In which I recap.

Dinner last night was wonderful. Good friends, good food, a good bottle of wine. We watched a DVD of Barbara when she was on the Smothers Brothers Show (episode 105) with The Cake back in 1967; it was awesome. Her outfit! Their hair and makeup! So fantastic!

Rehearsal was good. We ran some covers from our existing list, yawn, then worked on an original for awhile, fun, then we worked on another cover — one that I’m singing lead on, yay! — called Push and Pull. I’m really excited about this chart because the groove is just so fucking deep, and dirty, and sexy, and hot… It’s also so sparse that it’s incredibly hard to play, and if that deep fuck groove isn’t achieved it just sounds square and white. Which is Bad. (Can I just say right here that KO absolutely kills? God, I love my drummer.) I’m really looking forward to hearing it come together; we’ve only done it a couple of times so it’s still pretty square. But it’ll get there. Or we won’t be able to perform it. Heh.

After rehearsal I stood outside in PK’s yard with WTC and GSW and chatted until my fingers were frozen. Love those guys. Got home at eleven, went to straight to bed.

Got up this morning and was brushing my hair when Bread asked, “Latté?”

“Don’t have time. Gotta leave,” I said.

“What?” he squawked. “Where? Why?”

“Work. I’m working. Full-time. For awhile.”

“Oh,” he said, hugging me. “Because I’m such a deadbeat?”

“Well, yeah, pretty much,” I said. (I think I should get points for not saying, “No, it’s just so I can get out of the house more.” Snort!) Actually, he’s pretty cool to be around, now that he’s a househusband. He’s mellow, and accommodating, and seems really happy. Maybe I’ll just work full-time and let him be the domestic whore, since I suck at it and he apparently thrives on staying home all the time… all by himself, no one to talk to, all that solitude and space… (We’ll see how long that lasts.) Honestly, f I could actually make enough to support us both I’d totally be into it. No more chores? Do nothing but work, party, and sleep? Sounds hot to me, man.

He’s been working on the future kitchen and living room. He’s gotten more done since he quit his job than he has in the entire past year, so that’s Really Very Good. Half the second story of our house is very much apart, and totally under construction. I took a peek this morning: there’s a framed hole where the breakfast bar will be, all sorts of new walls and things are framed in, there’s even some insulation up. He says he’s about ready to run electrical.

It would be so cool to move upstairs! Fuck I hate the basement.