post no. 27

well, this isn't a continuation of my journey to the manhattan school, but i need to write about some current happenings before i continue the rest of that chronicle.

we had chip valley rehearsal tonight. it sucked. tenor trombone wasn't nice to me. tomorrow will be better, i'm sure. becker made us laugh, which i definitely needed (and desperately need right now). he basically just made an entrance in the wrong place, but the visual exchange between him and nobu was funny enough for colin and i to crack up and begin our spatula choreography. then we continued laughing and couldn't play. it was great.

after the rehearsal we went to the house and made chicken. it was friggen delicious. and it was done just in time for us to eat it and run to the hastings house to watch the special conan o'brian episode of him in finland. i don't watch much tv these days, but it was fantastic to watch conan with a bunch of cool guys.

the drinking sabbatical continues and it is getting harder by the day. why did i decide to do this again? oh yeah, i want to get the crap out of here.

actually, i don't really WANT to leave eau claire. i like it here. i love my friends and i'm going to miss them sooooo much. but, i do need to move on i guess... i just wish moving on involved staying here with my friends.

so, anyways, i just had a good walk home from the house. it is absolutely gorgeous outside. the stars were out, the moon was bright, and it was warm and smelled of spring. settings like that always get me thinking, which is exactly why i chose to walk home instead of getting a ride from my dear friend colin. i needed to do some good old fashioned thinking. i'll be mysterious and keep my thoughts off this blog because it's not the most appropriate place for me to share what i had to think about. it involves people, places, and things. just like on the wheel of fortune. and isn't the wheel of fortune just one big metaphor for life? i mean, you have a pretty woman (vanna white), a buddy who helps you out(pat sajak...he tries), money problems, and random successes and losses. sounds like life to me.

gosh, i think it's bed time now. my random thought meter is telling me to quit writing now. did i mention that i haven't had a drink in a while?

with much love,
james