The cats are back home after having to "fog" our house to kill the ants. Kinda stressful, but good in the way that emergencies can make you feel warm and fuzzy inside when your friends will take in 3 pets around town last minute.
Austin and I were both off today to spring clean... unpunx, I know. We really were slipping on the house though. Plus our one-year move in date is coming up soon; that's probably a good time to actually sweep under the couches, eh?
At least I have a good home situation. I love my home, my community of friends, our bike shop garage. May brings some worries as we'll be losing Das Fun Haus, Porch Honkey, and Thundy House all at the same time. That leaves the Kitchen, which is good, but not much else in the way of places to have shows. I'm sure Fixed Maquis will start riding/working on bikes again soon too; that's something else to look forward to.
Friday night knocked my socks off so hard that I'm still reeling in happiness from it. I did show up underdressed for Inferno; what was I thinking? Met new kids, saw old friends, our first adopted son met our new one and I still don't know how that went... ha. Security tried to pull a boy off the stage and Jack Terricloth pushed the guard away and pushed the boy into a stagedive. Beautiful. Inferno always keeps me going, even though my 2 dear friends who introduced me to them didn't show. How do we go almost 2 years without seeing each other, but I'm still going on a roadtrip to your wedding? That's true friendz.
On that note: I will always keep my faith in humanity remembering the friends that you can go years barely speaking to, but everything picks up right where you left off when you see each other again. Sometimes it's a little harder to have this faith after a bad day at work.. ha.. but it still keeps me going when I worry that I'm losing touch.
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ReplyDeleteKristin, it's Cody. I too have recently started one of these guys.
ReplyDeleteIn response to that last paragraph, in many ways I feel closer to my Illinois friends than my Utah friends. I'm not the best when it comes to keeping in touch no matter how close you live to me. When I see Utah friends I haven't seen for months it can feel weird, especially with the inevitable, "we should hang out soon" line that we both know probably won't happen.
But when I make my semi-bi-annual trip to Illinois its all about hanging the fuck out. Doing some amount of catching up while going on as if we had hung out 5 days before. I only realized how amazing that was a few weeks ago when I decided I needed to go back for the last Devil's Pie show.