a pretty mocha I had at Kudu Coffee

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I’m in my bedroom, painfully learning lines for the upcoming “anti-Christmas” tale, the SantaLand Diaries, written by David Sedaris, that I’m doing with Charleston Stage in December. I’ve never had to memorize this many words, so I’m constantly in a state of low-grade panic, seeing that the show opens in exactly a month. Luckily, I have flash cards and have recorded the entire play as robotically as I could into a series of mp3s so I can listen in the car. And lots of positive reinforcement for myself. I can and will do it.

Distracting me in the next room, but happily so, is my brother’s Weezer tribute band, working towards a show in January ‘08. This yet-unnamed project includes members of Slowrunner and the Young Republicans, and they sound incredible. Today is their first rehearsal, and they’ve definitely done their homework on the Blue Album. Pinkerton is next, I hear. And they’re letting me play harmonica on a couple of songs. Something to look forward to after the new year blahs.

I’m also cooking up sort of a side-project for Kiki, maybe something more based in improv, and involving Kiki’s secret weapon, code-named “Bambi Bourdain”. At the very least we’re going to come out of hiding to do a couple of impromptu shows (Christmas Caroling with Kiki, anyone?), which should be a blast.

Yes, Amanda Mae, I am a walking talking advertisement. But hey, if you got it, flaunt it.