Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

My dear, dear friends; CB insisting that I go see Beck with him, and that it's his treat; fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches; quality time with Zach at the beginning of happy hour; getting plenty of sleep; owning up to the fact that I was horribly unhappy at my old job, and even though I have no money now, I somehow still feel like the luckiest girl in the world

I had a crazy dream last night where I went to see Bob Dylan play in a high school gymnasium. The bleachers had been pulled in and stairs with ascending platforms had been build right in front of the stage, and plastic chairs lined up on the platforms. I sat in the very last row, my head almost touching the ceiling. Everybody except me, including the person I had come with, were dressed as goths. But in the dream it seemed perfectly normal that Bob Dylan had a large goth following.

For some reason there were like 17 opening acts. I never got to see Bob Dylan. I walked out when a guy wearing mustard on his shirt, singing about mustard, started handing out packets of mustard as if they were exciting party favors. All the goth kids seemed very excited about the mustard.

When I walked out I went over to concessions and Chris from Barcode was working. In fact, concessions was colored and lit just like Barcode. He pointed to me, said, “Jack and Diet?” and then went to work getting it for me. When he came back with the drink, I asked him what he was doing here. He looked at me like I was crazy, that it was the most normal thing in the would for him to be serving alcohol in a high school where Bob Dylan is putting on a show for goth kids. He told me then that he was cutting me off, that I clearly had consumed too much. I protested that I hadn't had a drink yet, that this was my first one, but then I started to get really dizzy. As I fell, Zach appeared from nowhere and caught me, and laid me gently on the ground. He felt my forehead and told me everything was gonna be okay.

Then I blacked out. Then I woke up. It took me a whole 10 minutes of being awake to sort out that it had been a dream and not a memory of last night.

“For those of you who don't know, the man standing in the back is my father, Thom Tollerson”, [pauses as everyone who knows and loves Thom applauds], “and he taught me everything I know, including how to wear a skirt.” - Sarah Tollerson

106 West is open once again, ready to provide musical entertainment to the greater Winder area. Here are some pictures of the opening event last night. Also check out the extremely talented bands who rocked the house for us - Sarah Tollerson & the Big Fantastic, Mike Willis & the Escape Artists, and Leaving Araby.

You may notice that there is new look around here. There was a need to simplify.

As for the rest of life, the past few weeks there have been highs and lows and seemingly not much in between.

I will say that I am no longer at my corporate dayjob, and have decided to freelance full time. This is simultaneously the most exciting and the most terrifying thing I have ever done. However, I have noticed that I am excited to “go to work” every day. There are new challenges everyday. And not knowing where the next check is coming from is causing me to work my ass off. And I love it.