Ashton, Sir Ryan of Harrison, and I came quite close to dying the death yesterday on a very slippery/puddle-ridden I-65, where we did a complete 180 in the leftmost lane (all during normal Saturday afternoon traffic), then slammed into the barrier (ultimately facing the wrong way).  It was… amazing.  Hilarious once we realized we were all okay, excepting the fact that Lurch’s car is… not in a good way right now.  (And when I say “hilarious,” I mean you’re quite happy after not dying.)  It happened at exit 79 in Tennessee; we were to exit at 82B.  I MEAN GEEZ.

We continued our journey to a Nickel Creek show in Nashville nonetheless (though in Brian Moats’s car), and were rewarded with nothing less than an amazing show, complete with SURPRISE GUEST APPEARANCE BY BELA FLECK.

When one of the world’s best mandolin players is on stage next to one of the world’s best banjo players, you pee your pants, and no one blames you.

Feel free to see the story (complete with pictures to document the tale!) on Facebook; I made a photo album all about it this morning.

In other news, Hailey seems to have met (seen?) my fiancee.  I mean, seriously.  Facebook reference #2: See my Facebook profile.

(Because I’m afraid someone will read that and not take the time to look at my facebook, I’m not really engaged.)

In still other news, I shall be the great age of 21 this Friday.  Let me be the first to say GOOD GRAVY.  In spite of how much of a child I still am, this means that anyone who looks at me and looks at my age will say, “Hey, that’s an adult.”  And then they’ll talk to me and decide otherwise after I make either a poop or penis joke within five minutes of the conversation start.  Or they’ll just look at me and think I’m 16.  Either way.  Anyway, my time is currently being spent counting down until Thursday, when the boyfriend-figure makes his way back from California (because I’m that important) for a few days.

In still other news on top of the news that has already been thrown at you like uncooked spaghetti at the wall (and all the English theory crap I’ve been reading about starts to kick in, and I wonder why I chose “uncooked” as opposed to “cooked”–am I trying to imply that these facts about my life are not sticking to you for some reason or another?), I have job-age.  I don’t believe I’ve discussed this here, and if I have… too bad for you!  I work a grand total of 4 hours (!) a week in the music technology lab, which involves me sitting on a computer cursing, wishing that a)I had ever used a Mac in my life, and b)that I had learned the music notation software much better.  I’ve only been doing this a few weeks, but it’s already taught me a lot.

I’ve also started singing at a church on Sunday morning–and nothing can be better than someone paying you to sing.  It’s like the feeling I should have had playing at the HoJ for a year and a half.  EXCEPT NO ONE PAID ME THEN.

This post has gotten out of hand and must be stopped.  I return to my reading–”Deconstruction.”