Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Some Truth To That
It wasn't sold out, but he drew a decent crowd:
Inside the Byrd theater.:
Harp and alcove:
In other news: I'm still broke.
I was telling a female friend about my job troubles and of my fear that I would soon be living on the floor of the radio station. She told me not to worry, that if it got bad, she had an extra couch, plenty of space and that I was welcome to stay with her as long as I needed. Her place, she told me, seemed "sorta empty" since her boyfriend moved out after their break-up earlier this year.
Break-up? Hot damn!
I'll move in, fix her a lovely supper, let her win a few games of Scrabble and then we'll fall in love and live happily ever after.
Sounds like a plan, I thought.
"Thank you, I might wind up needing a place to stay pretty soon", I told her before rushing home to set about the business of getting evicted from my apartment...it is not a difficult thing to accomplish, but I didn't feel like waiting the customary 60-90 days...I had an invitation, after all.
Well, it's a good thing I dropped by to visit my generous friend before I got myself kicked out of my current home...in my fevered mind, I had imagined a much different scenario than what I saw at her place.
Her Extra Couch:
"You can park behind the sofa", she advised me, "just be sure to push the trash cans out to the curb on Thursday mornings before the garbage truck comes. You can use the mattress if you want- I threw it out when my boyfriend gave me the crabs, but it has been rained on a lot since then, so it might be clean now."
Hmmm, I thought, the only thing worse than returning to my old job would be to spend the winter holidays living outdoors on a lice-infested mattress in the backyard of an unrequited love interest.
I return to work on Monday.