I'm only on my work break so I will keep this short, but the tl;dr will be "I am alive, and how!"
So I arrived in Sitka on the 17th of July. The 18th of July, I saw an old friend of mine, Becca. We've both had the hots for each other since my first season here, but we've never been available at the same time. That hadn't changed, she was seeing a guy named Phil, who is also a decent pal of mine. On the 19th, we boned. They broke up three weeks and three 12-packs of rubbers later.
Let's see. I may wind up appearing in a Frommer's tour guidebook for Sitka. I went over to jam with my buddy Hank, who is relatively famous as Sitkans go, and the Frommer's photographer was there snapping away like nothing else. That same day Hank wound up asking me if I'd replace his guitarist for his Christmas gig. Last week he asked me if I'd play for a Rotary charity fundraiser. I'm pretty pleased.
Uhhhh what else? My stepbrother gets married on the 26th, I leave for California on the 24th. Unfortunately I won't have time to visit anybody (Sorry Yelleyjason and Chris!) but whatever, it'll be cool.
My mom wound up visiting town a few weeks ago. She met Becca, and then promptly went to the old closed-down Sheldon Jackson College campus and opened up some girl-salmon and got their eggs so that they could artificially spawn moar salmonz. My mom has no idea what "doing normal shit" is I guess.
Oh and I got my paycheck from February right after I got my last paycheck, so I just bought a new guitar. And by "new" I mean "30 years old". Yay!
Love,
ME WHOOOO!
P.S. I will have internet at home within the week.