tucked in.

2008.

This is more than the end of a year. It is the end of a miniature lifetime of wandering and insanity. OK...maybe that's a stretch, but I am an adult now...bills and obligations.

I found myself this year. I am no longer a wreckless, fucktard fuck-up. Months of couch-surfing, traveling the country, finally settling up house in Brooklyn, one night stands, two month stints of lust and loss have led me to write this ode to sunshine on a FCI tuition bill envelope. (My poor computer. I have said many tearful farewells to my STD infested PC. Its demise has allowed me to let go of the bullshit past.)

Some things can and will never change. Credit cards are still evil. Men dizzily confuse me to no end. I will continue to dwell on the negative aspects of my single status until I find a poor sack to love and constantly nag.

I miss the things that haven't happened yet...

Thanks to everyone that put up with my obsession with hard alcohol. Mostly those that saw a flash of tit and tat. Those who were molested, offended, and called several times in the dim lit early hours of the morning. You know who you are. Please don't use those voice mails against me.

And thanks to everyone that kept up with the blog these several months. I had no set goals to accomplish. I just put down what goes on in my daily life. I hope it was decently amusing and inspiring. I hope it evoked more than a groan, crotch scratch, nose pick, etc.

I promise to be cooler in 2009.

-muse or myth

the road less traveled.

Had another fun filled Nada Surf 3-day weekend. They played amazing sets at Bowery Ballroom, Webster Hall, and Maxwell's (the roof on the stage has been patched). Nada played a lot of unheard songs from all five studio albums. The openers made me swoon instantly. I can't say enough good things about how dynamic Delta Spirit is. I'm developing a bit of a girl crush on Holly Miranda from the Jealous Girlfriends. To say she sings "well" is quite an understatement. Highlights include inpromptu after show acoustic sing alongs with Matthew Caws, Daniel Lorca, and Holly Miranda. They went out this year with a bang.

Next day, jetted off to Austin, TX with my girl wonder Katie. We stayed in good proximity to the world famous 6th street. The next fews days were a blur. I can't even begin to imagine how much alcohol we drank. It seemed a lot like breakfast, lunch, and dinner came with a side of tequila. The first night we scoped out downtown Austin and stumbled upon Emo's.

"Is that a tour bus?"

(We're not band sluts. We care about the music. It's hard to keep a straight face while writing that...)

We walked past one of the vans parked behind the Fishbone tour bus only to get lured in with the promise of candy and a good time. After numerous swigs of vodka from a paper bag, we made friends with Natives of the New Dawn. We were promptly put on the list and became merch girls.

Oh, and it snowed. In Texas. I'm convinced we brought it with us from the east, a pre Christmas present to our southern pals.

I met up with John from wmmf our last night. Whiskey was flowing like water. Katie had a few too many "vodka with a tiny splash of cranberry". Things got messy. People fell in love. There was a lot of early morning dog petting.

I loved Austin. It's laid back and liberal minded. People are polite and interesting. Having a drink before 5pm is totally acceptable. I'm looking forward to going back, maybe for SXSW or ACL. It is the live music capitol of the world.