Chick Lit
Lit Lounge Window, originally uploaded by emilyrems.
Royal Pink was in full effect at Lit Lounge last night and I’m still recovering. There was some weird kinda force field around that place that made the gig stressful and chaotic but also kinda awes. When we got there they wouldn’t let us in because the sound guy wasn’t there, so we were all piled up with all our gear in a booth by the front window doing our nails until someone finally gave the OK. Then as soon as we got downstairs, part of my drum equipment rolled irretrievably under the stage so we had to borrow a replacement. Then I got everything all unpacked and realized we had left the bass pedal behind so we had to borrow a replacement for that too (thank you Violets - THANK YOU!!!!) Then one of the bands after us loaded a giant digital drum setup onto half the stage, so I had to fold myself into a little origami paper crane to get behind the drum kit. Then LCF came in all flustered because he got static at the door. Then during our set I couldn’t hear any of what was going on because of the monitors and lost my place on the set list and started playing a totally different song from everybody else. But guess what??? After all that, it still turned out to be a rockin’ gig! There were hipsters a-plenty gettin’ down to our jams on the dancefloor, including my hot homo posse from college, and opening for the Violets is always a real treat for us because they are so super-glam. After the show and dinner, I don’t even remember immediately passing out alseep, but somehow I made it into bed still covered in pink glitter.
Once asleep, I had another endless nightmare. I was back in Israel, this time on vacation with my friend Ian. As we were getting ready to leave, I was informed by our hotel that because I was Jewish and had chosen to visit Israel twice in one year, I had automatically been enlisted in the Israeli army, starting immediately, and was required to remain in the army for the next three years. Ian was all, like, “Ahh Hah - Sucka!” because he was raised mormon and was free to go. But I was stuck, and freaking out. I spent what felt like days trying to figure out how to dodge the system and get back home. After tearfully navigating through a mountain of foreign red tape, and enduring mounting scorn by strangers who thought it was disgraceful that I didn’t want to serve, I was very grateful when the alarm went off this morning.