As soon as I pressed "Post"

on that last post, I realized that I didn't even get to the part I planned to write about in the first place. I have three loves in my life (okay, probably many more): one fantasizes about jellyfish, one wears a cat suit, and the other is my piano. Probably the best gift I've ever received; I am a lucky girl. When I was a kid, and it was Christmastime, I would sit at the piano for hours playing carols. Now I find myself nearing my favorite season, without a repertoire of songs to play. I am dying for some Charlie Brown! Unfortunately, Seattle (for being the music-centric city that it is...or says it is) is seriously lacking in the sheet music department. Capitol Music closed last year. I have to go all the way to the 'burbs for my fix. Not cool! But I will do it for you, Vince Guaraldi! In the meantime, I've so totally fallen in love with Yann Tiersen and just about everything he has ever written for the piano. Oy. And since you're well acquainted with the other two, let me introduce you to my third love:

my head is a box full of everything

So, two major updates: 1) I'M GOING TO NEW ZEALAND IN 15 DAYS to celebrate the wonder that is our favorite Kiwi, Mr. Cameron Death, before he leaves us for, um, Los Angeles. It is just now sinking in that we will be Cammy-less in a month which for me means a) there will no longer be Perez Hilton interludes in the Microsoft dinner conversations (I may not survive) b) I might actually start having to, like, hang out with my boyfriend and stuff c) no more night eating stories d) Seattle will be that much less tidy and scented-candled. In fact, Seattle might actually smell completely different without Cameron and his artillery of scented candles. God, it's going to be miserable. 2) My wonderful and financially irresponsible boyfriend bought me a PIANO for my birthday. A friggin piano! It's electric, which I had always kind of wondered about ... but friends, let me tell you, I am in love. She is beautiful. She SOUNDS beautiful. She also has a headphone jack (important when you live in a small apartment and your boyfriend is tired of hearing Chopin). The problem is, I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. I'm at work and all I think about is this piano. I just want to go home and play it. It was strange, the first night I got it I couldn't do a thing, and then the other night, all of the sudden, my fingers just REMEMBERED how to do it. And now I'm Pathetique-ing all over the place. I forgot how much I miss playing music! I did it for so many years and then didn't do it for so many years. It's very therapeutic. Oh yeah, there is also a 3) Keep your eye out for my fight with a fellow Seattlest writer about why Portland > Seattle. Should be up today or tomorrow. And then all of you Portland peeps best be chiming in. Support the homeland.