It’s been two months since I last posted. I’m finally kind of all settled into my house, I’m liking this living on my own thing…I have been neglectful of this blog because I keep forgetting to buy a modem so I can get Internet. Life has settled into a pleasant enough routine, although there are some parts I wish I could change. I’m attempting to change some of it now, but things have a way of happening on their time and not mine.
The picture I took of this rose reminds me that even in the most vicious of rainstorms, there is beauty.
It’s been what, like almost a month and a half since I last posted? For shame!
In my defense, however, things in the life of Lashawn have been pretty hectic, and in a good way 🙂 I’ve been training for the casino opening, and I have to say that although my roulette skills need some serious tweaking, I could probably deal a successful hand of blackjack in my sleep. We open in like 26 days or some shit…super excited, but hella nervous. It kind of feels like how I used to feel before going on stage and singing–butterflies in my stomach, heart pounding, a general feeling of excitement…all under the nagging urge to vomit. Fantastic. I’m sure I’ll do fine once I get my girlish nerves out of the way, which should hopefully be the first few hands at the blackjack table, or the first few hours I’ve dealt roulette…because god forbid I have another tear-filled breakdown at the wheel again like I did during training on Sunday. We will just be optimistic and hope for the best.
I’ve also been spending time with my gentleman lover (hahaha that sounds so awkward and horrible, yet awesome at the same time–makes me think of Anchorman). We have done pretty much a whole bunch of nothing, which sounds boring but is actually pretty splendid. We did go on some fancy schmancy art walk through Tremont the other night, but neither of us was really impressed with it, which leads me to believe that 1.) we are neither cool nor hip, 2.) we don’t know crap about art (although it really seemed like the theme of the evening revolved around taking random photos and either framing them or screenprinting them onto a large canvas, and then selling them for like $250 a pop), and 3.) it must be an acquired skill that neither one of us possess. We ate dinner at a restaurant that was virtually non-Lashawn friendly (meaning it was super trendy and had super gross food on the menu), but the appetizer and the bread was yum, so it wasn’t entirely a crap dinner for me. I also got chocolates from my favorite little chocolate shop (Lilly Tremont) and cupcakes (A Cookie and a Cupcake), so the night wasn’t exactly a culinary bust.
I shall post more frequently, I feel kind of like a deadbeat parent…which shall never happen again. I am going to post a delightful picture for you from our hipster date. I think I could frame it and sell it for like $50, hahaha.
I’m trying to catch up on sleep and a few side writing projects I’ve been working on, so this is like a mini post. A postlette, if you will. Ever since I was around eleven or twelve I’ve been a fan of Charlotte Church. Her voice is breathtaking, and her range was something I aspired to when I was younger…since my parents couldn’t afford voice lessons, I’d spend many an afternoon after school sitting on my bed with my CD player on my dresser, singing along to her albums, trying my damnedest to hit those crazy high soprano notes. I’m sure I drove my mom and dad crazy, but I loved her music.
I was messing around on YouTube tonight and on a whim I looked up Charlotte Church because I’d read that she’d tried her hand at pop music. Sure enough, I found a video of her baring her midriff and shaking her shaggily cut “rock star” hair, singing a song about being “a crazy chick”. Her voice surprised me because I was so used to her classical stuff, but I wasn’t impressed by the lyrics or the premise of the video. I clicked on one of the side links and found the song that I’m posting below. It’s called “We Were Young”, and it’s about her breakup with her children’s father. Her voice is beautiful, and you can hear the pain and wistfulness in it as she sings. I couldn’t find the album, Back to Scratch, on iTunes, but I think it’s probably available on the UK version. I really love the simpleness of the recording, it’s much more impressive than an over-processed, over produced track–and she touches upon her classical background a little when she sings. I love it 🙂 Take a listen, and don’t miss me too much, I’ll be back soon ❤