got trampled by some crazy drunk chicks. Ohh well, maybe next time.

P.S. The house is super cute and we're waiting til' Sunday to hear if we get to move in...which will be totally sweet, as the other 3 roomies seem to have banished us from their lives. I maintain that all of them need to get some lady friends to keep them entertained, but I think they fear change. If that's the case, they must be terrified of my presence.

Restless Leg Syndrome and Me

Tried to go to bed early again last night. But alas, we watched our new fave show, Ghost Adventures, until 3:30. Then my restless leg syndrome that I diagnosed myself kicked in and I was done for. I hardly got any sleep, and I'm sure I was driving J up the wall with my tossing and turning.

Today was pretty productive. We went and checked out some places to live and found a definite possibility...a cute little house in a sweet and happy part of town. We drove by and peeked in the windows like creepers and it looks promising. Nice wood floors and lots of character. And two extra bedrooms perfect for visitors!!! :) And I stepped in dog poo when we were checking out the huge backyard, so we decided that was a good omen. No clue why. Just roll with me on this one. We're meeting with the landlord dude tomorrow morning at 7:45. Yes, that's AM so we for sure better make it to bed at a decent time tonight. Which might be difficult as it is CRS week in Nashville. This means absolutely nothing to me, but it could somehow benefit J so we will prolly have to take advantage of it. CRS stands for Country Radio Seminar...and it's when lots of music industry peeps are in town and there are showcases and partaaayyyys everywhere so everyone can do their schmoooozing and networking. Maybe I should pose as J's manager so I can feel like I belong. Then again maybe not, cause I'd look like a deer in headlights if someone asked me anything. Maybe I'll be J's manager with a severe case of laryngitis. I think I could do that.

On a side note, whilst driving around aimlessly today looking for places to rent, we drove by an obnoxiously large and funny shaped building on top of a hill with a gate that read, Mt. Richmore. J thought maybe it belongs to John Rich from Big and Rich, cause he's heard that he's kind of a douche bag. We looked it up when we got home, and lo and behold, it belongs to him. His neighbors hate it cause it looks stupid on the hillside, and it has bright lights that annoy them. So they all banded together and pointed flashlights in his windows to prove a point. Amen to those people.

On The Way To Becoming Thousand-airs...

Wooohoooo my blog has 3 followers. This is exciting.

It snowed today...boooo! It didn't stick, but it was equally annoying. I vote that it go back up to 68 like it was on Sunday. And I'm sure my vote totally matters.

J & I were so productive today. We are gonna be internet marketing geniuses! We've made $135 so far. And once we figure it out we will RULE THE WORLD!!! I would try and explain further, but I can't. I literally can't because I have no idea what the heck we're doing. But me thinks we're on the right track. J fixed his other computer so the wireless internet works...which means we can geek around the world wide web simultaneously. And I can blog about him whenever and wherever I want. Woohoo I'm glad he knows how to fix stuff...cause I sure don't.

We've been trying to reset our sleep patterns lately...but it's not going very well. Staying up til 2 or 3 and sleeping til 11 or 12...eeeek! We try and go to bed early and set an alarm, but it never works...so right now, its 12:13am...we ate dinner at 10pm (seasoned chicken, teriyaki rice and green beans...YUMMY!), I just got outta the shower like a half hour ago, and now J is playing beautiful tunes on his guitar for me as I write. :) I'm wide awake and it totally feels like afternoon. Dang it.

I'm having a hard time without my friends...and I find that I'm resisting the thought of making new ones. I LOVE MY FRIENDS AND I DON'T WANT NEW ONES! Okay I'm done being a baby. For now. I'm always down to make new friends of course, but it sucks to have to wipe the slate clean and start over. It makes you feel like kind of a loser. J & I decided we need to go out and make some sweet new friends together...so at least I'll have a partner in loser crime. :)

I'm in some serious need of some girlfriend time...equipped with wine and lots of laughs and gossip. Not saying J isn't a good wine drinkin' partner-he's top notch, and we've discovered some yummy wines as of late. I just miss my ladies. And I'm sure he'd like to get rid of me for a few hours. I think I can be quite a handful. He wants to read my blog but I think he'll be bored...since we are together 24/7 he pretty much knows everything that goes on in my nerdy head. Hmmm. But that would mean I'd have 4 followers. And that puts me ahead of my sister in the follower dept. SOLD!

The Roof! The Roof! The Roof Is On FI-YAHH!

