Crazy Holiday Times Cont.

Whoo, before I get back into my tales of the weekend I should give a shout out to last night which was indeed crazy large! I didn't even get home until almost 5am today and subsequently am running on fumes with just over 2 hrs. sleep. I still have Job #2 this evening and rehearsal after that. I am out of my damn mind, but I think we established that a long time ago. But after rehearsal I think I will have no choice but to get my crazy ass home and seriously collapse and will try to force myself to go to sleep waaaaay earlier than usual tonight. I just hope I'm able.

But anyway, so last night I'd made previous plans w/my little drummer cop friend M.B. (the one I played with in a band c. 10 yrs. ago when he was 15 years old) to go see our friend's killer band at the Big Easy. Actually this is the same band that I just opened up for at my gig a couple weeks ago. Monday is "Tequila Mondays" at the Big E and M.B. was all depressed b/c his girlfriend just moved out yesterday! I thought I was going to be depressed b/c I had the monthly sheriff meeting last night and was in no mood to be in the same room as S, however S did not show and Mudflap said he didn't know where he was. So after we all went to eat dinner (I just had chips/queso but then our secretary forced me to eat one of her tacos) I ran out to meet M.B. and he was bummed b/c the scene was dead. Well duh, it was a Monday night after all! I wasn't surprised but he was hoping to find some women, heh heh.

We started drinking tequila immediately and M.B. had a friend there with him, another 24-year old friend of his that he's known since high school, D.A. He was kinda quiet but kinda cute and the 3 of us just hung together all night long. I tried to coax them to come with me to see LDB's other band play at the Continental but M.B. really wanted to see our friend's band play, so we just stayed there. I danced with both the boys. Nice slow dance w/D.A.! He said he wanted to hang out with me more which I thought was sweet! M.B. kept flirting with me and then D.A. started doing the same and I told them both they were drunk. I had 4 tequila shots which I barely felt b/c they were spread out over 3 hours and I'd eaten a good amount that evening and my alcohol tolerance is admittedly kinda high these days! I had a small amount of beer later but I was fine. M.B. had like 8 tequila shots and D.A. had one but stuck w/the beer all night.

We decided to go to the House of Guys and M.B. called his fellow officer friend, the one we had gone to eat with the last time M.B. and I went out. D.A. started laying it on a little thick, asking if I'd remember him today, putting his arm around my back, trying to share his hamburger with me, asking if he could call me today, etc. It was really quite funny and when D.A. left to smoke a cig the other guys were cracking up over it. M.B. forced me to share my "8 Dateable Qualities" list with him and he was pointing out all the items he had on the list and insisting that I should date him. Wise ass! Anyway, I am actually hoping D.A. calls/texts me today. He says he plays a little guitar and I told him he MUST see The Last Waltz! Meaning, he needs to come to my house to see it!

Ok so picking up on the holiday weekend where I left off. So I left town on Friday evening around 6:30 for the drive to Burnet, TX. (BTW, JR texted me 3 times that morning! Aaargh! Now under the guise of looking for a pair of his jeans, also to offer to give me my sheriff belt buckle back! OMG. Aggravated sigh.) I took my time on the drive, blasted my tunes, enjoyed the Texas countryside and my freedom--it was awesome. G. and B. met me down the country road from G.'s house and guided me in since it was late by then and dark. G. lives in a nice house on the lake w/his mom and aunt and it was really pretty great, with their big wooden deck out back that overlooks the lake. We drank--a lot--out there and smoked (them cigs, me cigars) and stayed up late and G. and I got so giddy his mom had to come out and ask us to keep it down! There was also a humongous Rottweiler in the house named Duke that was scaring me until he was finally let out of his cage and forced to become friends with me. Later on Duke and I danced to Los Lobos out on the deck. For real!

I slept in G.'s room on his fabulous comfy bed. I tried to get him to sleep w/me (we've shared many a bed together on many a road trip over the years) but I passed out drunk and he split soon after I'm sure. I slept until almost noon on Sat. morning and really, really needed to! B. had made a delicious breakfast and soon after we got ready to head to Austin for the day. We went in B.'s big comfy pickup truck and the drive took about an hour but we were in no hurry. B. had promised me nothing but R&R that weekend and that is what I got! In Austin I had to find a Spec's so I could buy some sweet-tea flavored vodka and we finally found one on the damn freeway. We also drove a little bit around the city which was a great feeling, as I have always adored Austin except for the traffic and the yuppies. G. had never visited the Stevie Ray Vaughan statue on the lake so we did that and took pic's. Then we went to the Continental Club to have a drink before going next door to the tattoo parlor for G.

I had decided to tattoo 2 blue eighth-notes on the inside of my right ring finger. I thought that would be unobtrusive enough to not get noticed very often, esp. while on duty by any Sgt. or higher-up! G. wanted a spider web on his elbow (at first I had joked that I would get the spider on my elbow!) There was an awesome band playing at the CC and I had Southern Comfort on the rocks for a change of pace. Finally we went next door. But they said my idea wouldn't work!!! Apparently you have to use a thick-ass needle for the palm of the hand area due to the skin type and tiny delicate eighth-notes would not be possible on a finger. Damn! I tried to think of alternate areas to place them while G. was getting worked on and even discussed the situation long-distance w/Tito J. I came very close to the behind the ear area but B. made me go to the Continental to drink with him and then I was just over it. Glad now!!!

After G. was done we headed back to the house and G. had to drive b/c B. was drunk by then. I sat in the back of the truck and began drinking my sweet tea vodka and was feeling pretty groovy by the time we got home! SC even texted me at one point and said he was drinking "devil rum" wherever the hell he was. G.'s mom had made ribs for us so we ate and drank some more and then settled in to watch movies. I made G. lie on the big chair next to me but passed out pretty soon, at which point B. and G. made me go to bed!

Sunday I slept late again... bliss... and their mom made us a killer country breakfast! I ate a lot, which was probably a good thing for me to do, but B. ended up tossing his up outside near our cars! Crazy bitch can't hold his liquor! We watched a little football but then I had to head out around 2 in order to make it to the Horn to see the Houston Funk Factory play that night at 7:30. We made plans to visit again for New Year's, perhaps do the Marfa trip at that time too. I miss G. so much sometimes!!!

The drive home was a little frustrating, with lots of traffic and rain and bleh. I blasted my tunes though and enjoyed myself regardless. Got home barely in time to throw on a cute outfit, do my face/makeup and meet my girlfriend K. at the Horn! (Rozz had flaked, damn him.) The joint was really really nice and it was great to see it renovated, as I used to play the jams there and also a gig or 2. While I was waiting for K. to show up I UNBELIEVABLY got a text from the state trooper that said "So when do I see you again"!!! Is he FOR REAL??? After his manners??? When K. showed up I caught her up to speed on that and she was like, "Uh-UH!" I began drinking my Rieslings on an empty stomach and after an hour I actually did text back, "I am out all the time! I'm out right now!" and he texted back, "Cool. Well u have my number if u need anything." I can't think of anything I could possibly need from him. He blew it, man.

The band was KILLER!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy shit! My friend from high school on trombone killed it--actually he used to play and tour with many jazz legends so no surprise there. K. and I noticed how cute the sax player is, and I had heard his name before and I also decided I had to meet him. Another musician I know showed up to watch the show and it was nice to see him. K. left during the 2nd set and I stayed to finish it out. Then I introduced myself to the bass player who I have been seeing play since I was a teenager (he's also an alum of my high school) and then the cute sax player and they were both so incredibly nice! I told K. we MUST return next week and I texted Rozz that he also MUST join me next week. Last night I told M.B. about it too and he agreed to accompany me as well!