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Urgh. We shopped. We had to go to Kinko's for copies of music and pictures. Then we had to go to the mall to see if I could get a power cord (I forgot mine, and it's broken anyway). They were way too much, so I'll use the computer till it dies, and then use hers. Mama got a hairbrush and some Christmas presents at Target in an hour (AGH). It makes me want to divest myself of everything I own except my hoard and some books and maybe ten sets of clothes (including performance attire), and forbid anyone from every buying me anything again.
I did get some ideas for Christmas presents while fuming in the car, though. I still have a huge club of crepe myrtle I could chisel and dremel into handles for... eating utensils. Everybody needs those, right? I could carve them nice, and stuff. For people who don't wear jewelry or need art. Cause I'm sure not going shopping for Christmas. EGH.
Johnny took us to breakfast-ishness, then showed us some of the a capella stuff he was editing in the mixing room (Four Freshmen, if you ever read this, fire your lead; she's flat and she's late, and she doesn't breathe with the rest of you), and then we hung out looking for his daughter's ferret that escaped, and then I showed mama some Black Books. This evening, though, was quite different.
He took us to downtown Stamford, small Connecticut town that it is, where there was a band playing in the square. They were called The Nerds, and they were surprisingly good; they played only classic rock, and their bassist sang Very Well. They even did Bohemian Rhapsody with four-part harmony and it was lovely.
Johnny sat us down at a restaurant in the square and was served with suspiciously attentive and alacrity (for all the jokes he makes about it, his father really was in the Mafia; how could he ot be, with a name like Johnny Montagnese?). The food was good, and everyone knew him and stopped by to say a respectful hi. And the band was good.
We stayed till the second band came on and played a couple songs (Johnny's friend was in it), then came back in the convertible in the lovely drizzly rain. I had fun, and apparently they're recording Latin fusion downstairs, so I'll see what's going on.
I did get some ideas for Christmas presents while fuming in the car, though. I still have a huge club of crepe myrtle I could chisel and dremel into handles for... eating utensils. Everybody needs those, right? I could carve them nice, and stuff. For people who don't wear jewelry or need art. Cause I'm sure not going shopping for Christmas. EGH.
Johnny took us to breakfast-ishness, then showed us some of the a capella stuff he was editing in the mixing room (Four Freshmen, if you ever read this, fire your lead; she's flat and she's late, and she doesn't breathe with the rest of you), and then we hung out looking for his daughter's ferret that escaped, and then I showed mama some Black Books. This evening, though, was quite different.
He took us to downtown Stamford, small Connecticut town that it is, where there was a band playing in the square. They were called The Nerds, and they were surprisingly good; they played only classic rock, and their bassist sang Very Well. They even did Bohemian Rhapsody with four-part harmony and it was lovely.
Johnny sat us down at a restaurant in the square and was served with suspiciously attentive and alacrity (for all the jokes he makes about it, his father really was in the Mafia; how could he ot be, with a name like Johnny Montagnese?). The food was good, and everyone knew him and stopped by to say a respectful hi. And the band was good.
We stayed till the second band came on and played a couple songs (Johnny's friend was in it), then came back in the convertible in the lovely drizzly rain. I had fun, and apparently they're recording Latin fusion downstairs, so I'll see what's going on.