My First Time

At a concert, that is, with one of my favorite bands; one that I'm so glad I "saved myself" for.

Massive Attack at Metropolis on Sunday, October 8, was incredible. Thanks to my friend for the best (surprise) birthday present ever. (The show was actually postponed to October 8 from its original September 11 date.) It was surreal to hear them playing tunes that I've listened to maybe hundreds of times. It gave me goosebumps.

3D, Daddy G and their guests Horace Andy and Beth Orton did not disappoint and put on an amazing performance, playing many unforgettable classics: Karmacoma, Three, Risingson, Dissolved Girl, Black Milk, Man Next Door, Inertia Creeps. And of course, Teardrop:



Definitely gave me something to be thankful for, this past Thanksgiving weekend!

Texting Me...All Night Long

Text messaging is dangerous. It allows you to "say" all kinds of things you wouldn't normally say to someone for various reasons. It can be the equivalent of saucy little notes tucked away in a pocket or briefcase waiting to be discovered and savored. Just a few words to tempt and tease you, to wet your appetite and your pants. They can be subtle, filled with sexual innuendo or they can be boldly, blatantly bad. A sexy secret for your eyes only.

Almost Famous

My new job in Communications is the bomb. There have been some hiccups along the way due to my excessive fear of failure and lack of self-confidence but so far I think I've delivered on my projects and have even garnered some praise and recognition in the process. Someone I met recently told me that he'd googled me and found links to my work, which I was really excited about.

At the same time I'm scared senseless. This latest career move means that I finally have clear deadlines, responsibilities and accountabilities, and because it's also in the corporate world I'm moving from behind-the-scenes to the forefront and I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for it. I don't know what happened to the girl who used to compete and win in public speaking. I haven't seen her in at least six years but hopefully she's just been hibernating and will soon wake up refreshed, revived and ready to go. God, I hope so.

The only other problem is that I'm not "officially" part of the team yet. I've only been on loan since June and am currently awaiting my fate. I dread going back to my old group (AKA Go Straight To Jail, Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200) but if that happens, c'est la vie, I'll try not to let it get me down. I'm just aware that my new job is truly challenging and stimulating and not many people can say that. It's stressful working in limbo like this. So close and yet so far, so far.

The Drugs Don't Work

Is it true what the song says? Do they just make you worse? It certainly seemed to be the case for me this past weekend. I'd had a particularly rough week at work and was really looking forward to getting wasted and enjoying my weekend. I guess I didn't realize just how physically exhausted I was because a mere four drinks (albeit strong ones, slammed back one after another) into Friday night and I was pretty much a goner.

Thankfully I didn't get sick but woke up the next morning with a splitting pain in my head and an almost bigger pain in my heart at the less-than-flattering first impression I must have made on the people I was introduced to the night before. I must have asked this one dude what his name was at least five times, so much so that he jokingly threatened to walk away. For the record, his name was Kenny.

I know "you don't need drugs and alcohol to have a good time" (groan) but they sure make having fun a helluva lot easier. It'd be great if they weren't needed to attain altered states of consciousness. It'd be even great if I didn't want or need an escape from reality. I suppose it is getting old pretty fast, as am I. The drugs don't work like they used to but that probably means it's time to stop looking to them to do the job.