cranky!

5/17/99

I approve of John's friends. Does it matter? No.

Went to a Milwaukee Brewers' game on Saturday with a group of the young, unmarried band members. The band is very young right now; apparently they had a quick turnover last year. John's been sucked into the party crowd. The experience seems somewhat akin to being a freshman in college, only with plenty of money and an over-21 ID. What better way to spend one's life?

So this was me with a bunch of buffed-out air force people. A few mid-20's guys, and two early 20's women. Christa turned out to be pretty cool. (The other is Becky.) These women have been through military training--struck some butch-yet-chick chord with me. Christa and Becky are the only two single women in the band. Only six or seven women, total. My kind of place.

Milwaukee is so...beer. Like Lansing is about cars. Milwaukee Brewers=Lansing Lugnuts. The citizens of Milwaukee embrace beer as their livelihood. Where I come from, having a beer bumper sticker on your car will ban you from the inner circles of churchgoing PTA members. Two or three bars per bock in downtown Milwaukee. (Two or three bars total in downtown Lansing.)

Chinese protesters at the Pabst Theater, where John's band performed. Since the theater was connected to the hotel, all Air Force personnel were forbidden to leave the building when in uniform. Never have I been so affected by foreign affairs.

My car reeks of garlic and basil. When I was out with John and a friend of his the other night, I ate pasta with pesto sauce. Took the leftovers; we were wandering in a wine shop when John pointed out the green dribbles down the front of the shirt I was wearing (the shirt that happened to be his.) Tossed the pasta, but the shirt went into the trunk. This afternoon I forgot to remove it and it cooked during the humid, steamy, pre-thunderstorm weather. My car is vampire-proof.

I got home this morning around 4 am. *yawn* Slept for a few hours and then had to get up and return the rental car. Lay around all day and went to teach. I'm so frustrated--my kids refuse to practice. Yes, I understand that they're busy, they have auditions coming up, whatever, whatever. I give. Since two weeks is Memorial Day, I informed my Monday students that next week will be their last lesson. June is for finals. If they want to study with me for the summer, fine. We'll discuss that next week. I am plain sick of the kids who consider music lessons to be a chore, not a privilege.