I keep writing these extremely long journal entries and then waiting a month to write the next one.
Post-Halloween: Helix and friends held a really cool Halloween party about two weeks after Halloween (around mid-November) at an American Legion meeting house or something. It was a nice clash of realities, because you had to drive to this clubhouse that looked like it would be the Royal Order of the Water Buffalo, but when we got closer, it was definitely a Halloween party, with cool lights, DJs, the whole nine yards.
I wore my "salesman" costume again, but this time powdered up my face and wore black lipstick: Death of a Salesman! (pause for big laffs) Josh went way futuro, with plastic clothing and glo-sticks and glo-stars glues all over him. I played Yatsura's "Glo-stars" song while he was gluing them on, natch. Andrew, Jay, and Gary just went as themselves, happening people that they are. I met up with a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a long time, including Doron, and I met a bunch of new people I have no hope of remembering.
Life: I have no life. Andrew is really getting into cooking lately, and not just things like mac & cheese or ravioli. He's cooking ambitious things like pot roast, pepper steak, and leg of lamb. Things that cause vegetarians to recoil in horror. But the strange thing is that most of them turn out great! Since he stays at Rob's a lot, frequently we will go over there on weekend mornings and cook breakfast: pancakes, bacon, biscuits & gravy, egg scrambles, and coffee. This is practically the definition of a weekend morning for me.
Rabbit flew in on Saturday morning and we spent most of the past weekend practicing, with a few breaks for food and to go up to the Red Vic to watch Hedwig and the Angry Inch again. We actually practiced 21 songs, which is far more than we could do in a single set, but since we're playing two shows (Friday and Saturday), we'll probably just do different songs on different nights. We're sounding a lot better, I think, and this time I'm playing bass a lot more, so I'm trying to do that more competently.
Strick came in a week or so ago, but he's been pretty busy catching up with everyone since he got here -- I think this is his first visit since the spring! Somehow he and Commie have gotten on bad terms, so Commie's been peeing on Strick's stuff and scratching him when he's around. I don't know why, but I wonder if maybe Commie can sense that Strick always forgets he's a boy-cat and calls him "she". ;)
After @Home died, Andrew got fed up with cable modem service entirely, so I hooked him and Strick together and he joined the LLIC. It was the first time I'd been to it since it moved to Brat's basement, and it reminded me that I should join, as soon as I build a new scrap machine.
I can't believe it's almost Christmas.