Six Feet Under in Pajamas with the Dalloways and Chick-Lit
Last week was a little rough. I say rough because my pajamas saw more daylight than they usually do. After 8 hours a day with the
Management Consultants, the only thing I had the energy for after work was putting on my pajamas, curling up on the couch and watching season one of
Six Feet Under.
It turns out you can watch 13 hours of Six Feet Under in one week…
By Thursday night my anxiety-ridden
hair twirling was at an all time high and all I wanted to do was shut out the world. I had had it up to HERE with the Management Consultants and I didn’t know if I’d survive another day with them. Escaping into the dark world of the
Fishers was the only thing keeping me sane.
Work Friday morning began with a condescending and combative argument with one of the Management Consultants and I realized it was going to be a long day…
“I hope your day is going better than mine. I’ve already been arguing with one of the ‘Office Space’ guys… do you think I can get away with punching him in the face or kicking him in the shins?” I wrote in an email to a friend.
“Just kick him!” My friend wrote back.
The Management Consultants had no tact whatsoever and were making bold statements to me and the other employees. Statements like: “Everyone is replaceable and the company wouldn’t even feel the loss.”
REPLACEABLE! Replaceable is a term that is usually reserved for my personal life not my professional life as I’ve endeavored over the years to make myself IRREPLACEABLE at work! That was it! My co-workers were freaked out and I was pissed!
Just then one of the Management Consultants came up to my desk…
“Who’s that band you’re listening to?” He asked.
“U2.” I replied surprised that he didn’t know who U2 was.
“I don’t like them.” He informed me.
He doesn’t like U2! Surprising! ‘Office Space’ Guy doesn’t like U2! Maybe he’d like a little triple penetration and AIDS ala the Filthies Hooray for Hollywood, or maybe he’d prefer a little death ala the Filthies Embalm You and You Look Dead to Me! I thought turning up U2’s Miracle Drug in rebellion, as if I’d actually turn off my music for a glorified Management Consultant!
A day like this called for desperate measures. I met my best girlfriend after work for a little dinner, a little chick gossip session where I unloaded everything that had happened over the past week and a movie where I watched Jennifer Anniston scream the word Prick at Vince Vaughn with all the anger of a betrayed wife as if she was really calling Brad Pitt a Prick.
The Break Up was real, witty, and viciously funny. Anyone who has ever been through a nasty break up can relate. I laughed. I forgot about the Management Consultants… the next day was Saturday.
Saturday afternoon I found myself in Russo’s books with my
Noveltown co-horts talking to author
Cynthia Langston who was there signing copies of her debut
Chick-Lit book,
Bicoastal Babe. I bought a copy of her book and I can’t wait to read it. I am Chick-Lit’s target audience. I read a lot of Chick-Lit. I watched as she networked with Russo’s customers and in that moment it hit me, I wanted to be Cynthia Langston. I wanted to be sitting behind that table at my own book signing for my own Chick-Lit novel
Killing Cinderella. I wanted to finish my novel.
Read NL's take on Cynthia Langston's Chick-Lit book, Bicoastal Babe
here.
Later that night I headed out to McGee’s with
NL to see the
Dalloways perform. I absolutely love the
Dalloways music and I hadn’t seen them perform in a while. I listen to their album
Penalty Crusade constantly; their music just speaks to me. I am a pop music lover and the Dalloways brand of California Dream Pop is better than most. They played some of their new music for their new album currently being recorded and it’s really good. I can’t wait for their new album to be finished so I can fall in love with the Dalloways music all over again.
After their show we hung out with Gary and Cortnie of the Dalloways. I just love
Cortnie! She’s the kind of girl I would want for a sister, if I had a sister. She and I are both obsessed with the HBO series Six Feet Under, along with a few other HBO shows.
“The ending was so sad, seeing how they all died.” Cortnie said referring to the final show in the Six Feet Under series.
“I know, I cried! But it’s a show about death; we had to see how they all died. It was fitting.” I explained.
“Did they design it for me to hate Nate? Because I hate Nate now.” She exclaimed about Six Feet Under’s main character.
“Yeah. He’s a selfish bastard!” I agreed.
We laughed and talked about cute
Entourage boys,
Big Love polygamy,
Indiana Jones and much more…
I went home with Dalloways music playing in my head, a warm feeling of contentedness in my heart and feeling far removed from the difficult week I had had knowing I could sleep in Sunday morning.
My Photos...
We're like two ships, it seems. Daniel & I were also at McGee's Saturday night...someday we'll meet in person.
Oh Matildakay! Could you be any sweeter? I was just telling Gary how I love talking with you! Any show of ours is better with you in the audience. ;)
xo, c.
sounds like you had quite an eventful day...
See, if I still lived in Bakersfield I could have been the beacon that brought the two ships together. Definitely wish I could have caught another performance by The Dalloways and Near Miss Mallet before I left, but I can't complain either with some of the upcoming shows here.
I once was in Bakersfeild for a wedding. 5 nights. Great music. Okay People. Kinda took me by surprise.
By the way, your book title is GOLD!
That was fun. Everyday should be so fun and fulfilling. I feel like I missed out on the One Act Fest, the punk rock, and now this weekend will miss the Thunder Run bands and Midnight Panic (Among a bazillion others). There was a weird marketing guy there that night. I thought Gary was going to fall asleep.
He kept saying... "I have a degree in marketing... I have a degree in business..." and then potificated on his grand theories of music and sound. Borrrring. Most band people would have punched him in the nose.
Did I mention last week I was at a stoplight across from the downtown police station? Two cops were on bikes talking while stopped at a red light about how they hated their jobs. The light was red and one of them finally got mad and said, "Fuck it! I'm not waiting for this light!" and took off across the street! If my camera had just been in my hand... That was last Friday and was right after work and marked the beginning of a fabulous weekend that included books, movies, bands, and fun!