wooing is exhausting

So, yesterday I spent about six hours in a car with Bad Idea. Sadly, not *once* did anyone’s pants fall off.

He’d been looking for a truck for his new business, so I offered (drunkenly, the other night) to drive him to go look at one. Turns out it was a little bit farther than I thought (about an hour each way). Turns out, also, that leaving home at 3:30 on a Friday means it will not be a smooth drive (nor will you drive over 25mph at any point). Turns out, too, that what you *really* don’t want to do is be getting back into town right as this is about to start. Exhausting, I tells ya.

On the good side: the truck was awesome, and Bad Idea is now the proud owner of a Badass Red Truck. And I let him buy me dinner (at a cool townie 1930s steakhouse, no less), and two small alcoholic beverages. At which point I think we were both more than happy to part ways and tumble into our respective beds.

And I had the iPod in the car,* so I put on the “dangerous mood” playlist,** and we listened to that all the way back into town. And I found it entirely too entertaining that Bad Idea believed the iPod was just on the regular shuffle as we listened to song after song about drinking, screwing, cheating, and hair-pulling. Hee. At least I entertain myself.

*Hey, friends, I need advice. I got a super-cheap FM transmitter for the iPod (for the car–I don’t have a cassette player to use an adapter for that), and it’s really staticky and kind of a pain in my ass. It’s, like, the Best Buy brand or something. Does anyone have an FM transmitter that works well in cities? Can you advise?

**I know I never sent out the second Dangerous Mood mixes. My computer’s CD burner quit working, so I have to use an external one…which is really not a problem, but I just made it into a playlist for the iPod and forgot all about CDs. Sorry. I think it’s a work-in-progress, anyway.

 

Bad Idea: most perfect pseudonym ever. I might still be drunk, but fun like that is worth it.

 

BPAL update: I smell fantastic!

Seriously, I am completely in love with my left arm right now. I don’t want to grade anymore. I just want to take this arm to bed.

That would be the Bengal. Sweet fancy Jesus, is that nice. Spicy and sweet…guess that would be the cinnamon, pepper and honey. Yu-um.

As I was unrolling the Imps from their bubblewrap bed to try the Bengal, I noticed that I must not have put the cap on the Sin all the way yesterday…it leaked a little, onto its label. I got some on my fingers putting the cap back on, and I have to say….crse, sweetie, this oil may not be coming to you after all, because I think I need to give it another try. I’m just alternating between sniffing my left wrist and my right fingers and getting all swoony.

I am a walking Dangerous Mood.

(Sitting, because of the grading, but whatever.)

I am going to love every minute and every dollar of this new obsession. Just thought I’d let y’all know.

 

Return of the Dangerous Mood

Procrastination does pay off, I guess; I’m no closer to the PhD, but I do have a new Dangerous Mood mix.

(Although my computer’s CD player decided to just up and die, which is problematic. I’ll eventually burn this to CD on GB’s computer, but for now I’m just listening to it on iTunes. I’m also not positive if this is the final version…I’ll have to let it mellow for awhile to see what works and what doesn’t. But if you wanted a copy–and if you don’t, I swear I’ll try not to be offended–I’ll get one to you soon, but technical problems are standing in my way right now.)

(Also, apologies for not including everyone’s suggestions. At first, I thought I would, and that it would be this great collaborative blogger project. And I still think that’s a great idea…but I needed this mix to be heavier on things I know and like, since it kind of needs to be a therapeutic mix. I did use some suggestions…but mostly just of things I already knew.)

Okay. Enough disclaimers. Here’s the lineup:

1. “Mr. Siegal,” Tom Waits
2. “Gravity Rides Everything,” Modest Mouse
3. “Shameless,” Ani Difranco
4. “We’ll Sweep Out the Ashes in the Morning,” Gram Parsons & Emmylou Harris
5. “Dancing with the Women at the Bar,” Whiskeytown
6. “Wicked Game,” Chris Isaak
7. “Rebel Rebel,” David Bowie
8. “Bad Reputation,” Joan Jett
9. “American Girl,” Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
10. “Pull My Hair,” Bright Eyes
11. “If You Can’t Rock Me,” The Rolling Stones
12. “The Groover,” T. Rex
13. “Add It Up,” Violent Femmes
14. “Driver’s Seat,” Sniff n’ the Tears
15. “The Body Breaks,” Devendra Banhart
16. “Ed’s Song,” Richard Buckner
17. “A Kiss Before I Go,” Ryan Adams & The Cardinals
18. “Sexy MF,” Prince
19. “Pissed Off 2 am,” Alejandro Escovedo

(Hi, I’m Luckybuzz, and I’m the OCD poster child. Links go to lyrics, except for Buckner, because I can’t find lyrics online and you should just listen to it, anyway.)

 

because group activities are more fun….

