I've been pondering a few freelance story ideas to try to sell to magazines lately. But today I decided that I didn't really want to do that. It'd just be to get something published, to get my name out there. I wouldn't really enjoy writing any of the things that I'd pitch. I don't want to start a trend of doing a bunch of writing that I really have no interest in. Outside of school, anyway.
Anyhow, i had a little party on Saturday, to celebrate the Jed moving in/Alice moving out. Attendance was sparse for the most part, with I think a total of maybe 15 people present at the most. I had fun though. Earlier in the day, Jed called Jason Larson, our friend from college, who, like Rick, pioneered many of the speech patterns and expressions that we so commonly use today. More than Jason, it think. So it was cool seeing him. I spent a lot of the time trying to play the good host, so I didn't get to really talk to anybody too much. That was unfortunate, because I was using the party as research for an article. So that didn't happen. But after about half the people left, I found James in my room playing the guitar, so I joined him. That was easily the highlight of the weekend, maybe of my year. It was really invigorating. James' friend Dierdre played makeshift percussion instruments, and Jen sang a little, and the whole thing came together really well. I felt somewhat guilty leaving PFC Kathy out in the living room, but at that point I just wanted to enjoy myself. I hadn't played with James in a long time, and I forgot how much i enjoyed it. I think we work really well together. Back in the Underpants Cowboy days, I think people told us that a lot. Dierdre mentioned something about that on saturday. Our guitar work is pretty different I think, but they go together well. So after kathy and Jason left, we resumed playing. The really cool thing about it was even though I knew I had all this stupid shit to take care of before I leave for France, even though I knew there'd be all sorts of pressure come Sunday, I just couldn't be in a bad mood. I really can't remember the last time I was so content that nothing could spoil it.
So now I really miss playing music again. We played almost every song that we all knew. Including those old 'Pants favorites that James is usually so reluctant to play. James played an open-mic night earlier that evening, a three-song set, and they invited him to play for an hour next monday. Unfortunately, I'll be in France at that point. I woulda like to have seen it, or maybe even played with him a bit. And, of course, I'm doing my final project this semester largely on him, so i need to do some "research" at some point.
Anyhow, much reading/writing/rithmetic to do...
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