You know how we always post about the negative things that happen to us? Well not all the time but it happens a lot. I'm as big an offender of that as anyone.

Well, I here's a fairly positive post:

Yesterday after spending the last three and a half days in lovely Harrisburg Pennsylvania at a training session for the place I work (for now) I returned to DC thinking that I should probably get some rest. But all I did while in Harrisburg was lie around the hotel read and write. And since I knew I was going to be hitting the road again to go to my sister's graduation up in Poughkeepsie I figured I ain't gonna have much of a weekend so I better get started now.

One of my favorite bands in the world, the Walkmen were playing at the 9:30 Club. I swung by not even sure if there were tickets available, I wasn't sure if the Walkmen were capable of selling out the 9:30 Club or not. I didn't think so but this city can be so weird that way sometimes. ANYWAY, when I get up to the ticket booth I am pleasantly surprised to see my gal pal Jeannie working the ticket booth! So she put me on her guest list and I got in for free!

Having only three dollars cash on me and knowing I'd probably want a beer and/or a t-shirt I went downstairs to the ATM. I put my card in, enter my PIN and push the $40 button. But when I reach down to pick up the cash I realize that there's an extra twenty there. I looked around to see if the guy in front of me was still around but he had since gone and I had no idea what he looked like. It was a white guy and you know how you all look the same. ;)

So it's like I got paid $20 bucks to go to a show! So random white guy at the Walkmen show, thank you for the brand new t-shirt as well as part of the beer I drank. I just know that somewhere down the line, I'll give this shirt to a thrift store and that same dude that left the twenty will and go to that thrift store and see the Walkmen shirt and buy it. Then, he'll go have a beer somewhere with the cash he saved by buying a Walkmen shirt from a thrift store. And all will be right with the world.

But I digress.

So after the show, I went to the Diner to flirt with my newest waitress-crush (because apparently it's mandatory that have a crush on a Diner waitress at least once every six months.) And I ask her how she's doing, and she's "okay." And I ask her why she's only doing "okay" and she says because she just broke up with her boyfriend.

Dude. Are you kidding me? Doesn't somebody somewhere say that good things come in threes? And that doesn't even account for the fact that my little sis is graduating from Vassar this weekend! ALSO, after going to this training that my employers paid for (I saved every receipt and you best believe it's ALL going on my expense report) I'm even more determined to resign from this freakin' job I have.

But enough about that. That's a whole different topic. This about an amazing mini-string of good luck that happened last night.

Can I also add that I used to think I could only do my best writing as soon as I got up in the morning but I've discovered over the last week or so that I can now write at any time of the day, I just need lots of coffee. I suppose being stuck in a hotel with very limited social options kinda helped but I also wrote while at the Diner last night. That may have been fueled by hormones.

Anyway, that is all for now. Off to Poughkeepsie.

(Dang this was a lot longer than I intended, sorry.)

Man... so a few weeks ago I thought it'd be rad to get a tattoo of a peanut butter-jelly ying yang.. in the shape of a slice of bread.
I had sort of heard of that "peanut butter jelly time" song, but I just found out it is by something called "the ying yang twins" so that kind of makes my idea even dumber.
I still might try to work out something else, like a holy trinity, or a pentacle, or some other sacred symbol.
or maybe I wont

Can you actually believe this crappy tortise looking thing is on the first page of a FEMA publication? This guy wouldn't even pass the art institute test. No wonder NOLA was a disaster, they can't even hire good graphic artists!

1. Is day-old, unrefridgerated Inari more or less safe than two-day-old, unrefridgerated Odwalla?

2. What is leadership, to you?

3. Where do you hide your boogers? Does that ever backfire?

4. What do you use clipboards for?

5. How do you decide whether to take your new girlfriend to your old ex-girlfriend's weekend-cabin-party, or whether to go at all?