Number nine, number nine, number nine....

This morning I woke up with that stupid "My milkshake brings the boys to the yard" song stuck in my head. I hate that song, it's just so crass and juvenile. As I was drying my hair I thought "Well, at least it's not "Slow Ride". Guess what song is stuck in my head now.

As I mentioned before (I think I have, at least) The Roommate bought a wii and he then added that Guitar Heroes game to the list when it was released. He even went so far to pre-order it and have it shipped to the house, that's how much he wanted it. I've probably played 50 times, each time choosing "Slow Ride" because it seems pretty easy and by this point I've played it so many times I know the tune. I will say I've "mastered" the song, my definition of "mastered" being I managed to finally finish the song before I missed so many notes I was boo'd off the stage by the crowd. So you can see how that tune would be my albatross.

Yesterday when I was doing my rounds downtown I got a little surprise. Now although it was chilly it certainly wasn't cold enough to snow, but white flakes were falling from the sky. I was not the only pedestrian surprised by this turn of events, other people were looking up in the sky and looking around with a look of confusion on their faces. The sky was very overcast but the forecast did not call for even a slight chance of precipitation and the temperature was in the 50's somewhere, so snow? WTF? While everyone was looking up into the sky a man on the sidewalk thought out loud "I hope it's not Mt St Helens" because that's still fresh in people's minds around here. Then a construction guy pointed at a building being renovated and said "We're applying flame retardant" so my mind of course went form "It's snowing?" to "Does this shit cause cancer?" and I picked up my pace. That dumb stuff sticks to polyester-blend pants, too.

I finally finished making the new pillow covers for the big orange couch. The Roommate and I picked out fabric last Saturday but I had been battling my sewing machine for the past week. I still have no idea how I managed to remove the little gizmo the bobbin rests in, since once it is removed it won't fit back in, but I finally managed to take apart enough of the machine to put it back without having to drop it off at a repair shop. Then the thread kept getting all knotted up inside the machine and I couldn't find my operator's manual. And they don't post them online. I remembered from the past that it was something super easy to fix this problem but couldn't remember exactly what it was. So finally I just decided to try re-threading the machine and that fixed it, after about an hour of frustration searching the house and internet for the manual. They pillows look good so now I get to take a class to learn how to make curtains. I hate sewing.

Have a fun weekend! I think I will be working at the Chameleon again tonight and tomorrow night, so if you're in P-town drop in!