Everything is packed up and ready to roll. Muffin called me today to make sure that I have directions, so I’m all set there. There is still this feeling that I’ll get lost and walk in to his musical a little late. Have faith, right? On top of that, it has been reconfirmed to me that the musical he has a roll in is Grease. Now, burn me at the stake all you want, but I hate that movie. Nails on a chalk board. I can’t stand it. If you are saying to yourself right now, “How can you not like Grease?”, there’s a quick clue. Based on the absolute, moronic aspect of that question, I respond, “How can you not like early 1900’s, russian, silent, non-narrative, expressionist films?” I rest my case.
I’m struggling with the apartment hunt. Right now, I’m sitting on my decision. It’s coming down to a matter of location and affordability. Ok location, great apartment, moderate rent, or great location, lacking apartment, better rent. Then you start breaking down all the other pieces of the puzzle. The cost of utilities, the neighborhood, what winter would be like, etc. It’s not easy, but I’m finding myself becoming in tune with this art form.
Tomorrow, I’m leaving town, so we’ll see when the next time you’ll hear from me will be. If I get access, I’ll see what I can do. Hopefully, I’ll have some good pictures of the mischief we get ourselves into.
And I’m telling you, Absolution is a great album. Muse is just amazing me. Talk to my nephew Ben about it as, “it’s not weird at all, Uncle John. It’s really, really good music.”