NotEllen's soundtrack of my life

Every morning when I wake up I walk from the guest bedroom through the hallway to the master bedroom then into the master bathroom to prepare for my day. When I arrive to the bathroom one of the first things my mind does is decide if I want to turn on the light or not (usually not). Then it does something that drives me insane at times but I seem to have absolutely no control over it: It picks a song to rock out to while I proceed with my morning activities.

This morning's song was from a local artist, the brother of one of my best guy friend's wife, an artist I've known since I was probably 11 which was before it was even a thought in his mind that he would be a musician. I hardly ever think of him, but this morning he's the one I thought of. Or, rather, his song is.

While in the shower I was trying to get the notes right for one of the verses and then all of a sudden a story from my past consumed my brain. Picture three years ago when you didn't even know me. I had been asked by the local artist's sister to go to his show at a martini bar in town. I convinced Hay to go with me and we went to meet up with Guy Friend and a bunch of locals who all knew us and the artist.

I promise you this story gets interesting.

When Hay and I arrived we found Guy Friend and went to the bartender to order drinks. At the suggestion of GF I ordered a chocotini while he ordered an appletini. Hay ordered juice because he is über responsible and doesn't actually drink. After we had drinks in hand we sat down at a table and watched Artist set up his stage and talked with a bunch of the others in the room we knew, including a former bandmate who came to support Artist by bringing his girlfriend and their tiny shaking chihuahua who they sprayed with perfume so that the dog didn't smell like a dog. (I know.)

It was this night that I realized I don't like chocotinis so I had about three sips of my drink, but no more alcohol than that. Remember this for later. Sober Poppy. Semi-important detail.

The story is about to get interesting. And it's even a true story. No lies.

Just as Artist was ready to perform the door to the club swung open and in walks this guy. This annoying gnat. This bane of my existence. I had never actually met him before, but the first thing he did when he walked in the door was ask everyone for (free, no less) drugs and then "WOO!" really REALLY loudly. Artist was instantly thrown off his game by this guy who "WOO!"ed through every song, and clapped really loudly and said "YAAAAAAH!" after each one.

Everyone was murmuring about this kid under their breath, but I? I was getting pretty fucking PISSED OFF. Four songs later and Artist finishes while the kid is still "WOOOOOO!"ing and "YAAAAAAAH!"ing. I could not take it anymore, so when silence hit the room I looked this kid directly in the eye and said "DUDE! SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Artist looks at me nervously, but I'm too busy staring down the kid. Kid approaches me with "I'm gonna fuck you up, lady" eyes while I stare right back with "Try it, motherfucker, I'll take you down so hard you won't wake up from it." No one said anything. Hay and Guy Friend just sat there in disbelief, not really understanding what their role in this situation was supposed to be, so they froze and held their breath and hoped they were invisible. The kid registered my icy stare somewhere in his methed out brain, "WOO"ed one more time, then left the building.

A bunch of the crowd came up to thank me for doing that, but not The Artist. He just went on with the show, and we had a great time. During the very last song the kid walked back in and I was ready to kick some ass, but that's not what the kid was there for. He went to the front of the stage, sat on the floor, put his hands in his lap, and just listened. No WOO!, no YAH!, nothing. When Artist was finished the kid walked back out the door and I never saw him again.

The story has concluded its interestingness.

And that's my morning so far today, how my entire day can be influenced by the stream of consciousness of my mind. I am ready to kick some ass today. Good thing it's finally time for self defense class. :)