Ceta Ciega

(Logo Lee did for my Bass Drum. That's my face on her belt! Hystrical!)

Tune-a by the cockeyed world in two.
Throw your pride to one side,
It's the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view. -Strawberry Alarm Clock

• yesterday was my dear friend, Pat O'Neill's b-day. Have a happy, wherever you are old sport!
• tonight is the night. Must win for the Caps.
• And i have ceta ciega. A blind date with my student Pilar's friend. She said she is beautiful, 45, a painter, 25 year old daughter, never married. But can she cook will she go to a Rush Show? i guess we'll take it one step at a time. So Pilar and other folks will be there too, which is awesome. I hope my Spanish holds up.
• I had a meeting with my bosses for PLT yesterday. Celia and Sol (I miss Lyndsay Buckingham!) The whole meeting was in Spanish. Joder! We planned for the Intensive in Avila in May. I'll be the lead there. And it's all the top dudes and Merck. So if i can put this one in the back of the net, we'll have a lot more work next fall. Maybe even a bit in July.
• I fell alseep miercoles wathcing the Caps. I forgot to set my alarm clock and slept thru class. And my movil phone was in my drum bag, so i didn't hear that alarm either. I woke up to the plumber banging a hammer on concrete. I spoke with Celia and my students and told her i would meet her at 11:30 as we planned. Bad day to sleep through her class! But it's just not a big deal here in Madrid if it happens once or twice a semester. Very different from NY and DC. But I couldn't shower! And i had played drums like a madman the night before. I stunk. I couldn't even take a poo cuz they had to take the door off the bathroom. So i walked like a penguin trying not to poop myself to a bar up the hill, ordered a coffee and went straight to the john. It hadn't been cleaned since Franco, but i didn't care. It was a photo finish. But then there was no toliet paper! The ladies room across from the sink was padlocked. All i could find in my bag was an old test of a student's. "Thank you Paloma!" No, you can't have your test back. Ever.

• So I went to meet my new boss, Sol, unwashed and smelly. Afterwards Celia asked if I had time to grabbed a drink before class. It was good because i got to talk to her about next year. She said she believes she can give me a full schedule, that way if i have to do an intensive she can cover my classes with other students. Celia is stunningly beautiful with straight dark hair. My age. "Don't worry she said to me, I'm good sales person." She said it in English. She has a good level but is very self conscious. She almost always talks to me in Spanish now. She ususally uses the word vendedor. And she is a great sales person. In her cute little accent i swore she said "Don't worry, i'm a good sex person." And she touched my knee. I laughed out loud, blushing red like a candy apple. "Did you say a good sex person?" This woman oozes sexuality out her pores. "I am this too!," She laughed. "But I said 'sales person!'" Kill me now, i thought.
• So in one day i slept through class, didn't shower to meet my new boss, wiped my butt with a student's test and may or may not have propositioned my boss. I would have been fired at least once in the US!
• The important thing is that no bunnies were hurt during the making of this day.
  
• And this is Madrid, so everything was perfectly fine by the time the day ended. I met Juan and Monica and Susanna (The Babylon Sisters) at J and J. Ashley was there too. And Jessica. Thursday in Madrid is like Thursdays at College. Then we saw Tamara sing at the open night at Triskells. Juan was so impressed with her that he suggested asking her and Pete (rythm guitar) to join Summer in Raincoats. I think it's a great idea. We'll have to see after this gig on Thurs.
  
• I think i am going to Rioja with the Babylon Sisters next weekend. That would rule. It's a 3 day weekend.
  
• Wish me luck on my blind date!
  
• note to self for date: Shower. Bring tissues just in case (Monica gave me some after i told her my story last night!) Try not to mention King Crimson or baseball.
  

Well some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
of lighted streets on quiet nights...
-Rush