late, late, late.

and now that i've kept you in suspense for the better part of a week, it's time to resume a little programming around here.

SO! the show went well; swimmingly, in fact. so well in fact that we were offered a slot on my birthday (that's march 17th, for those of you playing along at home). so it's all very exciting. and it's also very important, because if we draw a good crowd, the booking agent might get us into some of his other venues. so i start now in the shameless self promotion stakes: if you live within driving distance or will happen to be in the new york area on st patrick's day, come see us at the c-note. details to follow.

in other news, it's snowy here. not that you're not necessarily aware of this already, but i just thought i'd reiterate. it would be awesome, this snow, if only it were to STAY snow. but alas, its inevitable transformation into the great black sludge of doom and evil has already begun. in a mere matter of moments, the corners (once bolstered by four-foot high, gleaming snowdrifts) will be waterlogged with a vile liquid that we shall all be forced to ford in order to cross the street. it's sufficiently awful that i've been forced to adopt that awful tucked-in trouser look, jamming my cuffs into my big black boots. it's awful, but it's better than walking around in salt-soaked trousers all day.

ah, winter. i suppose, of course, that i should count us lucky at this point; at least the temperatures are back up into the double digits--34 degrees F: balmy!

perception of temperature is such an odd thing. i remember the first new york winter i spent, shivering and trembling in the face of it after ten years in california. it was awful and terrible; then, i went home for the holidays and upon my arrival, stripped off my jacket immediately after exiting the airport, because it was 40-some odd degrees--waaaaaaay too warm for my jacket. way too warm for anything but a sweater, to my mind at the time. meanwhile, my mother waited for me at the bus stop, shivering in her giant anorak while i meandered and took much joy in the comparitive warmth.

i compare this to now--after many days of temperatures in the single digits, i strolled around yesterday without gloves, reveling in the *ahem* warmth of the afternoon.

relativity is a funny thing.