Coty w/a T arrives!

Ich bin hier!  Wilkommen zu mir!  

Anyway, I'm starting this "blog" (as the kids are calling it nowadays) with the hopes that I'll autobiograph my life.  I've never been effective at keeping a diary, journal, or any other kind of regular update.  I'm rather sure that this will be the same, but let's give it the ol' college try.

I have eaten more sushi in the past week than I have my entire life, and it's a beautiful thing!  Let me tell you, having good sushi on a buffet is probably as close to heaven as I'll get this week.  Apparently, there are several exquisite Asian restaurants nearby -- of course, I'd have to find that out when I have less than a month in this area.  Oh well...

I taught Marissa and Kristy to knit today.  So rewarding... you know, in another, more business-oriented life, I would love to own a yarn store.  I would have to know math, though.  I have a degree in music, after all -- I only had to know how to count to four.  

Speaking of which, I have yet to hear from the University of Nevada Las Vegas (UNLV) officially.  Not that I need to make plans or anything, but I do have to move in about a month or so.  I really do hope that they offer me lots and lots of money to attend... that's not too much to ask, is it?  

I have a list of songs to record whenever I can get the chance.  I've had plenty of time lately, but my voice hasn't cooperated.  Even with plenty of sleep, minimal alcohol, and no cigarettes, my voice decides to be a diva now.  Way to go, trachea.  Bitch.

:: moment of "whhhaaaa???" ::

So... Steel Blue.  Ever heard of it?  Rather hilarious, really.  It's this lesbian bar close to my house.  I kept seeing it on the way home for work, the little lights all lit up, the chain-link fence, the "steel blue" colored warehouse of a building, but wen I would drive by during the daytime, it was gone.  Unless I have my own personal David Copperfield, there's no way that sucker could have just up and moved overnight.  All I could see that vaguely resembled the spot was am auto repair and body shop.  I know, I know... was my sub-conscience being clever?  I kept trying to find this little dive, just for kicks (and to prove that I wasn't nuts), but just couldn't find it.  Finally, I pulled in one evening to get a closer look, and lo and behold, it was the same damned place!  Tune-ups by day, throw-downs by night.

One week later, I stopped laughing.  I mean, it's just perfect.  So convenient.  It's like putting a martini bar and dance club in a Pier 1 Imports.  They go together like sequins and drag shows.  Just saying...