Found The Cat

I'm back in action, guys! Sorry about leaving you all hanging last night. But it was for a damn good cause. I got to record the newest Easy Chowder single that you'll all be jamming soon enough. It got approval from the lyricist, and now I just need to run it by the guy who has had nothing to do with it thus far. But believe me, Christian will be an integral part of the operation once we record the final version of it. Christian sure has a talent for taking my musical ideas and expanding upon them until they become a much more full version of a song. I'm good at the stripped down stuff, I guess. But the three of us are quite the musical team. All we really need to take over the music world by storm is some decent recording equipment, and the know how to use it effectively. Knowing someone with all that stuff would be an acceptable substitute, as well. But none of you care about that. You're just looking for the end product. You're lookin' for the tunes. And I don't blame you. I'm usually just looking for the tunes, too. Under normal circumstances, I don't care about watching in-studio videos. I just want the album. So on that note let's move on.

So what did I say I'd talk about tonight. Ah, yes. I don't normally remember my dreams after I wake up, but the other night was a rare case. Now I don't remember the whole thing, but a good chunk of it is still clear in my head. From the point I remember, I was in a car with my friend Ryan. We were driving back from somewhere, and we were both pretty famished. So we were driving along, and we see this barbecue place coming up on the road. We pull in there, and as we do, we see the biggest bunch of rednecks just hanging out around the restaurant. There were a lot of hairy biker men too, and everyone was staring at us as we pulled in. I guess these folk don't take kindly to city slickers like Ryan and me. But the hunger in our stomachs overpowered any fear we might have had of being drawn and quartered by some biker gang. So we head inside, and Ryan orders himself a steak. He starts going to town on this thing, and tells me how great it is. So I have a bite, and it's amazing. I love it so much that I go up to the owner of the place and tell him how great his steak is. And it turns out that the owner is a very friendly guy. He's kind of grubby looking, but mostly well kept. His shirt is wide open revealing his hairy chest, protruding gut, and scar from open heart surgery. But he starts talking to me about barbecuing, and all the finer points of it. You could tell this guy lives for barbecuing. After we have our friendly conversation, I told him that he makes an amazing steak, but beef doesn't really sit too well in my stomach. So I ask him if he has things like turkey or chicken. Of course, I don't mention pork, because why would a barbecue place have pork? That'd be ridiculous. (Ugh! It was a dream. Lay off!) But he tells me they have all those foods that I mentioned. So I order the turkey. The turkey also came with a salad consisting of full leaves of romaine lettuce and Gorgonzola cheese. This meal also ended up being amazing. The only other thing I remember from the dream is getting home, and trying to get in. But there was a dog who wouldn't let me into my house. But I think the moral of this dream is that the versions of Ryan and myself that I created in my dream don't know how to eat at a barbecue restaurant. I mean, really. Who the fuck gets steak and turkey at a barbecue restaurant. Fuckin' ribs, man. Oh well. I'd never make that mistake in my waking life.

I also said I was going to talk about girls with accents. Throughout my whole World Music class, I never noticed it, but there is a girl in the class that lived in Poland up until she was like 14 or 15. But this past Friday she presented a project to the class, and that's when I first heard her accent. I guess I had never paid any attention before. But I don't know if this applies to any of the rest of you, but most foreign accents on girls will pretty much instantly melt my heart. I don't know anything else about this girl. She could be a bitch for all I know, but I was a bit smitten throughout her whole presentation. Needless to say, I was intently focused on every word she said after that. So now I know a whole lot about gypsy music, I guess. But seriously... girls with foreign accents. Am I right? Let alone the fact it was a Polish accent. Alright. Enough of that. Sorry if that made any of my readers (Kate and AJ) a little jealous. I love each and every one of you more than any Polish girl I don't know. I just have a little thing for accents, apparently.

Well I've got you all caught up on what I had to tell you from yesterday. Now as for the day that just occurred, it was fairly eventful. Not really, but I did do something. And that something was get formal pictures taken with my family. We all dressed up in our suits and dresses, and headed to have our picture taken. It just so happened that the photographer was a big goofball. I guess he was trying to be endearing, but he just came off as condescending the whole time. He kept on asking my brother and me if "we were troublemakers." It was really bizarre. He thought my brother was a big troublemaker because of his "rock star hair." I guess I look pretty straight-laced. It was a good thing I was in a suit and tie, or I'd look like some sort of deviant too. He did make a comment about my sideburns, though. He asked me if they were "lamb chops." He was a very goofy guy to be sure. But I really don't know how he keeps that act up. He smelled like a smoker, so I guess that takes some of the edge off, but he was going a mile a minute with all of his witty banter. I was a little embarrassed for him.

Alright. Well now you're caught up on my life. Well, I also went to the Windmill Diner with my brother for dinner. The waitress was totally into me. It's not even like they're working a tip. They just all love me. It's a very odd phenomenon, but I'm not complaining. And now you're definitely all caught up. So I guess I'll be headed to bed, then. I have work tomorrow. I'm up to four and a half hour shifts now. I'm gaining all sorts of responsibility. Alright. I'll see all of you cool kids later. Hugs and kisses!