We had plans to go to the community playhouse for a murder mystery this month, but plans change. House of Blues is opening in Houston, and one of the shows really stood out. Ghostland Observatory is an Austin duo that, quite simply, rocks. Check out their MySpace here. Their sound is hard to categorize, so you’ll just have to check them out for yourselves. This will be our first show in a long time, and I’m totally stoked. It will be one of the first shows in the new venue, and it’s sure to deliver.

Update: The show was awesome! Hard Rock will be the place to see a show in Houston once they complete construction. My only complaint, other than $7 beers, is that concerts have changed. Since when are you required to say “Excuse Me” while pushing your way to the front of the stage? We received several comments from people who were offended by this behavior. Hello! This is a rock concert! The band was incredible and I highly suggest seeing them while they are still playing the smaller venues.

We’re celebrating life and electricity tonight. Ike shook the house for several hours this morning, but all is well here in Katy. There are many in the area that have not been so fortunate. The coastal area is, for the most part, devastated. Flooding and fire, along with 110 mph winds have taken their toll. We are lucky: we are thankful.

This is the worst storm I’ve ever been through. Things got really hairy about 4 AM. Unknown objects were bouncing off the roof. The house was creaking at the seams. The winds were so strong that the windows were chattering with the pressure. I tried not to let Fiona know I was scared, but I was.

Fortunately, we live in a new, well protected subdivision. There were no tall trees to succumb to the howling winds. We have little debris to clean up.  Power was out for less than a full day.   We have plenty of wine to keep us entertained.  The storm is over, but the hard work begins.  It is unknown when Houston, much less Galveston and the coastal areas, will be up and running.

It’s so fuckin’ quiet. I have both tv’s on and all I hear is silence. There’s a loneliness that slowly consumes me the later it gets. I should go to bed, but there’s nobody there. I don’t feel ready for sleep.

I lived by myself for seven years and was never lonely. Turns out, I never had anyone I really missed. I’ve been singing Cinderella all week long. That’s really strange, because I never really liked them as a band. I LOVE my wife, and she’s been gone for a whopping three days. That’s not very long, but I really miss her. I seriously can’t remember when the last time we spent time apart was. I know how cheesy it sounds, but it’s true.

I feel like I’m just sitting around waiting. I hate waiting. Ask Fiona. I’m really bad. This is a different kind of wait. It’s not like a slow checker at the grocery store or being stuck in traffic. I can’t change lines or exit and take the long way. This is one I’ll just have to sit out. The waiting ends tomorrow morning, but I’ll be at work by then. Somehow I’m thinking it’ll be different once she’s off the plane. Does that make any sense?

I’m feeling better now that I’ve jotted this down. It’s not like having her here, but I’m sending a little piece of myself all the way to Seattle to be with her. I hope she sees this before she gets home. I’m letting everyone read it, but it’s mostly for her.

Baby, I miss you! I need you around to brighten up this joint. Turn it back into a home. See you soon!!!!

Update; I just finished watching the Cinderella video. It took 25 years, but I think they’re growing on me. Here’s another video you may or may not remember. I may have even seen these guys in concert, 80’s were a long time ago.