M+K = Success

Margaux is going to save me and she's going to save my blog.

We decided tonight that we would be each other's blogspiration. Every week we are going to come up with an idea for a post and both write about it in our separate blogs. I'm really excited to have some accountability/encouragement, but even more excited to see how the same idea manifests differently in our writing styles and life experiences.

Margaux is one of my oldest friends. We've gone from high school to adulthood together. We've traveled together. We've been desperate for jobs and boyfriends together. We've seen endless shows together and shared a million bands with each other. I respect her immensely and can't wait to see where project blogovation goes.

Stay tuned for more regular updates. As soon as Margaux's blog goes public, you'll have the link (and by "you" I mean the 2-4 people I know who read this).

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BBQ waft

I smell like barbeque.

After dining at Podnah's tonight (which was great, but they were out of WAY too many things considering it was only 7 when we got there... baked beans, collard greens, chips, pecan pie...) I smell like 2007. I'm remembering the days of working at Baldy's, coming away with smoky hair, saucy shirts and a nightly decision to make: do I rush home to take a shower or just go to the bar smelling like shit because I need a gin and tonic from the D&D more than I need to smell better?

I worked in restaurants for so many years. Tonight I commented to my friends how excited I was for the first summer in a really long time that I won't be working in a restaurant. Oh, you guys are all meeting at Amnesia for a sunny evening beer? Sure, I can join you. Going camping this weekend? Hey cool, I'll come. Last Thursday? I'd love to be a part of the crowd instead of waiting on it. I worked in a restaurant every single summer home from college and then for three years afterward. I can't tell you how many things I missed out on.

Things are different now. I sleep less. I move less. I drink less. I hate myself less. On the other hand, there was a time when I felt like I could do anything. I was just saving money for the "next step." Which I guess is here. We are starting a new marriage equality campaign at work that makes me excited to be doing what I'm doing. We are helping to change things that I care about. We are actually doing something. And I'm getting paid along the way. That feels good.

The things I'm not doing, which keep creeping up into my subconscious are as follows: learning the violin so that I can feel sophisticated and finally find my calling, getting a typewriter to write a book, getting a record player to create a false sense of nostalgia so that I can write a book and finding answers to unanswered questions, mainly about some ghosts that keep haunting me. They're metaphorical. Come on, I don't believe in ghosts.

I do believe in aliens. And if you don't, we need to have a talk. I wrote my senior high school final paper on why, mathematically, aliens MUST and therefore DO exist. So there. I'll find it if you need convincing.

Here's a video for you to watch if you haven't already.
http://www.youtube.com/user/bangerangmedia?feature=mhum#p/a/u/0/2MfhZjDVmB8

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