Dreams Come True

My hair is red now.
Yay!

Rockin' Hard or Hardly Rockin'?

The other night I played with an awesome band, Pearl and the Beard. First off, it was a fulfillment of many a childhood fantasy, playing with a band for a packed house in a NYC club. Second, it was with my dear friend Emily Hope Price, who helps me put this whole Mormon-living-in-NYC-being-a-musician thing into perspective. So that was fun too. I played backup on a couple songs with three guys from the band 46ink. They are also awesome, so you should check them out too.

I'm about to do the shameless plug thing and tell you all to check this band out. They're "metal." And, they just released a cd, so go ahead and get it already! I particularly love the fact that Emily learned how to play the accordion for one of the songs. It just happens to be one of my personal faves instruments. It may just be my new instrument of choice, right up there with the digeridoo.

Cell Phone Revisited

Today my phone switched back to normal. The battery held up, no random switching between speakerphone and regular... it seems to be, well, back. Instead of the gremlin phone of the past post, it now looks like this:

In a way, this makes its behavior all the more creepy. Now that I know it was just messing with me, I may take it in anyway. Ha ha! Recycled! That'll learn it.

**UPDATE: The phone stayed normal for two days, and now it's back to its weirdness. I guess I'll have to get a new one after all. Grr.

Spoooooky

That's what my phone is. It has recently taken to lighting up randomly, switching willy nilly between speaker phone and regular, running down the battery faster than you can say "running down the battery" (which admittedly would be cool if we were on ships), and laughing at me behind my back. I don't have proof of the last one, but I know it's happening.

In other words, please don't take offense if I don't answer my phone in the next week or so. I'll call you back!

Eat Here Now!!!

The other night I went to the Whitney Museum with a couple of friends. It was fun, but... shorter than expected. So, we walked out of the museum at about 9, and they both turned to me to say, "Now what?". I hadn't planned on this, so I rubbed my three remaining brain cells together and decided we would walk 20 blocks south. My theory at the time was that if you walk 20 blocks in any direction in NYC you will run into something to do. Keep in mind, this is a well-tested theory. I have put the method to use time and time again. But, I forgot to take into account the "east side" factor. There is apparently a great lack of stuff on Madison Ave unless you are shopping at Gucci or looking into advertising.

Determined, we persisted, and we eventually (after about 26 blocks) struck gold, in the form of the Eat Here Now Diner. I was intrigued by the commanding name (although it could have used an exclamation point or two), so we walked in and sat down. It was kind of old and dingy, and we sat for a while, waiting for a waitress to get us menus. Then we waited for the food, which was alright. Then we waited for a long time for the check. Kind of hilarious, really.

I liked the required CPR sign in there. Most are illustrated and printed in nice colors. This had the homey touch of being drawn in marker the wrong way on lined paper. It also had an air of mystery. It said- CPR Kit behind desk "manager." I wish I knew the thought behind the random quotation markings.

All in all, it was a smashing success. I may even go back one day.

**Note: While writing this post, I am currently on hold with the IRS trying to get my AGI number from last year, because I'm lame and don't know where my 2007 return is, and I need to e-file to get my taxes off on time. Good times. I just listened to the whole Sleeping Beauty Waltz, and now I'm listening to Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. Oh, and it just went back to Sleeping Beauty... and now I've heard it three times and Eine Kleine twice. Maybe they should work on getting more than two pieces. Hmmm.

Megan the Grouch

Wow. I kind of hate Tuesdays. Anyone have any stories or jokes that would make me hate them less?

A New Haiku

This Week

Rain and snow come down
Cherry blossoms cry out
Come on spring! Come on!

You can do it, spring. I know you can.

I Can Be Foolish Every Day

Today, as I know you are all aware, is April Fool's Day. In honor of the occasion, I've decided to blog about some of my dreams, because it feels like nearly every night my subconscious gangs up on me to play tricks on the saner part of the psyche. Pshaw. JK. Any of you who have persisted in reading my blog know by now that there is no saner part of my psyche. Without further ado, here are just a few more reasons why I should probably not be out walking around.

#1. I dreamed that the first violinist in my quartet wrote a letter to Pres. Obama, telling him how we are a promising new quartet, but if we're going to succeed, we need his support. Obama responded by coming to NYC, with his family. I was at the mall with my mom and brother (duh, of course) and I saw him. I walked over, and he told me how proud he was of me. He said my quartet was great, "almost good enough to make a cd." He then told me to walk with him. As we walked around, it was like the Cult of Obama. He blessed people and was magnificently benevolent. Remember when Biden asked the quadrapalegic man to stand up, and there were jokes about how if it had been Obama the man would have been able to? The rest of the dream was pretty much like that.

#2. Right before my senior prom, I had a dream that also featured a prominent political leader. This one is somewhat less benevolent.
I dreamed that my high school took a group to Iraq for a study abroad. This was apparently a good idea at the time. Anyway, while we were there, I was walking around sightseeing, and I came across a movie set. They needed extras to portray slaves in the fields, so my friends and I volunteered. I got into costume and started working. After a few hours, I noticed that the overseers walking around were really armed, and there was no sign of the work stopping. Then I saw Osama Bin Laden walking up and down the rows. I knew suddenly that I had been duped! They had tricked us into slavery! Well, obviously I had to get away, so I made a break for it. I started running, and Bin Laden and his goons came after me. I ran and ran, trying to get somewhere, and I finally found a building with an unlocked door. I opened the door cautiously. The room was sparsely white and completely empty except for one of those kid's toys in the corner. It was a fabric tunnel that kids can crawl into. I heard voices close behind me, so I ran in, shut the door, and hid inside the tunnel. I heard the door open slowly, and inside stepped my prom date. I was so relieved to see him, and I said, "Dave! You have to help me! Bin Laden is chasing me, and I need to get away or else he'll kill me!" Dave looked thoughtful for a moment, and then he opened the door, stuck his head out, and yelled, "SHE'S IN HERE!!!" I awoke in a cold sweat and went to school. The poor guy could not figure out why I was acting so weird, but it took me a few days before I could look him in the eyes again. I mean, come on! The guy totally Sound of Music'd me!