Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Lonely Saxophone Radio
So, that was my last night... I stumbled back into the house around 3:30am, and Shaun took one look at me and promptly started hugging/patting me. Factoring in that I'd been up since 10, and got about 5 hours of sleep...yeah, I was probably approaching the zombie stage. Never fear though, Tanner has promised to put me down old Yeller style (backyard, shotgun) should I start craving delicious...succulent... tasty... braaaaaaaaai--- sorry, where was I?
This week has been and will be insane. I was in Hickory for a little one day con. I was in Charlotte for show rehearsal (sci fi themed fetish show Decadence Project on the 9th!). I was in Winston Salem for a commercial photoshoot. I was in Greensboro to see some friends and pick up some books. I will be in Raleigh for a big job interview. And then I'll be back in Charlotte, for the show, and then in Asheville.
The big thing I like/dislike about driving (besides, y'know, doing it) is how much time it allows me to introspect. A little introspection every now and then is good. "Have I been as diligent as I could be about sticking to my work and sleep schedule? Should I look into business insurance?" I can ponder while the radio plays music about traveling filled with lonely wailing saxophones specifically designed to make you miss being home.
Too much of it, alone in a car with nothing else to do, leads to questions like, "What if my occasional jealous/petty thoughts about other models results in karmic retribution and I am hit by a car and am paralyzed from the waist down and can never walk or model or dance agaaaaain? I didn't mean those thoughts! I'm just envious of her long legs and tiny waist! AUUUGH!"
...I should probably invest in more audio books...
Speaking of which, I've been listening to the "Wee Free Men" series, by Terry Pratchett, and if you're looking for an audio book, MY GOD, GET THEM. I was in tears laughing the first few times I listened to Wee Free Men. I really wish I could master the blend of horror, hilarity, and wonder that Pratchett always captures in his tales.
Tomorrow is chainmail day! I'm helping Shaun get stuff ready for three upcoming events. By helping, I probably mean playing in a corner with the shinies. But I'll be there to offer my tasteful opinion/hold things so shut up I am totally helping.