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!!