Last night, my band played at Conor Byrne's 7th Annual Tom Waits Tribute. Here's a little video of me channeling my inner torch singer on “Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis,” off Blue Valentine.
I am totally tagging this with “Christmas music,” just to mess with people. Ain’t I a stinker?
Today I went to a baby shower in a big fancy house in Kirkland where I was the only single person and most of the people were married and had babies and everyone bought the parents really expensive gifts, and it made me feel poor and shabby and weird and alone.
Then my band played a show and there was this guy there I’m trying really hard not to have a crush on for various reasons, and he spent the entire show flirting with one of my friends who is beautiful and talented and wonderful and amazing.
Then I came home and Googled my junior prom date because I’d been thinking of him lately and wishing we hadn’t lost touch, and found out he died of lymphoma last month.
Yes, fiancee of a guy I used to date, I would like to bring a date to your wedding. Thanks for not marking my invite “and guest” so I had to ask about it. No, I don’t have someone specific in mind; I’m single, remember? That’s sort of the whole point.