problems!

So I'm playing in two bands right now and it turns out that both of them are going to be practicing on Sundays. It's unfortunate, because I really want to play in both bands, and I hope we can work something out. If I have to choose between the two, I think I would have to choose The Pathos. It's my baby just like the other bands is Milosz's baby. I put a lot of myself into The Pathos. I write the songs, and I think it might be the most important music I ever make. I'd like Milosz's band to be that way too, and I know it can be, but I guess if I can't ever come to practice they'll have to find someone else.

Another thing that's on my mind is how I'm going to Hartford next year. People here seem to perceive it as something awful, like I'm going there because I'm desperate. This really gets my upset when I hear things like, "Oh, you better get a bulletproof vest," or "You're getting paid more because it's hazard pay". I feel like there's a perception around here that I can't deal and I'm going to Hartford as a last ditch effort. The big problem is that it's my own fault. I never should have mentioned anything to anyone. I need to learn to be even more private than I already am. One of the sad lessons that I've learned from Coventry is that I can't trust anyone. ANYONE. I trust some of my students more than I trust teachers here. It's a strange culture.

In some good news, I went to my doctor yesterday for a follow up visit and happened to be wearing my Mamoun's Falafel shirt. My doctor reads my shirt and asked, "Mamouns. Is it good?" I said it's very good. She paused and asked, "Want to know where to get some really good falafel?" Well of course I did. How could I not? I love falafel. Well she went on to tell me about how there's a falafel place in downtown Hartford called Aladdin and I practically went throught the roof! We have Tangiers in hartford, but it's not the best, it's expensive, and it's not open very late; plus, it's on the other side of the city, near West Hartford. I wanted to go straight downtown and eat falafel 'til I burst. Unfortunately, I couldn't go because it was my father's birthday and I wanted to take him out for dinner and I knew there was no way he was going to want falafel. We went out for Italian food, but later on that night I drove downtown, giddy like a child, and dove into Aladdin. I walked up into the counter and the guy started to hand me a menu. I said I didn't need a menu; all I needed was falafel. He understood. Soon I was eating some pretty amazing falafel. They stuff a pita full of falafel and lettuce and onions and cucumbers, which were actually more like pickles and very good at that. There could have been tomatoes, but tomatoes give me the heebie jeebies. Anyway, it was good and I was happy. I told the owners how thrilled I was to not have to drive to New Haven to get really good falafel. Yes, despite my anxiety at work, yesterday was a pretty good day. Oh, one more thing! It's also a pizza place. Pizza and Falafel? It's like someone answered my prayers!