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jianantonicOnly 50 days left 'til Falcon Ridge! :)
I am so earwormed. Today at work, I was singing whenever I wasn't on the phone. I've got to get these nails off so I can play my guitar again. I promised Jordan I'd bring it in next week and let him teach me some stuff. Emily G still has to teach me "Orphan Girl." Supposedly it's easy.
Last year at Falcon Ridge, on Friday, the skies opened. We watched and prayed that our tents would hold up, all huddling under the lobby, but not necessarily staying particularly dry. And we sang. And we sang some more. And we were happy, for the most part. And then we sang "Great Day," by EFO, and the rain stopped. And the night was beautiful. Cool from the rain, but not to soggy, and not too wet to enjoy the concerts of the evening. I also first learned about Dan Bern that day. We were playing some silly "guess who I am" game and Ellen Buckley was Dan Bern. I wasn't really all that interested at first, but then this morning, when I stumbled across a Dan Bern live video on hakmusic.com, I listened to it, and I must say, I love it. The song is "A New American Language," and I MUST have it. So I ordered the album this morning.
I'm mostly in a good mood now except that I'm a little irritated that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
andrew2themx isn't online now to tell me that yes, he is definitely coming with us to FRFF. But I already told Shelly he was coming anyway, so hopefully it's just a matter of time. If he ends up not being able to come, I won't hate him forever, but I will be truly broken-hearted. The same goes for Do-na-na and Emily G, although we already know she won't be coming until 2006 at the earliest. Be that as it may...Falcon Ridge is the best place on earth.
Peace.
EDIT: I can't believe I left this out originally! So at work today, Chris asks me if I've heard. Heard what? Then you definitely haven't heard. Okay. So, yesterday, this woman got locked out of her room and called for maintenance to come check out her lock (because it was a lock, not key, issue). For whatever reason, it took maintenance 5.5 hours to respond. Why she didn't call back and raise a stink, I don't know, but by the time they got there to let her in the unit, she had shit herself. No kidding, pooped in her pants right there on the front porch. And stood in it for 5 hours. Yum!
I am so earwormed. Today at work, I was singing whenever I wasn't on the phone. I've got to get these nails off so I can play my guitar again. I promised Jordan I'd bring it in next week and let him teach me some stuff. Emily G still has to teach me "Orphan Girl." Supposedly it's easy.
Last year at Falcon Ridge, on Friday, the skies opened. We watched and prayed that our tents would hold up, all huddling under the lobby, but not necessarily staying particularly dry. And we sang. And we sang some more. And we were happy, for the most part. And then we sang "Great Day," by EFO, and the rain stopped. And the night was beautiful. Cool from the rain, but not to soggy, and not too wet to enjoy the concerts of the evening. I also first learned about Dan Bern that day. We were playing some silly "guess who I am" game and Ellen Buckley was Dan Bern. I wasn't really all that interested at first, but then this morning, when I stumbled across a Dan Bern live video on hakmusic.com, I listened to it, and I must say, I love it. The song is "A New American Language," and I MUST have it. So I ordered the album this morning.
I'm mostly in a good mood now except that I'm a little irritated that
andrew2themx isn't online now to tell me that yes, he is definitely coming with us to FRFF. But I already told Shelly he was coming anyway, so hopefully it's just a matter of time. If he ends up not being able to come, I won't hate him forever, but I will be truly broken-hearted. The same goes for Do-na-na and Emily G, although we already know she won't be coming until 2006 at the earliest. Be that as it may...Falcon Ridge is the best place on earth.Peace.
EDIT: I can't believe I left this out originally! So at work today, Chris asks me if I've heard. Heard what? Then you definitely haven't heard. Okay. So, yesterday, this woman got locked out of her room and called for maintenance to come check out her lock (because it was a lock, not key, issue). For whatever reason, it took maintenance 5.5 hours to respond. Why she didn't call back and raise a stink, I don't know, but by the time they got there to let her in the unit, she had shit herself. No kidding, pooped in her pants right there on the front porch. And stood in it for 5 hours. Yum!