It was 68 degrees today. Amazing! Almost 70 degrees in February?! I dig it. Today was a typical Sunday. Laid around and didn't really do anything. It was the 3rd day in a row that we went on a walk, tho, so that felt nice. (And I didn't get harassed by the yippy dog either, like I did the other day. Little guy lunged at my leg! Eeek!). J made a fantastic pizza from scratch for dinner and it was so good and cheesy! Told you I lucked out. :)

Yesterday was 65 degrees. Also amazing. We were out and about running errands and driving with the windows down and not being cold! While slowly getting ready to go out for the evening, J heard a small boom, which, minutes later, was followed by sirens. Lots and lots of sirens. And more sirens. Getting closer. We decided we needed to investigate this. We walked out into the living room and it was slightly lit up red and flashing so we opened the door to what can only be described as smokey chaos and loud noises. We ran down the steps and into the yard, trying to guess what the HECK was happening, (car accident?! PLANE CRASH?!!), followed by me screaming at the top of my lungs, "THE NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!". I came to this conclusion when something bright and orange caused me to look up and back, instead of in the street where all the emergency vehicles were. (There were no less than 20...as far as we could see.) The flames were SHOOTING out of the roof of the house next door and there was smoke coming from every vent and every window. We ran around the house to the back yard, as to get a better view. Dozens of firemen were running around, climbing up on the roof. Fire alarms were going off left and right, it was NUTS! Thankfully, everyone made it out okay, minus the kitty cat, who they never found. (In my mind, he/she is still hiding in the house, scared to come out. Poor kitty.) It turns out the grandma who lives there fell asleep with a cig in her hand, and must have dropped it onto something extremely flammable, causing the minor explosion J heard. The house sustained "heavy damage", and does not look good. While walking by it today, the homeowners were sitting out on the front lawn...they were noticeably upset, and it seemed that they had been scrubbing and cleaning all morning. Wonder what they're gonna do? Very scary. SMOKING IS BAD!

Speaking of smoking, most of the bars here still allow it indoors. And as luck would have it, every one of the roomies (besides J and I) and almost everyone in the group of friends we hang with smokes. So which bars do you think we go to? You got it, the smoking ones. Hopefully it won't be so bad when it gets to be a little warmer, as I think most of the bars open their windows, or most have patios. But being stuck in a place with heavy heavy smoke in the air is not so fun. Especially when your eyes start to water and your clothes and hair start to stink. Yuck. We have to wash our pillow cases today cause they smell like an ashtray.

Right now J is in the basement writing songs with a friend. The stuff that they come up with is pretty amazing, so I'm excited to hear it. The rest of the roomies are out in the living room watching Olympic hockey and cheering very loudly. GO USA!

I had my first bout of homesickness last night. I miss my friends and my family and my bedroom and my cat. It's a weird adjustment. I'm excited to be in a new place and I'm so happy that I'm with J, I just wish I could have my friends and family here too. Why can't I have it all, dang it?! I know that once I make some friends of my own I'll feel better. It's just hard. And scary. And being unemployed doesn't really help. So much to do.

My Sister Made Me Do This...

I've been staring at the screen for a good 10 minutes trying to figure out what the heck to write about. So this is for you, sister. Hope it keeps you entertained at work.

I live with 4 boys. Thankfully the boy that I call mine is clean and smells good. Not saying that the other 3 are stinky or anything, but I think I lucked out. The boys don't seem to care if they spill eggs all over the stove and counter. I know this cause it stays there and taunts me every time I walk by. The other day when I was putting groceries away I had a mini nervous breakdown and took it out on the kitchen with a sponge and some Windex. The next morning it was dirty again.

So what's it like in Tennessee? The people are nice and the roads are narrow. There are lots of hills, and few basements. The streets are called Pikes (some of them at least) and I pretty much only know how to get to the nearest Kroger (it's a grocery store). Thank the lord for Mandy, my GPS. She yells sometimes, but she's a life saver. If it snows a 1/2 inch the whole town shuts down; schools are closed and so are lots of businesses. If I had a nickel for every time I heard someone cry about 2 inches of snow I'd have at least a buck. Pretty much everyone you meet is in the music business. So that's awesome for me, as I know nothing about it. I'm usually the one standing on the side smiling and nodding, like I have a clue what they're discussing. Oh, sure...yeah, he's awesome...yeah, that guitar pedal is sweet...ohh he used to play with so-and-so. I'm usually just enjoying the live tunes, having my own fun. Its sorta hard to jump into conversations when you are totally lost on the subject.

Last night J & I went to shoot some pool. I was totally impressed with my billiard skills...I only won 1 of 3 games, but I maintain that J won the first one by default, as I sunk the 8 ball. I was kickin' his booty and then totally failed. J stated that if our lives depended on our pool skills, we'd be screwed. Agreed. After pool we decided to walk over to Broadway (which is the main "drag" downtown where all the honky tonks, and most of the tourists, are). We passed the Wild Beaver Saloon...where a man stands outside the door with a megaphone and shouts things at you to get you to come in. It seemed to be working for him...there was a group of loud, drunk girls hassling him. No, thanks, we'll keep walking. We landed finally (after stopping in a few bars to check them out) at a bar called The Stage. It was pretty packed and there was a sweet cover band playing. The Lewis Copeland Band. The lead singer totally looked like a werewolf. He had a great voice, and their original music was pretty sweet. My fave, however, was when they played Callin' Baton Rouge by Garth Brooks. It brought back fond memories of dancing with my sis and making her laugh by rockin' out on my imaginary fiddle. The band also included a man playing a keytar. Awesome. He had a fauxhawk and was oddly short. One of the guitarists looked like he came right outta a Kiss tribute band. It was a strange brew of people, but they put on a good show. We had fun watching all of the "hyena's", as J calls them. Single dudes all grouped together scoping out the crowd looking for ladies to pounce on. Hilarious! I guess there are creep-o guys no matter what part of the country you live in. Dang it.