a question in the air...

i went out for "lunch" (as in, it was a couple hours after the normal 12pm lunchtime, as well as my first meal of the day...) w/ my grandmother since i had to miss the mother's day dinner last night 'cuz of work...i was gonna take my mom too but she said she wasn't feeling well so i told her i'd make her go tomorrow...we ate at Nam King...afterwards, on the drive to midtown, i stopped by that Salvation Army in Raleigh, the pawn shop right next to it, and that Cat's a few stores down (i've found good stuff cheap in its used bins before...) but none of them had anything for me in my brief ganderings...after work i went to Brad's...checked my email and found this:
Robert,
I can't promise you the opening slot for B.Pond, but I would like to have
your band play on a show or two. I need an opener @ The Map Room for this
Friday for a band called "The Star Death" and on 5/23 with a band called
"The Secret Machines"
Let me know if you're interested and if all goes well, I'll do what I can
for you on the
B.Pond show.
Chris
i haven't talked to Paul yet, (he should be getting off work soon) but hopefully we'll be able to do the 23rd show...i already wrote him back saying some of us were working this friday and would talk to the others about the other show...*i* think we could be ready by then...we'll need a little work still, but i think we can pull it off...we'll see...so MAYBE The Family Ghost's 3rd show will be happening a bit sooner than expected...(and only just over 9 months since the 2nd...god...) Brad and i went to Justin's where we watched The Virgin Suicides...it was quite good...¡fin!

it's semi-official:

THE FAMILY GHOST !!!!!!LIVE!!!!!! @ THE MAP ROOM: NEXT THURSDAY, MAY 23
BE THERE OR PEEEEEEEEEERIIIIII-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-ISH!!!!!!!!! (sometime w/in the next 100 years or so...)

also, i finished making her mix tape tonight...may it stomp her ballz thoroughly...and yea, if this show ends up being a disaster, at least "disaster" is one of the funniest words ever...especially if it ends up being a total "DISASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ...i'll also take this moment to share a tale of what an idiot i am that i forgot about days ago upon its happening...driving down to get my car, in West Helena we stopped to ask someone where a street was (which ended up being the next street over)...i was the one that got out...then a minute later we were at the garage...i noticed that a certain blank check for the work was missing...we searched Justin's car but it couldn't be found, then it hit me...so we drove back and passing the place we stopped at, i saw a conspicuous white spot on the median...so i dodged a truck and made it across and had the luck of getting the check back...hopefully this is something completely unrelated to my booking a show next week...

the biggest fucking idiot ever!

i was woken up this morning by a call from Camy...Richard was sick and had to go to the hospital and she asked me to come in for an hour durring lunch...so i drug myself out of bed and went...it wasn't busy at all...i made a total of four deliveries (she almost let me go before the last two, but i was like "can't i take one more run?" as it would've sucked leaving and having only made two deliveries...) here's what went down for the last order: it all started when he called, i was the one that also happened to have taken the order...after he gives me the phone number:
"okay, 91 N Belvedere #8?"
"no, that's #7"
"okay then, so that's 91 N Belvedere #7? what will you be having? ..."
then i'm taking the order, i go to 81 N Belvedere #7...the guy that lives there didn't order anything...well maybe it was the apartment number he originally told me so i went upstairs but they didn't order either...so i call him back:
"now you're at 91 N Belvedere...?"
"no, that's 190"
"okay, 190 N Belvedere #7?"
"right"
SO, i go looking for that before i quickly realize that there is no 190 N Belvedere...it ends just before it gets there...so i call back again and this woman answers and tells me he's outside
"well could you tell me where 190 N Belvedere is?"
then she proceeds to tell me that it's not on Belvedere, it's on Auburndale...190 N Auburndale #7...and THEN i get there and the motherfucker doesn't even give me a fucking tip...the order was like $9.68...
"i just have a 20, could i get a 10 back?"
CUNT! i had two 10s...and even three 5s...i would have given him ten 1s had i not only had nine...so i gave him a 5 and five 1s...'cuz he's a fucking cunt...i REALLY wish i had thought to say
"sir, you gave me the wrong address TWICE...i've been driving around looking for the wrong places...the least you could do is give me a tip..."
oh well...i hope he fucking chokes on that 12" sandwich w/ cheddar, mozarella, turkey, and roast beef (nothing else on it at all...) and not only did this fucking cretin tell me the wrong address twice, but he even corrected it twice...but he was too fucking stupid to handle more than one variable at one time, i guess...and the fact that it was already in the computer as 91 N Belvedere #8 makes me think that he called before giving EVERY single fucking part of the address wrong...the apartment number, the address number, and the fucking street...i guess i'm done here...Camy did give me $10 just for coming in...that's cool...

oh yes, i had also meant to say that everyone, now knowing where this bastard lives, should go to his apartment and break a bunch of stuff...and/or spread feces around...and those out of towners could simply mail him dead rats or something along those lines...thank you for your time...