In my mind, I am a blues singer.
This morning on the bus, I was listening to some Susan Tedeschi and in my mind, it was me singing over at the Kingston Mines with my friends all near the front stage cheering me on. What a fucking dork I am. I need to get these vocal nodes removed and do something with this dream. I decided yesterday I need something to be passionate about, and since the men surrounding me suck and my job is dull, I'll have to find my happiness elsewhere.
Last night, me and two of my girls went to Side Tracks for showtunes night. How fun was that, I ask you? Super duper! All these gay cute boys and gay older gentlemen and their straight, theater-loving girlfriends belting out musical numbers, some going as far as to know the choreography! I will definitely return, that was so up my alley. It made me realize how much I miss having a creative outlet in my life. I used to be in shows and musicals. I used to sing. I used to paint and sculpt. Now I go out to eat. I watch TV. I go to bars. I sit on my porch and watch my roommates smoke. Whooptie fucking doo. It is time for me to take back what has been missing in my life besides money and a man.
I am going to start by getting my fanny back into the animal shelter and volunteering. Starting tomorrow, I am going to be playing and washing my precious puppies once again. And I decided if I don't kill the plant I bought at Target on Sunday, I am going to try and procure myself a pet. I desperately want a puppy to call my own, but I may have to go with something a lot less high-maintenance. Chi-chi-chi-chia!
I am also going to MAYBE try out for a show. I don't think I am ready for a musical quite yet... I was trying to sing while walking home last night and my voice is absolutely horrifying. I could not hit over half the notes in the song "Criminal" which is a totally alto song. I used to be a flippin' soprano for cripes sake! Years of drinking/screaming/talking/laughing/smoking/being choked will seriously fuck up your throat.
I was known in college as "the creative one" but the only time I ever really get creative anymore is figuring out how to clean my room without really cleaning it. Oh, that and how to hide my love handles using different black tops. But other than that, I got nuthin'. I could really go for some apple and cinnamon oatmeal right now.
Oh the weekend. It was aight. Went out to the clubs with the girls. Pretentious. Cha-chis everywhere. Untz untz untz music. So not my scene. The CroBar? Give me a break, like I am slipping you a $20 so I have the distinct pleasure of seeing some guy with a huge discs in his earlobes stick his hand down the back of some other guys tight leather pants. Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather be at the Wiener Circle.
Saturday I went to Taste of Lincoln all day. My friend lives right where the festival was taking place, so we didn't pay to get in, nor did we pay for beer thanks to the 3 kegs he bought for his king-size kegarator. It was a pretty solid turn out. We went back to the festival the next day to see Mike and Joe, who I believe to be the best cover band ever. They play a bunch of different alternativey, fun songs and always sound exactly like who ever they are covering. After them was Hairbanger's Ball, who everyone in my age bracket absolutely adores. How fun is standing in a huge group of your friends, fingers splayed up in the air, banging your head and screaming at the top of your lungs to "Here I Go Again On My Own!"
2 Things Bethany Is Excited About:
#1. Going camping/canoeing this weekend in Michigan with my roommates and other assorted friends. We are going to vodka-tize a watermelon, make S'mores and float down a river in central Michigan. Can't hardly wait.
#2. Two of my dearest friends are driving up from Indy next weekend to visit and see my new place. I am throwing a party while they are here, and I could not be more excited to spend some quality time with them.
So, I am off to start my new creative endeavors. What ever those turn out to be. Holy shit, I just typed that sentence without looking down at my fingers! And that last one, I kinda looked down. But damn it, I have to believe in myself just a bit more. I spend so much time typing (and re-typing) that it would be so much easier to train myself not to have to look down. That way when I get canned for slacking off and have to become a secretary, I will be more efficient.