(e)tv: Summer Brings a Lack of Wookies

I’m a bad goth chick, as I have never had the time/money/will to commit to going down to Atlanta for 4 days for Dragon Con. I don’t travel well, and I work a lot. In truth, had the recession not hit me this year, I probably would have made it because my sis lives in Atlanta now, which would at least allow me to save on hotel money. Instead of actually going to Dragon Con, I went down to hang out, do whatever, and do a little people-watching.

Despite Atlanta being only 4 hours away, I hadn’t driven there in my 13 years of living in Nashville. I didn’t realize it was so close, and my fear of driving over Mont Eagle was based mainly on childhood memories. In reality, the drama and slope of Mont Eagle only lasts four miles and isn’t really that bad, unless it’s raining or snowing.

I got to Atlanta late Saturday afternoon, and my sister, her friend, Elizabeth, and I took a cab over to the Marriott Marquis (chosen for it’s easy lobby-viewing) to scope out the array of storm troopers, anime characters, and Princess Leias. There was a strong Wolverine representation, which is fine by me on account of the “sideburns” factor. While I stood around saying, “is that a guy? if that’s a guy, he’s hot….if not, never mind,” my sister developed a crush on a gaggle of dudes dressed as Halo characters. Maybe it was Gears of War. I suck at first-person shooters.

This would be a good time to mention that, in addition to Dragon Con, Atlanta was also hosting a Black Gay Pride gathering, an Alabama/Virginia Tech game, and a NASCAR function of some sort. Where else can you witness dudes in burgundy visors (backward, of course) posing for pictures with Predator or a four-foot-ten Gene Simmons?

After the Marriott, we went to a sushi/Thai place, hit a random book store, a bar called The Graveyard (hearse out front? check.), and my sister’s regular bar. I had a couple random blue drinks, which is my fallback whenever a bartender doesn’t know how to make a Blue Valium.

The next day, we had brunch and then went over to little five points. I know, I know. It’s touristy and cheesy, but I had never been and I needed to witness Junkman’s Daughter at least once. We also went to a couple of “thrift stores,” which were mere like vintage stores. For those of you saying, “what’s the difference?” I say, “about 40 bucks.”

After confirming that I was, in fact, mentally prepared to witness Ikea on a Sunday, we went over to witness the seething humanity at the local Ikea. It was fabulous, but in a sort of “I don’t need to do this for at least another year” sort of way, as Ikea is a lot like Disney world, but with crazy Swedish names instead of rides.

Everybody was pretty worn out at that point, so I headed on back to Nashville to put together some video:

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Caturday Catch-Up

I have just spent 1700 bucks in about 30 minutes. I am either in the champagne room of a strip club that opens in the morning, or I’m paying bills. Pick which ever makes you happiest. So, what’s to catch up on this week?

You already know about my Whole Foods dinner with Emily and Lesley, but I didn’t tell you about dinner with Katy and Alex. I’ve been having some feelings of guilt because I haven’t written my character’s part for episode 1 of our sitcom. Hopefully, my recent habit of driving to Kentucky for family crap hasn’t killed the momentum of the project. Katy and I are meeting next week to get together and write our respective parts.

As for Alex, he wants me to play some piano stuff for some of his songs. He likes to just have people come over and see what happens, but Euclid (a 188-pound digital piano, complete with speaker cabinet) doesn’t travel too well. I think the plan for now is that I’ll sit and come up with some riffs (are they even CALLED riffs if you do it on a piano?) and video tape them. Then, I’ll send this to Alex and he’ll pick through and decide which segments of my dicking around (if any) he wants to use. After we have enough stuff to make the journey worthwhile, we’ll either take my piano to his house or bring his computer to mine, both of which are kind of in the “pain in the ass” category. We’ll see what happens.

I haven’t forgotten about the (e)tv stuff. I’ve just lost a lot of time in the last couple of weeks and, much as I would enjoy spending half a day writing, recording, and editing a rant about Chili’s, there’s just not time for it this weekend. I’m totally backed up on freelance work, cleaning, working out and piano-playing. The freelance work needs to get done asap, as I already feel like a dick for taking so long on what I’ve already got on my plate. Everybody’s been totally cool about me getting nothing done cause I’ve been in Kentucky, but I hate having to push work back anyway. My problems are not their problems, and my drama shouldn’t be leaking into their lives like that.

Anywho, the bills are paid, the coffee is consumed, and the laundry’s dry, so I have to go fold laundry, work out, and get my butt to Starbucks so I can design some stuff. It’s already noon. Tick tock tick tock.