–it seems to me that I’ve asked this before here, but I can’t find it, so–

Okay, friends, I’m going to work on Luckybuzz’s Dangerous Mood Mix Vol. 2 (don’t say Electric Boogaloo, luckybuzz. Just don’t.) this weekend, and I have some ideas for what should go on it, but I’m curious….what do *you* think I should add to the new version of the mix? What’s your dangerous mood song?

(Hey, speaking of mixes, I don’t think I told you this story: back when Bad Idea and I were hanging out too often and having all the not-quite-sex–like, two years ago–I made him a mix CD. The theme was kind of an inside joke we had going then, and it was, really, quite the drunk-lust mix (sort of the pre-Dangerous Mood mix). Anyway–a few weeks ago, Bad Idea was telling me that he’d just started bartending at The Bar, while GB and I were out of town over Christmas. He said, you know that mix you made me? And I was all, Oh, what mix?* And he was like, “You know, THE MIX. The Vegas mix. I played it at the bar the first night I bartended.” Which was nice to hear, because a) it really was a great mix for The Drunk Lust (and must have been a great bar mix, too), and b) Bad Idea is still totally hot for me and trying to subtly (and less subtly, lately) remind me about the drunk-lust-almost-sex phase of our friendship. Hee. It amuses me.)

*See how I was all innocent-like there? Like I didn’t remember? See, I do have settings besides Obvious and Overbearing.

 

too busy to be dangerous?

Damn, I hope not. Because, while I’m chained to my chair (again, not in a good way) and still working furiously, there is no denying that this mood I’m in? It’s a dangerous one. And I’m not sure what it is about working and stressing out and feeling overwhelmed that makes me just want to hit the bar, drink four dirty martinis, and take Bad Idea and the four people sitting next to him home. Well, actually, I guess it’s not that hard to figure out why that happens. But since I’m clearly not going to the bar tonight, it kind of sucks that my brain is there already. Stupid brain. Out drinking and drunk-kissing without me.

Wait, *why* am I not going to the bar tonight? Oh, right, because I have to finish the tutorial syllabus before tomorrow. And because [whine] the bar is tooooo faaaar away, and I’m laaaazy, and also broke (that’s actually a real reason), and it’s possible that no one I know is even out, and I’ve turned into a kind-of-lame homebody lately anyway. [/whine, for now]

But I decided today that I need to remake the Dangerous Mood mix–I’ve been planning on doing that for a while, but I think it’s actually time. This weekend, I hope…I know, you’ll be all exhausted and hitting “refresh” compulsively until I post about it. Remember to eat a little something.

 

damn my dangerous moods

So, I’ve been working–or trying to work–tonight while GB was off hanging out with Jason. GB got back a little while ago, pretty happily fucked up, and immediately went to bed. I’ve been reading some secondary source stuff, and trying to work out some kind of structure for chapter one (which I think I may have figured out…we’ll see if it holds up). So I’m having a glass of wine, and chilling out before I hit the hay.

And I opened the window in here, because it’s a million degrees in the apartment, and there’s this….well, there’s a Dangerous Mood on the breeze coming in. I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t know it was out there. But I opened the window, and in it came, and now I want to put a bottle of tequila in my backpack and wander around the city knocking on doors of people who could get me into trouble.

(Speaking of which, did I tell you that Bad Idea, last weekend, was all, “Oh, remember those times you were at my other house….?” So yeah, friends, apparently Bad Idea is living the cliche, that if I just ignore him he’ll find me irresistable.)

Anyway. There it is. Dangerous Mood, 2am on a Wednesday, for what it’s worth.

 

See what i mean? :)

 

"cloudy calls and careful storms"

I was serious about blaming him for all that Dangerous Mood business last night (well, that and the rain, and briefly running into Bad Idea at the bar before the show). But the show itself…damn. The venue was unfortunate (too bright, and no alcohol–so totally the wrong place), but I thought he sounded better than he has in quite a while–he was actually singing, and not just mumbling the words over feedback and distortion, like he’s been for the past few years.

And you know, at this point I’ve been seeing Buckner live for about 9 years, and have had a gi-normous drunk-crush on him for about that long, so seeing him has that weird nostalgic element to it, too. I don’t mean that to sound quite as stalkery as it does. But it’s familiar and bittersweet and kind of like seeing an old flame. In a stalkery kind of way.

And I got the new album, and I don’t think it sucks, which is more than I was hoping for.

I have a mood bubbling right under my surface mood that I can’t quite put my finger on, and I’m not sure what to do with it. I think I need to make a new mix CD for fall…

 

Dangerous rainy night mood

And at a bus stop heading home. Not quite drunk enough to bring my crushes home with me, too drunk to go home happily alone. This is where dangerous moods are born.

Seriously, i blame Richard Buckner. Again.