Damn, July got here before I even realized it. I'm going on vacation next week, but don't worry. You'll probably still get the 2-3 entries I've weaned you guys to per week. I'm only actually going to be away for 2-3 days, then I'm coming home and laying on my lazy ass for the rest of the week. With Dirk.
That's my idea of a vacation, baby.
Anyway, with the passing of another month comes the passing of another anniversary for Dirk and I. Of course, I didn't realize it until today, but the monthly anniversaries are optional. It's the yearly ones that are important. Anyway, on our monthly anniversary, I: yelled at Dirk, threatened to slit his nostrils while he slept, and looked sad and made vague threats about what would happen should I die of rabies. Who needs celebration when you can have random violence?
I never did finish telling you guys about my week-end. There's not really any question that Greg's either going to have to learn to be more tolerant and laid back, or we're gonna look for another drummer. If I'm contradicting something I said before, too bad.
Doshu won't be a problem, though. He's utterly committed to the band.
Sunday was just an ugly day. We were looking for a bass head that I wanted, a Trace Elliot, whilst simultaneously looking at other heads. We found out that Trace Elliot's been taken over by Gibson, and the future of the Trace Elliot line is in doubt. Anyway, after we drove all the way over to Classic Axe to see if Russ still distributed Trace Elliot (he doesn't anymore, not since expanding his business), we drove all the way over to Springfield. Dirk was in a bad mood, and it just got worse. Especially after my attempt to cheer him up by telling him the story about my father's toenail. It's a good story, and he didn't let me get past the part where my father's toenail turns black before he made me stop.
It got worse to the point where I was refusing to go into Mars (the music store to end all music stores), and Dirk stormed off. I'm not going to get into detail about the pettiness that occurred thereafter, but a highlight is me flicking him off while I walked away from him, because he was playing the drums to ignore me. Things got okay for a grand total of 10 minutes, then he got pissed again, which lasted after I brought him home.
I was crying at this point, and he just got out of the car, went inside to get something, and walked down the street. I didn't even consider going after him. Aaron had seen the whole thing, and he stayed in the car and tried to get me to stop crying. Eventually, he coaxed me into the house and we talked about all sorts of things while waiting for Dirk to get back; which he did, an hour and a half later. We talked a lot, took a nap, and everything was all right. I'm not a big one for holding grudges if I'm dating someone.
There's plenty of time for that afterward.
I just know you guys want to hear the story about my father's toenail.
Back when he was in the Navy, my father was helping to move furniture and dropped a sofa on his toe. It hurt like hell, but it didn't break the toe. A few days later, the pain increased tenfold, and the skin under his nail had turned black. He went to the infirmary, and they told him that he'd gotten an infection under the nail, and the pain was from pressure. So, they drilled a hole in his toenail and pus squirted out. I mean it literally fountained out of there. My father says the relief from pain was heavenly. Then, a week later, his toenail fell off. It grew back, eventually, but he says it looked really odd for a while.
I don't know why Dirk didn't want me to finish the story.
I might have mentioned the fact that Aaron broke up with Sonia. It became obvious that she was cheating on him (I mean, she wasn't even trying to hide it), and he got sick of it. She immediately started dating Ken, that ugly guy we saw her at CVS with. No surprise there. She's dating him because he makes more money than Aaron. We're all pushing for Aaron to find another girlfriend, and get laid, to make it less likely for him to get stupid and take Sonia back.
I've always felt that their relationship was, at best, an unequal one. He would bend over backwards to show her that he loved her, to make her happy, and all she would to is accept it. She would seemingly put up with his attentions with the air of one who's only doing so to be polite. I don't think I ever saw affection on her face when she looked at him, and I certainly never heard her tell him that she loved him.
At worst, I thought she was an immature little slut who should have gotten beaten up more when she was younger.
I thanked Aaron for being so nice to me on Sunday. He said, "Don't worry about it, A.S. That's what bandmates are for." I felt all warm and band-memberish. Then he got depressed and Dirk was asking him about it; when he was reluctant to talk I said, "You can tell us, Aaron. That's what bandmates are for." He laughed.
We also went out with Jason, who finally became acquainted with the sharp side of my tongue. He might not want to hang out with us for a while, because I think he's an idiot. He tried to stick up for Dirk while Dirk and I were having a strictly personal argument, and I told him to stay the hell out of it. Jason was subdued for the rest of the evening.
I want a cookie.
