At Work... As Usual...

So I've started doing this thing where I give myself a night off from Job #2 in the middle of the week. I used to work there straight thru Mon-Thurs. which meant I only had Job #1 on Fridays, then I could head right home and get my weekend started. But for the past few weeks I've been letting myself take Wednesdays off usually--unless there's something cool going on Tues. or Thurs. that I want to go to, which happens sometimes, and then I just switch the mid-week "off" night to that night. This is working out pretty well for me b/c all that non-stop working of 12-hr days was getting to me and exhausting me emotionally and taxing my morale by around each Wednesday, so now it's really awesome to have a mid-week break. The only thing is, it's getting me to Stefano on Friday nights later than I'd like. I didn't make it to his place 'til 10pm last Friday, but shit, when it's a perfect world someone needs to let me know. One of these days when I have money I'm going to hire a personal assistant to do all these mundane little tasks that take up all my time after work: putting gas in my car, checking/reading the mail, picking up the few groceries I do pick up from time to time, going to Target for household necessities, turning in library books, loading the dishwasher, etc. etc. etc!!!

The open Wednesday night thing also works out well when Leo calls rehearsal which he hasn't in a couple of weeks and which I have TOTALLY been enjoying! But I fear he's gonna call it either this week or definitely next b/c he's got a few gigs for us lined up. We gigged this past Saturday and I got a little miffed at the fact that George totally fucked up the end of "Rude Mood" and then Leo (or maybe it was George too) fucked up the end of "Roxanne." See, my problem is that things like that happen and then Leo says "See! We need to rehearse!" I want to retort, "No, motherfucker, YOU AND GEORGE need to rehearse!!!" I got my shit down, baby. I've been a professional musician for 20 years and I know what I need to know. I'm not a total slacker; when I get an assignment I fucking take care of it. I hate being embarrassed on stage so obviously I do what I can to make sure it doesn't happen by any fault of my own. I go out and I buy the CD's of songs I need to learn or download them and I make copious notes on legal pads. Why should I be punished by driving all the way across town for rehearsal after I've just worked a 12-hour day???

So anyway, the gig was all right except for it was outside in the damn heat with mosquitoes trying to suck my sweet blood. As a Texas girl I don't MIND the heat--it's just that I had to wear the same dress the entire day b/c Saturday was KILLER and NONSTOP. Meaning, I had to also find a dress that would serve appropriately at several different kinds of events. I had my great-aunt Rosie's funeral at 10am in fuckin' La Porte. Then I had my eyebrow appt. at 1:30. Then I had to get to the gig by 3:30 but before that I had to pick up my brother and find a Quinceneara card for that night. (Mr. Wonderful Stefano had bought one for me on Fri. night when he was at the Mexican grocery store but it turned out to NOT be a Quinceneara card, so I had to end up trying to replace it.) The Quince started at 5pm so I told Leo we could play from 4-5 but then I had to SPLIT. My brother and I raced up to NW damn Houston for the Quince but it was ok to be a little late b/c the reception was casually getting started (Hispanics are always late anyway) and it was there that I finally got to have some kind of breather. The Quince was for the daughter of my BFF in junior high, and I hadn't seen her and her family in around 12 years so it was great to see everyone. Although I simply didn't have time to find a good Quince card I just stuck the 2 checks my mom and I wrote into the envelope for the non-Quince Stefano card and stuck that into the gift bag w/a couple small girlie items.

Then bro and I snuck out around 7:30 b/c there was really nothing going on--the mariachis had already finished playing and we'd already taken our pic's with the girl and the photographer--so we actually got a little bit of down time before the Brave Combo concert that night. I knew there was an opener so I figured BC wouldn't hit the stage 'til around 10. Because poor Mr. Wonderful was trapped at work literally all day from 9a-11p (the one Saturday he's had to work since we've been dating) I did get permission from him to invite DA to come to BC w/me since BC had put me+1 on the guest list. (My bro was on the guest list on his own accord.) So after dropping my bro off at his apt. I got to go home and just lie down for an hour while waiting for DA, tho' I also had to redo my hair and makeup, etc. DA was a little late getting to my house (as I joked later, he's 1/4 Mexican! ha!) but it worked out perfectly b/c after picking up li'l bro and getting to the gig, we got there literally about 5 min. before BC hit the stage. Perfect!

There were, as always, a few people there that I knew. My mom and stepdad were busy selling BC's merch, as they always work the BC merch table when BC is in town. So me, DA, and bro got drinks and danced and drank and had fun the rest of the night. It was way fun I have to say, and DA really enjoyed the band but then, it's impossible not to love this band. I was even encouraging DA to get some action, as there were some cute girls in attendance! Am I the coolest ex-girlfriend or what? But he just danced with me all night. He still loves me. But then, it's impossible not to love me! At the end of the night we took li'l bro home and I was actually hungry so I drove thru Jack in the Box and got the 3-mozzarella stix but only ate 1. I was hoping DA wouldn't ask to stay the night b/c I knew Mr. Wonderful would not approve, but he didn't and I sent him home when we got to my place around 1am.

Sunday I SLEPPPPPPPPTTTTTT. And lounged around and caught up on my DVR'ing and read my library book and worked on my personnel file, actually finishing it! It was such an awesome day, not having to be anywhere. I did Pilates on Demand that evening and I loved it! I am still hurting today, which is a good sign! Stefano came over that night and we made up for not seeing each other all day Saturday. He came over again last night after I got home from my monthly sheriff meeting and we watched The Runaways which was eh. Tonight: R&R. The rest of my week is booked with odds and ends so tonight is really only my free night. Gotta enjoy it while I can!