Treading Water.

I've hit rock bottom.
Ok, maybe not, but it's not far off.
It's Friday night, well.....now it's Saturday morning.....but that's not the point.
The point is that I'm sitting here in my apartment in the most populated city in America with nothing better to do than type. I even have some money (for a change) and I still sit here tapping away at these letters that are completely out of order.

I guess the good times and the bad times come in waves. I think I'm caught in the undertow.

I was looking forward to seeing Austin and Lane while they were in town this week with their band, but our schedules didn't match up just right and I missed getting to see them on a couple of occasions.

My friend Glenn is coming on Sunday. He's in the area with his bandmates (the Red Stick Ramblers for a week or so before they fly off to their next set of gigs. I'm happy to get to see him and hope that I can muster enough "oomph" to show him a good time in the city.

Thankfully more friends are on their way in the coming month. It'll be good to see familiar faces.

As it turns out, I'm missing two weddings while I'm away. Lee Abbott is getting married, and so is my cousin Eric Sallinger. Not that either of them will ever read this, but congratulations. Sadly, I don't have the extra cash floating around to mosey on home and catch the ceremonies. I remember having double birthday parties with Eric, who is exactly three years older than me because we share the same birth date.

I apologize that this blog isn't as carefully and (because I think I'm funny) hilariously worded. I don't really have anything exciting or humorous to say tonight. I just felt like writing to get it off my mind so that maybe I can crawl into bed and fall asleep in the next few hours.

Tomorrow, well.....later today, I'm going to my first Minor League Baseball game. The Brooklyn Cyclones are the Single A affiliate of the New York Mets. I hope for a good time. Afterall, it is Mookie Wilson Bobble-head night.

Big Decisions....

Appearently in life, there are several times in which a person has to make big decisions. As far as I know, I have recently encountered one of those times. I've been out of school for almost a year now. Having received my college diploma from LSU in the mail, after deciding to skip the ceremony because of the intrusion by George W. Bush, I have lived a relatively simple life that including working at C&M Music Center, playing my guitar, attempting to be a good songwriter, and drinking a lot of beer (I've done "Beers Around the World" three times at the Chimes).

I held that same job for just about 3 years and only a few months ago, I decided that I'd like to do something else. I gave up my roster spot to move on to what I thought would be a real career and a decent paycheck. The weekend that I thought that I was supposed to start, I got a phone call informing me the company I was going to work for had folded and the position I scrambled up my life for was no more.

So I'm not one to make snap judgements. Or, at least, I think I'm not. I like to let my situations sit and at some point, if I'm lucky, a solution will present itself. Being unemployed, I was happy to fill in at my old job a few times here and there. I mean, I'm not gonna turn down money. It was around this time (we've progressed to the middle of April, for those of you that aren't following along in your books), my sister proposed an idea. In that she lives in Brooklyn, NY, she suggested that she would pay my way up to and allow me to live with her in New York, as long as I could find something to do to support myself in other monetary ventures.

FLOORED! I can't believe that I have to make a decision like that. In the past, I've had an unpleasant relationship with my hometown. That could be an understatement. I've been relatively unhappy with the quality of life in Baton Rouge. Ok, that's understating the truth again. I fucking hate this town!

Or do I?

I thought at one time that I would do anything to get up and out of this town. Until actually given the opportunity. Most of my friends are here, some have been fortunate to get away, but I've also made more in the last year or so. I'm so used to my routine. My monday night drinking excursions, etc.

So here I am trying to make up my mind. And here are these wrenches being thrown into my spokes of progress. My old boss offers me my old job back with better hours. Brandon and Dana are moving back, and I really miss playing music with B and hanging out with the both of them. I guess I'm realizing that I'm very much into my comfort zone. And as un-manly as this sounds, that's a scary thing to leave behind.

After hearing that some other people I know are leaving town for the summer too, I went ahead and told my sister that I would come. I think I'm out of here on June 1st or so.

The good news is that Brandon will be back for my next gig, May 26th at Northgate Tavern. The bad news is that I still have to find a job up there.

I think I am actually out of things to say.