|I need more sleep. Oh well.
||[May. 21st, 2011|02:30 pm]
Angela, Zolac no Miko
|[||Tags|||||dancing, dream, hawaii, home, hometown hilo, i love my awesome life, island life, music, supernatural, television||]|
|||||You're My Thrill - Billie Holiday||]|
P.S. Crowley, I am still as madly in love with you as ever. Mark Sheppard, would you please consider having my babies?
Aaaaaand that's it for all of my shows except for Doctor Who, at least until various things start up again in the summer. ...At least I'll maybe have a little more free time?
In my continuing adventures in yardwork (thrilling, I know, but this is my life now; when it rains, it pours, but when it's sunny, yardwork), hacking apart banana trunks with handsaws and machete is still immensely satisfying, as is excavating the root mass with a spade. Whilst doing the latter, I disturbed (and was disturbed by) a centipede as thick as my finger and long as my hand. Oh, Hawai‘i. ...Well, no more of that today, anyway; the rain is back WITH A VENGEANCE. It's coming down so hard right now, omg.
Last night Mom and I went up to a friends' house in Kaumana for one of their Mauka Music parties. It was hella fun... potluck dinner with a whole bunch of people and lots of wine (and a dog and some cats, very friendly), and then after we'd eaten and talked story we gathered in the living room with guitars, ‘ukulele, ‘ipu, flutes, drums, tambourines, and various sorts of rattles and maracas to play music and sing. They've been having these parties sort of semi-regularly (my Mom only just recently made it onto the guest list), and they have these big binders with lyrics and chords... tons of songs, all the best, from Bob Dylan to Eric Idle to Queen Lili‘uokalani. We even sang "Crazy" by Gnarles Barkley... or, the cute twenty-something guy with the mad guitar skills and fucking amazing gorgeous voice did (music cruuuuuuuuush) and I joined him, while all the older folks listened, because it wasn't in the book and it wasn't written in the sixties, so they didn't know it, haha. Mom and I were almost the last to leave... we hung out and sang until one in the morning. So much fun, for serious.
In a few minutes I'll be off again... today is the monthly International Folk Dance party up on the Hocker's farm. More good food, nice folks, and live music. And presumably, when I get back, Doctor Who. Life ain't so bad.
Hope all is well with y'all. ♥
ETA: OH YEAH, I almost forgot. Last night my dreams mostly involved me hanging out with Justin Bieber, of all people. HE WAS AT MY HOUSE. He was actually very adorable and cool and sweet and personable. We became friends. I was hanging out with him on tour, and I went with him and his friends to check out this giant mansion he was thinking of buying. This place was insane, it was like a small country. ...Anyway. Wtf.