bloggers unite

Friday night I went to the After Party for Laura's Blood Drive at Cole's and caught the last few songs from I See Hawks in L.A., which the LA Weekly states is "The finest cosmic cowboy music since the Burrito Brothers." If you missed them and want another shot they are playing again THIS Wednesday night. I think I may be stopping by after my show so once again I'll probably catch the last few songs but oh well...I'm trying! My little trained monkey, Jim, decided to surprise me by showing up at Cole's and gave me his free drink ticket because he decided to get stuck by a needle and doesn't drink beer. However he does drink other things that look but don't taste anything like Long Island Iced Teas....you had to be there. I met Adrienne Crew of L.A. Brain Terrain fame and we chatted briefly before she scattered off to go finish a looming deadline. Then Celia and I chatted bout the stupidity of boys, amongst other things while Jim sat and took it all in. Finally, I drove Jim the 2 blocks back to his pad even though he was willing to walk...those 2 blocks are a rough 2 blocks under the fall of night and I didn't want him to unwillingly be someone's bitch.

Yesterday I had a thought that I shared with the group and I'll share with you now. It occurred to me that I had spent a lot of time this weekend with my newfound blogger friends, silly me thinking my blogger friends were just more outgoing and proactive than non-blogger friends...Jim and Dave set me straight and said, at practically the same time..."we need inspiration, something to write about." I guess that kinda sums it up for me too but I just didn't realize it until yesterday. Regardless, I like my new blogger friends...even if I am merely a vessel for their inspiration.

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Comments

[Melinda]

Crap!!!! I had this marked down as THIS friday. It's official, I am LAME!

[jim]

don't think of yourself as a vessel for inspiration, think of yourself as a muse. and there's no merely about it.

and i know there is something tremendously clever i should say about my willingness to be someone's bitch, but it's just not coming to me. maybe i need to take back that muse stuff.

[shannon]

mindy - how can it be that i don't have your e-mail address...i'm perplexed...e-me when you get a chance.

jim - i'm shocked at your failure to come up with a witty response...maybe the heat is getting to you.

[your little trained monkey]

i know another piece of the puzzle to making a clever remark out of this is connecting it to when someone sent me off to fetch tofu goodies with words to the effect of "go get me quesadillas, bitch."

apparently what you really don't want is for me to unwillingly be someone else's bitch.

(still not very witty. it must be the heat. or all the sugar from those damn gum drops.)