I know what you are thinking

Yes I should be on a bus with a bunch of teenagers. "So why are you posting?" Well I will tell you a little thing like waking up at 4am in a cold sweat freezing. Yes I was running a killer fever. Of course I am not grown up enough to actually have a thermometer so I can't give an exact degree. I get up to get an Advil and feel a wash of dizziness and nausea. I make my way quickly to the bathroom and go head first to the toilet. I am thinking to myself as I turn inside out, this can't be happening. Oh but yes it can. I go down stairs and take some Advil and water and that 15 minutes later made a repeat performance. So I laid under a pile of blankets shivering until a reasonable hour to call Special K and ask what to do. At that time my best options was ignore it an hope it goes away or wait and maybe I would feel better by noon when the bus was to pull out or wait even longer and drive up to Chicago and catch the flight. Here's hoping. Yea that seemed unlikely when at 10:30 I got up and made toast to eat and the body didn't like that either.

So I call special K and she says she is talking to our travel guy. He then calls me and says he can get my on a later flight on Sunday. Hoorah! It will only cost me up front $350, I think I feel more toast coming up. Alright it will just make this trip and the week after very tight, I may just wrap up a win in the Biggest Looser this way. So now I just need to get up to Chicago, no problem I am checking out mega bus and subway connections. *Ring* Travel Guy again telling me they can get me a flight out of Indy on Sunday. Even better. It's another $120, ok so this free trip is getting a bit more pricey. This wouldn't be a problem If I had planned for it. Well how bad would it be to vomit in a plane bathroom I could do this. Those plane blankets are pretty thick right I could get 2 or 3 hundred of them and feel warm. I am sure the other passengers won't mind me. Right,... right?

Wow totally passed out in the middle of that. Woke up to Travel Guy calling to tell me that my flight to Chicago is taken care of and the airfare change is now only $206. My stomach just felt better just wish my head did. So here is hoping a day of sleeping will make me feel better. Even if I am puking I think I am going to go. I am seriously not going to miss a chance to leave this country.

Up the Hill Down the Hill

Because in 5 days time the Band will be marching in a parade, we have been spending much of this week outside and marching around the parking lots. The road that leads to the school is a winding and up hill, which makes it ideal for the parade prep. At the end of the parade is up hill, which sucks because you have been marching and playing for 2.5 miles and have to finish up hill. Thank god we will be in the land of Guinness, not for them for me. :)

Because this is ideal and also the only road into campus someone had to be at the bottom of the hill to divert traffic or hold it. And guess who that was? Yep it was me. It was fun. I actually didn't mind it people were a lot more pleasant about it than I thought. Of course Special K didn't stick to the plan which meant much of what I was telling people to do was false. Way to stick with a plan. Not surprised more just stating facts at this point. The funniest thing was the sheer number of students driving in 5,10, 15, 30 minutes late to school. I understand adults and teachers who don't have first period because the fuck if I would show up if I didn't have to. Also the number of Band students who drove up rolled down their windows and immediately started giving me excuses.

What really struck me was that Special K was, I think, afraid to go down and do this. Not because you could get struck by a car, and I almost did, but because she would have to tell people something they don't want to hear. I love it when you see that look on their face that they are inconvenienced, priceless. I also loved the woman that saw me clearly stopping cars and talking to each driver and then she started to whip around me and the other car like I wasn't there (yea she was the car that almost struck me) and when I started yelling for her to stop and I caught up with her she had a pissed off look on her face. And yes that was a parent, whatever I am here to make sure jackasses like yourself miss don't kill the band geeks. Yes I enjoyed it but Special K just is afraid of people even when she is right. Which I believe is why she is such an ineffective teacher, but I could be wrong.

Tales of the Belligerent Gay Driver.

Last Time we left our hero (BGD) he was busy screaming at a stupid Carmel housewife who blithely cut across 3 lanes of traffic to turn left against the light.

We now join him as he drives home.

So I went to my mothers tonight to 1. finally get my hair cut and 2. take my mom out for dinner. For those who don't know I have only had three people in my life cut my hair. Once in Florida because the drive home to have my mother do it would have been like 20 hours, one way. The second time was I needed to get it cut for a wedding and I didn't have time to go home. Before you go thinking that is weird my mother is a beautician so it isn't really that weird. I keep my hair short and about every 3 weeks I get it cut but it has been like 3 months since my last cut, so I was very shaggy.

The hair was cut the dinner had and so I start on my drive home. Most of the way was fine, until I was merging onto 69, the interstate not the position. When the guy in front of me starts to break and slow down to 42 miles an hour. Ok, the speed limit is still 55 but I think he will speed up when we it the interstate, no in fact he slows down because a whole line of semi's are coming up on the left so of course I try to be patient and gently move up closer so he gets the hint that the speed limit is now 65. Nope no hint taken and now I have all the cars behind me zooming around to form a parade on my left. At this point I am irritated to say the least. So fly around him when I get the chance honk and put a finger out the window. I am pretty sure he missed it because it was dark and well he's a fuctard. (No spellcheck word for that either)

So now I am at a comfortable cruising speed and now off the interstate and on Binford and some bitch flies up my ass, and sits there. doesn't get around just sitting with her high beams up my trunk like she paid for the lobster herself. So of course I do the only thing I can do. Slowly pass cars and then speed up till the next car and slow back down. When she finally maneuvers around I tailgate her. Yes I am aware this is how I am going to die.

