Back to work today.
But really, it's okay.
Quite honestly, it's fun to see the people I work with again. And to do my job. And to have a job.
Also, it doesn't hurt that Drew is coming out to Columbus this Saturday--a mere four days since having to say good-bye today.
And why is Drew coming out to Columbus, you ask?
Oh, you didn't?
Well, I will tell you anyway.
Other than wanting to spend every second of his life with his fantastic wife, Drew is coming out to Columbus to play a show with me and my friend Clyde. This Sunday night, we are doing mostly original music (with a few covers thrown in) at James' Club 88 Piano Bar.
It's going to be a great time and I am psyched for the opportunity.
But sad that most (if not all) of my east coast friends will not be able to attend.
And after waking up early, flying to Ohio (in a plane, but still), sound checking, doing a show, and attending an opening night party, I must say that I am utterly exhausted.
There are a few things that are flitting around in my head now, asking to be written, but I will simply go with the most obvious. I am currently staying at a Double Tree Hotel and if you didn't know, they hand out chocolate chip cookies from the front desk like it's Christmas. And not just any cookies, either.
I have already had two. And I haven't even spent one night here yet.
All I have to say is that it is a very good thing I am not here longer than one week.
Oh, and one more thing. I just saw a commercial for this stuff that promises to grow your eyelashes. Okay, cool. Sounds good, right? Wait. What about that part they slip in at the end of the add in which they warn you that the substance could actually change the color of your irises?
Like, the window to your soul.
All you want is some sensibly longer eyelashes and all of the sudden the window to your soul is a different color.
Not worth it, not in my opinion.
Keep your eye color. Wear mascara.
It really can do wonders for those blond tips.