on this new year's eve, i 'm laying in my bed watching a drunk ke$ha flop around on stage and hurdle a man in a santa suit, ryan seacrest create a new shade of white with his teeth, and carson daly, a new shade of orange with his skin. i'm not pregnant, or nursing either. just exhausted and well, lazy.
my soon-to-be hubby, chancy pants, is working tonight at the habana house on south congress. he gets to sell cigars and other cigar paraphernalia (including his own - www.totallystoged.com), hang out with cool dudes, WORK ON SOUTH CONGRESS, and tonight, listen to live music with all of the other folks who aren't being tired, boring and geriatric like i have chosen to do. i will just say that this is a choice and not because i have no friends or social skills. i particularly hate abnormally large, drunken crowds and plan to avoid them as much as i can throughout my lifetime. the crowd at ruta maya (the coffee shop the habana house is located within) is probably not a bad one, but then my excuse #2 for being anti-social on this uber social evening is that my kids are elsewhere and i have succumbed to my bed.
it called to me, i answered.
anyway. . . what would an austin event be without live music, and tonight chancy pants is enjoying a little eagle eyed williamson, with a bit of the gourds thrown in. maybe i am a little jealous when he calls to let me hear the bands through his bad cell phone reception, cause he's sweet and he thinks i might be sad to be missing out on the opportunity to act my age, with other people over age 3, and cut loose with a beer like all of the other drunken people yelling so loudly that i can't actually hear the music - wait. . . yeah, that's my pillow whispering sweet nothings in my ear. it loves me.
thought you might want to hear/see a bit though. i was able to enjoy it from my quiet house. no one stepped on my foot, spilled beer in my purse when they bumped into me on their way to the 4 square inches of space in front of me, with their bufont dallas hair. and look closely. your ears may fool you into thinking eagle eyed williamson is a full band, but no. oh no. he's just the one kick ass, slightly A.D.D., but super multi-talented dude and ALL the instruments he's ever learned to play, and a microphone.
i'm really not a sour-puss and maybe if you invite me, promise everyone will be nice and entertaining, find me a sitter, and make sure i've napped, i'll come hang out with you next new year's eve.
in the meantime, enjoy this. word.
oh and my pillow says happy new year!!
my soon-to-be hubby, chancy pants, is working tonight at the habana house on south congress. he gets to sell cigars and other cigar paraphernalia (including his own - www.totallystoged.com), hang out with cool dudes, WORK ON SOUTH CONGRESS, and tonight, listen to live music with all of the other folks who aren't being tired, boring and geriatric like i have chosen to do. i will just say that this is a choice and not because i have no friends or social skills. i particularly hate abnormally large, drunken crowds and plan to avoid them as much as i can throughout my lifetime. the crowd at ruta maya (the coffee shop the habana house is located within) is probably not a bad one, but then my excuse #2 for being anti-social on this uber social evening is that my kids are elsewhere and i have succumbed to my bed.
it called to me, i answered.
anyway. . . what would an austin event be without live music, and tonight chancy pants is enjoying a little eagle eyed williamson, with a bit of the gourds thrown in. maybe i am a little jealous when he calls to let me hear the bands through his bad cell phone reception, cause he's sweet and he thinks i might be sad to be missing out on the opportunity to act my age, with other people over age 3, and cut loose with a beer like all of the other drunken people yelling so loudly that i can't actually hear the music - wait. . . yeah, that's my pillow whispering sweet nothings in my ear. it loves me.
thought you might want to hear/see a bit though. i was able to enjoy it from my quiet house. no one stepped on my foot, spilled beer in my purse when they bumped into me on their way to the 4 square inches of space in front of me, with their bufont dallas hair. and look closely. your ears may fool you into thinking eagle eyed williamson is a full band, but no. oh no. he's just the one kick ass, slightly A.D.D., but super multi-talented dude and ALL the instruments he's ever learned to play, and a microphone.
i'm really not a sour-puss and maybe if you invite me, promise everyone will be nice and entertaining, find me a sitter, and make sure i've napped, i'll come hang out with you next new year's eve.
in the meantime, enjoy this. word.
oh and my pillow says happy new year!!