This has been another installment of Belligerent Gay Driver.


I need like a theme song or a montage of me wide mouthed and giving the one finger salute.

Not my hand but you get the idea.

Arguments with my brain

No I wasn't drunk!

This was an argument I had this morning. After a long night of trying to go to bed early I failed miserably and finally zonked out at 4ish AM. Reminder that my alarm goes off at 5:45 AM. Now I am all for Daylight savings when it comes to having more light in the evenings but I would trade it all for a little more day light in the morning. Just last we I was enjoying seeing a hint of sunrise on my drive to work and saddened by the complete darkness that I beheld today. As I write this the sun is just coming up. I am so not a morning person to begin with but this just exacerbates the problem. (sidebar I can't believed I spelled exacerbates correctly on the first try.) So when my alarm went of *hit snooze* and went off *hit snooze* and went off *hit snooze*. This is where my mind jumped in. "You know 9 more minutes isn't going to make that much off a difference really"

"It might you don't know" my body replied "and besides it's really comfy and if you let me I swear I won't kill anymore of your cells with Jack Daniels."

"Now that sounds tempting but remember I am smarter than you and know that's just a flat out lie. Even if you could give up Jack there are so many more liquors you consume and would just pick up the slack some where else."

"Fine, be a bitch."

So I drug myself out of bed. Comforted by the knowledge that know one else would be on time anyway so if I am a few minutes late who the hell cares. Also I can just let Special K run Band first period and I cam sleep under the desk for 45 minutes. Whats this a text message I didn't read last night? I wonder who this could be? Special K "I won't be in 1st period have a slight fever can you cover?"

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(yea spell check has nothing for that word)

Reply "Yea that's fine feel better."

See I can be nice. Of course I was texting with one hand and flipping off the phone with the other.

One of the few things

I don't know why but it made me smile today to hear the following lyrics.

"Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play"- Oasis "Don't Look Back In Anger"

It has been years since I have really listened to popular music. My new heroine is Pandora.Com. I love it I put it on at work I listen at home. And I have been rediscovering all the music I once loved and listened to all the time. Example, Oasis, I loved this band and "(What's the Story) Morning Glory" is one of those albums I always forget when I think of favorite albums ever. I forget how much the lyrics and melodies work so well together. It is safe to say I have an eclectic taste in music. So I have been thinking about what my favorite albums would be. It was tough I like a lot of albums and each one means something different to me. But the five I have come up with are five that I can always sing along; however for different reasons. Some make me happy, some make me sad, some make me angry and I like that each elicits different emotions from me.

So here they are.

1. U2 Joshua Tree Best overall album from beginning to end.
2. Carol King Her Greatest Hits Very close second and on some days it is my top pick.
3. Oasis (What's the Story) Morning Glory Though many times I have no clue what they are saying but I love it.
4. Alanis Morisette Jagged Little Pill When you just want to be pissed off there is nothing better.
5. Dixie Chicks Home I know it's country and I usually don't hold to country but, Come on they are hands down some of the best Musicians out there today. Home is the album that caught my attentions and really there are some just achingly beautiful music on there.

As I was writing these out others came to mind so I will round out to 10.

6. Dar Williams Mortal City Dar is such a great songwriter and this is probably the best album of hers.
7. REM Automatic For the People How I love this album I think I spent a year listening to nothing else.
8. Michael Jackson Thriller Yes he is creepy and pretty fucked up but seriously a great album you can't argue that.
9. No Doubt Tragic Kingdom I was really sad I couldn't get into Gwen's solo career. The music was really better with No Doubt. Though I must say Gwen is one of the most talented singers in this generation.
10. Toad The Wet Sprocket Dulcinea This album is the sound track to a summer in college for me. This and the Cranberries Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We? really was all I listened to that summer every time I hear songs from this CD I think of the Marsh Deli... with just a little bit of nostalgia.

So there is a little more about me that you may not have known before. And damn I am still thinking of Albums.

Is it a bad sign when...

Driving home from having some great Chicken Tikka Masala one of the salt trucks was being towed. Is that a bad sign?

Sweet release of death

I woke up this morning smelling and feeling like the bottom of an ashtray. Who let me smoke last night? Why do I vaguely remember aspects of last night? How did I get home? Why am I naked in bed? I blame one thing $1.50 drinks at Olly's.

So yes I feel awful today. So much so I didn't finish my omelet at Hoaglins today. I always finish a good omelet and this was a good one. And the Rosemary potatoes so very good but right now I kind of wished I hadn't.

Well here is hoping I feel better tomorrow.