when we talk and see what happens and find that it’s good.
in Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as awe, butter, chunks, drizzle, fine, macaroni, macaroni and cheese, meander, night, part, Shane
Tonight I made late night macaroni and cheese for some lovely friends.
It was nice; lots of laughter and help surrounded me.
The very last part of the recipe called for butter to be “sprinkled” on top of the rest of the ingredients. I wondered how to do that, exactly. Which is why my friends found me grabbing small chunks of butter and tossing it all over the macaroni. And yes, it was odd. I explained to them that I was trying to sprinkle it, but man, this butter was pretty unsprinkle-able.
So Shane said he’d do it.
And then he proceeded to drizzle the butter over the macaroni.
Which was fine, really, but I still maintain that the butter was quite unsprinkle-able. And if it had called for drizzling, well yes, I could have managed that just fine, thankyouverymuch.
But anyway.
The night reminded me of being on tour–all the best parts of it. The part where you let the conversation meander and suddenly find yourself in a lovely spot, made even more so by the fact that you could not have anticipated it. And how a conversation is like life in the way that it’s so much better with other people. How at some point, you look around and are in awe of the fact that you could never have gotten here without their involvement.
So yes, life.
It’s quite lovely in spots.
And those spots beat all, I think; they really do beat all.
I love our band name(s).
in Funny Stuff, Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as butter, chagrin, curbside, frozen yogurt, guitar, mini mart, peanut, Shane, South Street, Split, Stella, tree, two guitars, way
We were hiking today, when suddenly my mom yelled out, Look! A guitar in a tree!
And with visions of a full-size guitar stuck in the branches of a tree, much to some hippie’s chagrin, I walked over to see what it was that had gotten her so excited.
Oh, and perfect.
A guitar in a tree, just like she said.
Somehow the bark had peeled like that, I guess. Or maybe God just wanted to remind me how important he thinks music is, too. Or maybe the tree was like, Whatever. You’re not the only one who has a tiny guitar, so stop acting like it.
But, whichever the case, I loved it.
And then tonight we played at Lickety Split on South Street in Philly. And well, the nice part is that we actually made some money. Yep, we got some frozen yogurt with some of it afterwards. And there we were, eating yogurt and sitting on the curbside of South Street with our guitars and one random microphone stand spread around us like the world’s worst fortress when a lady came up and asked us, Are you homeless?
After assuring her that we were not, she was like, Oh, well I am. You wanna give me money? And we asked if she was hungry and she said she was, so we asked if we could get her some food instead.
We found out her name was Stella on the way to the mini-mart and I told her again that we would definitely be the one paying for the food, because she seemed to be afraid we’d try to stick her with the bill and run. Though have you seen people run with two guitars, a ukulele, a microphone stand, and a few cables? Because even if they are running, they are probably not doing it very fast.
When we got to the mini-mart Stella wanted popcorn, but Shane told her that it wouldn’t fill her up for very long and so suggested peanut butter. At which point she looked at him like he had just suggested she try that can of air that was for sale over there on the shelf, she was so outraged at his idea. What do I have to eat with the peanut butter?? she asked irately. So I steered the subject to safer things like peanut butter crackers and hey look, here’s a granola bar, my favorite is honey and oats, do you like that kind, too? She seemed to think she did, so we made the purchase, handed her the peanut butter crackers (duh, shane) and granola bar, proceeded to sing a song for the owner of the mini-mart, and then were on our way.
And then when I got home I found a message in my inbox, asking us to come back and play at Lickety Split again in May. This is good news, indeed. The funny part, though, is that it was addressed to our band:
The Paper Shanes
So way to go, Shane. I’m super proud of you. I hope your band is a huge success and I guess I’ll always get to say I knew you when.
Though between The Lady Papers and The Paper Shanes, I gotta say the latter is still way better than the former.
mamma actually didn’t say there’d be days like this.
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
as april fool, butter, cat, day, fools joke, hair, kind, obscure disease, peanut butter and jelly, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, true hippie, Vietnam
It’s one of those days. You know, the kind when you’re absolutely positive the cat eats the butter–you saw him doing it the other day, in fact–and yet, you now give in to a kind of laziness-induced-denial as you butter your toast with the exact same butter that you are now telling yourself has probably [...]
