cold toes and swanky hotels.

What can I say...? Recording this last weekend was intense. I swear I played at least 25 hours of marimba, but the sun was shinning and I can proudly say I have my first marimba callus. The guy recording us is named "ted" and he brought with him, thousand dollar mics and a apple computer. Overall good weekend. We played a gig saturday night, that serve potluck and really bitter-would-taste-better with alcohol lime slurpees. Our encore song? Our best yet, we recently added violin to one of the songs, and it just takes it to another level. I was also impressed with this simple salad I ate of tomatoes, mangos and cilantro. Gotta try making that one day.

A couple days later, I found out I'm official on the get go for ukraine september 6th. Feel like donating to the sarah chezick cause? http://forms.canadaworldyouth.org/en/content.aspx?pageid=201&volunteer=7379b66d37139 click the link! also, ladies, if you guys have any fundraising ideals, I'm all ears. I'm actually freaked out about this all.

Anyways, take care! and I'll leave you guys with this hilarious video of solid music playing:

And Maybe It Will All Come Back To Me

Well here it is darlings. Twenty years and I just feel tired. I don't feel like doors are opening at this point either, rather now I am too old to do certain things. For example I can no longer justify getting an abortion. I can't blame "adults" for anything anymore, I have to be civil and get along. I can't really blame my parents for not teaching me to drive anymore either. Yesterday at work Marketa held me off with conversation about Mr. T's bowel movements and by flipping madly through The Book while the others whisked out a chocolate cake and a bottle of bubbly. That woman loves her champagne, dear me.
I am feeling lethargic after the biggest bowl of soup you have ever seen but I have to go downtown to deposit my paycheque. Gawd.
sorry for the sobriety. That Time of Month is arriving rapidly on a red velvet steed.