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Art, britney spears, Career, Concert, Etsy, Jerry Maguire, Movies, nashville, Nicki Minaj, Tom Cruise
***Disclaimer** Tom Cruise however, is still a douche.
“Our little company had a really big day today.” Ok, so I’m paraphrasing but it’s true. Maybe that’s not where I should start though. This week has been a crazy one, starting last Saturday I feel like I haven’t sat down once. I, with John (My bro), his best friend and my best friend, who happen to be engaged to each other, and some other great pals went to our local Summerfest. Whomever, I now have to write a strong worded letter to, that decides what plays to put on chose way, way, way wrong last week. It was Frankenstein, I believe literally word for word in 19th century dialogue from the book…on a 90 degree night where alcohol is being served…in the dark…on a blanket…get my drift? It was so incredibly boring, well acted, but boring that I’m not even going to see Rocky Horror tonight and I’ve been waiting for that for over two months. I can’t take the chance of a repeat, it’s too monstrous a thought.
However, after doing gardening and harvesting some gianormous cucumbers on Sunday, Cait and I trekked to Nashville for Ms. Britney Spears, Monday night. We started on the strip at Whiskey Bent Saloon, where seriously one of the best singers (Taria), and very entertaining on the side, was letting Caitlin and I treat her like a jukebox and even played Coal Miner’s Daughter. Bless her heart she didn’t know the words, but Nashville is so darn friendly the bartender came up on stage and sang her through it, and man could she belt it too. Don’t you just love going somewhere and feeling awed? That never happens to me, I mean it, the Vatican was even a bore to me and I’m an art lover. But these little ladies just blew me away, I did not want to leave, even for Britney. So if you go to Nashville, go on a Monday and see Taria and her band, and then go ask Marie the bartender to give you a few notes too.
And then there was Britney. Well first there was some catastrophe named Nicki Minaj, but then there was Britney. I must say I was so impressed, I am not a die hard fan, the last song of hers I knew all the words to I was in middle school. But she sang, for real, and she danced like a maniac and thank God her body looked just like mine or any of my friends. Ok, she had extensions, but other than that, she had a little cellulite, a bit of extra this or that here and there, and boy was she gorgeous. I sure wish you didn’t have to see her in person, and pretty close up, to realize she’s just a regular gal like the rest of us. On the outside at least, inside no one is regular and that’s all I’ll say out of my new found Britney respect. Unfortunately I don’t have anything exciting like smuggled tigers or great twin mexican dancers this trip, maybe it means we are finally growing up.
And that brings me to my opener of Mr. Maguire. I left my full time job of three and half years in May to take over my art full time. I had a boyfriend who was helping support me and was making enough on my own through Etsy to pay the bills. When I left said job I totally Jerry Maguire memo’d Corporate in my exit letter, and although there was no Bob Sugar showdown, my exit was dramatic enough not to return. It gives you a sense of make it or break it in a new found way and so I’ve spent the summer working, hard. Last week I had my Avery moment though when my boyfriend and I broke up, there was no physical punch in the face in my version but definetly a wake up call that it was time to pick up the pace, or go back to the corporate grind. And “today our small company had a really big day”, hopefully a start to my road to Martha-dom. We are going to be featured (fingers crossed) in a fantastic magazine this fall, and on top of that I have an interview for an internship at a major Event Planning company that could lead to a career in creativity and still time for my art. So many people share this dream with me to do something they love, and 
I don’t want to be one that goes through life just hoping. I know I have to work hard for it and today was very rewarding in making my goals a reality, one that could be a huge platform for success. But no, I’m not going to quote Rod Tidwell, if I wanted someone to show me the money I would stay in the cubicle, instead I will leave you with Jerry’s mentor Dicky Fox, and try very hard to remember his words, “I love the mornings! I clap my hands every morning and say, ‘This is gonna be a great day!’. I said it this morning and I hope to say it everyone after, it may not come easy but I am grabbing the goldfish and saying “Who is coming with me?”.
