Termites

Its been quite the week, extremely busy thats for sure. 12 hour work days at the very least, and throw in the usual monday night festivities, two hockey games, and a candid show, and there isnt much time to do anything except sit around my new place watching Elimidate, and Star Wars late at night with Dwight.

Monday was pretty uneventful. I thought my singing was rather monotonous and overall my performance was lacking in enthusiasm. Dwight said I sounded good, so atleast there was some positive feedback...So on that note, we both got drunk and went to sleep, anticipating another long ass work day on tuesday.

The following two nights I had a couple hockey games, which involved a lot of goal scoring, and even a fight. Which makes it only the second time I have punched someone in the face...and the second time I was laughing while doing it.

Work has been busy as hell, for everyone. The North Suite got shut down yesterday because they found mold everywhere, which is hilarious. It also relieves a little of the work load for Dwight and his crew, but will most likely make even more work for all of us in the long run. In the meantime, I have been doing my usual validation of all the equipment they can throw at me, especially cause everyone seems to have chosen this week to go on vacation, l eaving me to fill in the gaps.

But enough of that boring work talk...

Last night we hit up the Candid show, which was a sweet way to "end" the week...Even though there really is no concept of weekends in our schedule these days. After work I hit up Michaels and bought some stuff to make T-shirts. I made two shirts for the Candid show. One for myself that read "Termites" which is the best song ever. And one for Mike Spadaro that said "Hottest Member"...and of course he wore it on stage. The other band members and their girlfriends were upset that they didnt win, but there was a vote, and Mike cleaned house 4-0 (Me, Dwight, Pete and Mike's Fiancee). I think Sean was the most upset about this ranking, and he very much wanted to know why he wasnt in the running. He even told me that he asked the light-guy to make sure to throw a couple spotlights on him during the show. To be quite honest, who the fuck is the drummer, does anyone even know. I mean to me he is the most underrated musician in the band, but he is just there. Nobody cares for him, like the way they care for the bass player, cause he is dreamy.

You should have heard the original ideas for Mikes T-shirt...my favorite was "I finger Dwight and Nick like my bass...With Both Hands". But that was deemed inappropriate, yet absolutely bonerific for Dwight and I to fantasize about.

With that I leave you with the opening verse to my new favorite song...

"The man at the hardware store
says termites are bound to eat this house
Its only natural, its really just a matter of time
Before it falls, these walls dont look like real wood
I hope my bedroom tastes good
They say its all for the best
I find it hard to digest

The things you miss when you're sleepin'
Hangin up on the wall
The Things you miss when you're sleepin
Never happen at all..."

---Corey Paige