Well yesterday was a much better day, thank you very much for asking.

When I got in I went to Diane and raged about the Most Evil Linen Company In All the Land for twenty minutes without taking a breath, and she said that they had already called that morning and that she had given them what for and told them that they would get a check before Monday over her cold dead body and if they showed up or rang again she would take care of them, so I skipped hippety-hoppety back to my desk in a pretty decent mood and matched POs all day and never answered the phone even once.

Another thing that put me in a better mood was that my very favourite sales rep, Rich, sent me a big jar of Chicklets. I requested them because around a year ago the concept of green Chicklets disappeared from the collective consciousness of New York, and I love green Chicklets.

Thanks Rich!

Then, after work I went to see Glenn Tilbrook at the Mercury Lounge.

It was completely cool--the best concert I have ever been to. It's a really intimate place, and I was standing in the very very front row centre about three feet away from Glenn. It's certainly the smallest place that I've ever seen someone famous in!

Anyway, the show was swell--it was very loose, pretty much all requests, and anyone who wanted to could get up on the stage and sing or play the guitar, and a few people who got up were a little doofy, but two were fantastic. There was a black girl in overalls and glasses with a stunning voice who harmonized with Glenn on two songs, and not only did she sing beautifully, but their voices blended together perfectly.

The other one was this giant blonde Norse God type(it was as though Odin wandered down from Valhalla to do a couple of numbers) with a baritone voice who jumped up on one song to sing the Chris Difford part, and he was so great that Glenn asked him to stay and do Cool For Cats, which is the only song that Chris sings. It was exhilarating.

And the best part of it was that I'm going to see the show tonight, too (at twelve bucks a pop, why not go to both?) and it will be entirely different!
And I'll remember to bring my camera this time.

I realized recently exactly how often I say the word "ass".

Some of my favourite phrases include "Can we all stop crawling in and out of each others asses?", "That's no skin off my ass!", "Her tongue was so far up my ass that you could barely see the soles of her feet", "He thinks the sun rises and sets up his ass", and now "You can crawl out of my ass any time now", thanks to Melody.

My God, I'm turning into Jay!

One year ago today:
And I got two laughs out of my five lines.

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