The Reluctant Receptionist

are you going to be in baltimore or washington, d.c. tomorrow night? are you hankering to hear some pretty cool new music and a band in a cool art space? do you want to see me naked? if so, you should definitely go here. i can help you with everything except the naked part (that’s later as a special thank-you for coming). i just sent george an email (jokingly…sort of) saying “how dare citypaper leave bonnie and i out of the article!” i’m not even a “local performer.” i’m coming down from the big apple (i wanna do the b-a buenos aries big apple) to sing this show.

that’s right. it’s tomorrow night. HBX, the show that george and i conceptualized over lunch, is now getting its baltimore and durham premieres. and i have to admit—and you know that i never say this—i’m feeling pretty good about where i stand with the music and i’m really excited to go down and get this piece out there. added to that excitement is the fact that i’m going to get to see my baltimore friends, and that phong is coming down from his parents’ house outside philadelphia to see the show. it’s been better for me already knowing that he’s safely back in the united states (as of yesterday afternoon), but i’m pretty much itching to see him. like i got an itch that only phong can scratch. (literally. it’s toward the back of my right thigh and i only feel comfortable with him touching me there.) missing him this last week and a half has kind of made me wonder how i’m going to handle being away in princeton for seven weeks this summer, but i actually don’t think that it’s going to be that long that i have to go without seeing him. i get at least one day off a week, he’ll probably come up some weekends, and it’s only like an hour and ten minute train ride.

so i probably won’t be posting tomorrow because i’ll be rehearsing with george at the art space (and hopefully eating at the pizza place across the street that i’ve been DYING to go to, and going to donna’s for coffee, and then somewhere good for dinner, and then somewhere good for breakfast saturday…it’s my baltimore food tour apparently!). kel has graciously offered to let us have his bed (hopefully with him in it…zing!). so look out, baltimore. i’m comin’ for ya. and i’m bringing dolly with me.