go home hippie digest, go home

So, something probably happened to me in the last 9 days or so. I shared an awkward banana eating moment at work, though I kinda made it awkward for fun. We finally went to the Olive Garden, and it did not disappoint. I met a dude who's developing a computer music software plugin. That was rad. Matty had his birthday party, and I feel like I contributed to elevating the status of the party to epic.

Stina was in a "let's get rid of shit" mood. I was fine with that. One afternoon I found a couple years worth of relix (my hippy magazine) in the recycle bin. I took them out, and gave them a stern talking to, but it was a ceremonial gesture. But we had waaay too many Playboys. So Matty got a couple years of playboy along with the group gift of Guitar Hero 2. Let me illustrate the epicness of this party:



Notice everyone is either engaged in the video game or the Playboys.

Rock.

Woah - here's something new - I'm pretty consumed with my music. I had Sean Lehe, fucking BADASS guitar player back over on Monday. He had spent 8 hrs in the studio, and then came over to throw down. Which, amazingly, he did. Cello Steve came back for round 2 tonight. Recording acoustic instruments is so much harder then electric guitars.

I'm playing a "gig" at tomorrow night at PlayBar. There's an organized laptop music thingy most Wednesdays at a bar downtown, where peeps sign up for 45 slots. I'm gonna play a set at 10:15. After playing two over two hour gigs, this seems like cake. And I like cake.