Bigger or Better: Life outside of Texas

"A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in." Robert Orben One of my best friends in the world is an old college roommate from India now living in Seattle. I never quite got around to visiting Tamanna when she was in India (oops); really no substitute for that as far as location, but fortunately she stays the same wherever. Except she'll get an Indian accent. Oddly enough, I seem to be better at keeping in touch with friends who are out of state. Right after my work talent show (post on that coming soon), I took a week off of work and flew to SeaTac. While standing in line for airport security for 40 minutes, I managed to overhear a good portion of a phone break-up conversation from the girl behind me. awkward. Tamanna picked me up, and then we went to her apartment, where she introduced me to some friends who were over, and where I used my pretend-i-can-hear-you manners because my ears hadn't yet popped from the flight. I thought for sure I would ...

Inconveniently, I discovered that i not only have stage fright, I also have writer's block about stage fright. So disappointing. Usually I am way more coherent writing than speaking. Ahem. The story: About 2-3 years ago my roommate's boyfriend kept leaving his guitar at our apartment. At first I just dusted it, but then I started fiddling (but since it's a guitar, I suppose I started guitaring) and eventually, through the help of the internet and said roommate's boyfriend, learned how to read guitar chords and how to build up calluses on the tips of my fingers. By the time they broke up, I was already hooked enough to sign up for a guitar class (which I attended about half the time) and to get my own guitar. I had no intention of ever joining a band, playing on the curb, or ever playing outside of my home. It was, therefore, a very big shock to me to find myself volunteering to audition for my work's talent show. You can tell it's serious when there are audit...