The Victor Wooten CD I got turned out to be a little disappointing. Aside from the opening three tracks, there isn't really very much that has a super-catchy hook. Although there were a few times while I was listening to it that I spontaneously dropped the F-bomb because I was shocked at how skillful Wooten's bass playing was.
Anyhoo, I drove Carrie over to Lisa's (actually she drove over there with me as a passenger so that I could drive the car back home without her) so that she and Lisa could go to a private jewelry show thing in Federal Way. She came home with some good ideas about her upcoming show.
There was a Laguna Beach marathon on, so I hunkered down in the office here and wrote an article: my first actual album review. But since it's an article, it kinda has some irreverent parts. Anyhoo, you should read it NOW!
Album Review: Shut Up... The Grownups Are Talking
In the PM I drove to Olympia to do Fools Play. It was a really excellent show: Lookin' for Love. In the opening scene I played a Dodo bird. I completely busted up Geoff, and at one point I made Taisha burst out laughing: Mike (a Flamingo or something like that) was looking at a family tree.
MIKE: Wow, look at this tree! It says all birds are related; that we all came from the Great Egg.
ME: And we all go to the Great Grave!
That was pretty much it for Taisha, but then later in that same conversation I followed up with:
MIKE: Wow, this family tree is an amazing find!
ME: I made it!
It was a really high-energy night, and we got the crowd to repeatedly do a very complicated chant with hand motions and everything, and they all did it and enjoyed it every time. It included the phrases "Love Match!" and "F-ed up Magic Show!" and screaming "NOOOOOOO!" like Darth Vader at the end of Episode III, as well as a dance about living in the "dogloo," and doing the "quote" symbol with your fingers as if you were exercising.
Afterwards EVERYBODY went to Red Robin (almost everybody). I sat next to a huge Asian guy named Alex who was in the military. He had scars all over his arms.
While we were at the Robin it started to rain really hard. Just pour. The drive home was really scary, because half the time my tires were spinning 'round and 'round without actually gripping the pavement. By the time I got home (which took a long time because I couldn't drive over 55 without sliding all over the place) I was all tense and had a headache from concentrating on driving so hard. But Clone High was on in the bedroom, so all was good, baby!
