07.10.05

Severe lack of motivation has hampered my will to write for this blog. Sometimes it's better to give in--at least for a little while. It gives me time to soak up some more experiences in the vain hope that it might be interesting to someone besides myself and my fellow experiencers.

Had a Vinos gig last evening at Kelly's Olympian. It's in Southwest Portland (a.k.a. the land of the club kid wanna-be clones who still remember their first beer) and has motorcycles hanging from the ceiling. And neon signs. And mirrors. I am told that it's a total meet market. The gig went well. The guys sounded great. I danced two more songs (four! four songs--I was pooped) than I have in the past. Glad to say that no one seemed bored.

I must be ovulating or something. The boys are crawling out of the woodwork. Hell, I was the lucky recipient of a "drunk dial" at 01:29 this morning. Dang. There was some discussion on the caller's part as to whether or not it qualified as a drunk dial because he and I have never slept together..or even dozed. *laugh*

I've been spending a lot of time going over older writings--doing some polishing and buffing. I also just found out that my wonderful scriptwriting teacher from PCC is now the literary manager for a local theatre. I'm wracking my brain and trying to come up with ideas for an easily-produced, innovative, provocative play to submit to her. It's easier to send your babies out when you know the people that you're sending them to. Am I a scaredy-cat? Maybe. But I'm also in the mode of doing what I love to do and if it pans out, that's great. Otherwise, at least I'm doing things that I love doing. And what more does life have to offer?

(Goodness, that's a tangent and a half.)

*grin*

Oh. Goodness. I feel the muse kicking me in the shins. I better go.

Be fabulous, darlings.

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