Did I mention...

I'M GOING TO SEE BON FUCKING JOVI!!!! Saw him at Live Earth - where he only did 4 or 5 songs, and still RAH-OCKED -- and just had to get tickets (still I can't believe I've never seen him before as Jersey as I am).

So - OMG - less than 36 hours to go and I am so sickly excited I can barely stand it. The only thing that could make it better is if my friend Cary comes. She was always supposed to come, but with her diagnosis, there was some question whether she could. Well -- she is in great spirits this week and feeling better than she has in a couple of weeks, so fingers crossed. We find out tonight. I'm thinking of bringing a print-out of this pic with me though when I visit tonight for the final word - as added incentive. :) Cause, seriously, can you say no to him and that bod?

Where are my pajamas when I need them?

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

We're three weeks away from the fundraiser -- see my last post -- and I just found out my friend has been admitted to the hospital. Don't know why or what for or what the outcome will be yet but I am FREAKING OUT! I will not be able to to take it if this medical expense fundraiser turns into a memorial fundraiser. I'm not ready for that. can't even think about it. FUCK.

Five minutes later -- I'm still freaking, but less so. I now know why she's been admitted and it isn't as bad as my stupid mind imagined. But knowing only helps so much. I'm calmer than I was 5 minutes ago (actually her sister's txt made me giggle a little -- it said "You're freaking? Why are you freaking? Should I be freaking?") but the 'admitted to the hospital' words sort of set my mind adrift when I've been working so hard to stay focused on anything but the possibility of losing my best friend before we're even 40. I wonder if my bosses would be concerned if I run out of here screaming? Or if they'll bitch if I calmly walk out of here and go bury myself under the covers at home for a couple of days? God-dess. I sound like a crazy person. But don't worry - I don't own a gun so there will be no 'stina-goes-postal story to read tomorrow. I do think I may need a mental health day though. Of course, I have way too much shit to do to even think about staying under the covers, but maybe staying in pajamas would be enough?

Cocktails for Cary

Not but ten days ago I dared suggest that I would find the time to write here more often. And, of course, what happens in those ten days? The brother of one of my oldest friend's dies at the age of 40. And then, as if that wasn't enough, my deepest and dearest friend in all the world is diagnosed with Stage IVB cervical cancer at the age of 36. Needless to say blogging here is no longer at the top of my list of things to do. Instead, I have thrown myself headlong into planning a fundraiser to pay for medical expenses for this friend of mine and I have quickly buried myself in a to do list so deep and overbearing that I don't have the time to blog or sleep or think about the fact that my friend, as close as any sister, may not live long enough to celebrate her next birthday. So I plan. I interview bands. I solicit donations (if I have your personal email, you've probably already heard from me but if you haven't - got anything someone else might one that I can raffle?). I design t-shirts. And I stay busy so I don't have to think too long about this fucking shitty situation. And that brings me here -- because what kind of fundraiser would I be if I didn't advertise the event on my own freaking blog. Right? So - in case you find yourself in my neck of the woods in the middle of next month...

Cocktails for Cary
November 17, 2007, 1-6pm
Location: JustJakes, Montclair, NJ

Live music, including Barnacle Bill
Silent auction & raffle/brown bag auction
Drink specials

$20 gets you in the door.
All proceeds will be used to offset my friends medical expenses.

My friend started treatments on Monday. The doctor promised we'd get a "prognosis" (or in regular English - a how much longer she has to live diagnosis) in 5 weeks. Fundraiser is in 4. I'll stop in here when I can with updates and my usual bitching when I come up for air between follow-up phone calls and band interviews, but in all seriousness, if you stumble upon this post and can give or come to the event and win something or happen to be a famous musician and can come play for us, drop a line to cocktailsforcary@gmail.com and lend a hand.

Passing at the Speed of Light

I seriously cannot believe that it has been 3 entire months since I have uttered a word here. The older I get the faster time seems to pass. I mean, I know why I've not posted - I simply haven't had the time what with the new job and the new house and summer being about taking as much time to relax as possible - but it didn't seem like 3 whole months. Then again - the leaves are starting to change and the weather is cooling down, but still. If only time would slow down for a bit. I have so many things I need to catch up on - friends, family, books, various household projects, there just never seems to be enough time in the day. Oh well -- maybe that I'm more settled in my new job I'll be able to better balance my time - especially since we have begun filling the empty offices and three of us no longer have to do the work of 6. Only time will tell, I suppose. I just hope it starts to pass a little slower. I'd hate for it to be January before I post again. I always found this cathartic - especially since I know hardly anybody reads it and I know DH will never read it. Allows me some freedom I don't have otherwise.

Anyway -- felt the need to post today because a friend of mine finally updated her blog as well. So thanks Cheli for lighting a fire under my ass. Maybe it will burn long enough for me to add something of substance here instead of this useless, and rambling post. :)

Here's to time flying.