…but your favorite Kat is still around. I worked a whoooooole lot in April, so that entire month just sort of disappeared when I wasn’t looking. And I’ve started off May with a little too much work already, but I’m trying to get a grip on it before it gets out of hand.
Let’s see. I saw Clutch in their acoustic alterego at The Peel last week with Scott (love you, Scottster, smooches!) and that was quite nice. The crowd was well behaved except for a couple crazies, and of course, no concert would be complete without random tall guys standing in front of me so I have to lean to one side to see. Good stuff, though. And hey, was that Mark F. from Vic Crown I saw when I was leaving?? Thought so, but you were all wrapped up in conversation and didn’t want to interrupt. Long time, no see!
Had a massive allergy attack last week, too. A major snotstorm. TMI? Whatever. Any time I reign it in, I end up with a nosebleed. A giant snotfest, or a staining nosebleed. Can’t win. Piss off, pollen, just piss off.
Had to bury a cat over the weekend. Got run over in front of my house. An accident, of course, but the driver never stopped, and that’s ridiculous. Minime is so sad about it. Me, too, but I have to put on a little bit of a gameface to support her.
Chiquita’s baby shower was also this past weekend. Good times! Oh, the video games—forget this chitchat opening presents ooooing and ahhhhing blah blah, let’s play Galaga!! Next baby, Chiquita, let’s just eat and play Galaga. And sing “Tainted Love.”
Have my tix to CrueFest, taking baby bro with me. And I’ve ordered my tix to STP in August, so let’s all hope Scott Weiland doesn’t OD or end up in jail/rehab along the way so I can enjoy my realllllllllllllly good presale seats.
And now that I have my tickets, I am broke as hell. Broke broke. Like, ramen noodles broke. And that really bites. Send money.
Ok. Just Galaga and Ms Pac-Man and kareoke. Good deal. Btw thanks for the shower. =)