Music Can Be Such a Revelation

Here are three pics of the same thing, just closer and closer up. First we see the metal locker looking things from a distance.

So, this afternoon I got hit with a migraine. I hadn't had one for a while and I think their absence made me cocky and not nearly cautious enough. I ignored the signs until it was too late, and then, BLAM! Next thing I knew I was practically running home from work, so I could take my meds and lie down long enough to let them work. I'm lucky because I have meds that work. Yes, I missed running at the rec building tonight because of my brain pain, but after an hour, I was able to get up and make dinner and clean my kitchen and bathroom and take Coadster to jazz choir practice and listen mostly, but sometimes do a good job pretending to listen to Stinky prattle on about basketball practice and what dress she wants to wear to the Winter formal and her plans for the weekend. And for all that, I'm thankful.

Then closer.

I'm also thankful that my migraine hit me tonight instead of tomorrow. Want to know why? Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. On Friday, not only is my girl crush coming to town, but Poptart is coming to visit from Chicago. I am so excited for those two to meet and to bring Poptart down to The Dublin to join in all of our shenanigans. I know she'll fit right in.

I'm not sure what the whole plan is, but whatever it is, it should be fun. On Tuesday night, my friend J. instant messaged me to ask me if I left a karaoke machine on her porch. I told her if I had a karaoke machine, I would keep that damn thing for myself. As far as I know, they still don't know who left it, but I'm sure we can put that thing to good use tomorrow night after we get home from downtown. I'm just going to share a little secret with you right now. I've never done karaoke before in my life - ever. I don't know why, it's not like I would ever try to avoid it. I think karaoke has just been avoiding me. It probably knows how obnoxious I can get, and it doesn't want to encourage me. I'll let you know if karaoke and I finally hook-up this weekend.

Then, even closer still. I don't know why I'm so fascinated by different perspectives of the same damn thing, but I am.

The last time Poptart came into town was two years ago. She just happened to show up on the weekend where Coadster had her first show choir performance in the afternoon and then there was the What a Load of Craft show at the Picador and The Santa Crawl all over downtown. She even stayed on Sunday and went with me and the girls when we chopped down our Christmas tree and then went with to see our cheesy girl movie. Sadly, this weekend won't be quite so action packed. Although, Poptart is good at giving and taking drunken dares when we go out, so I know we'll still have a blast.

And your weekend? Does it include drunken dares and karaoke, or are you above all that?