I rode Critical Mass this evening. Fiction met at 8:00 for drinks and dinner to celebrate the completion of our CD. Lisa and Denise spent last weekend burning, printing and assembling the package and I was so impressed that I suggested we celebrate.
I also wanted to find out where everyone was at, and it turned into a pretty involved discussion and airing laundry. I told them how I was ready to quit in March; Chris expressed frustration and non-involvement with the band's sound now; and Lisa broke it off because she was feeling sick. A real downer for what was supposed to be a celebration, but it brought out our true faces.
Denise and Rosalie both got laid off from their .com jobs. Rosalie left for L.A. for the weekend. She's taking the month off.
