Tuesday, June 19, 2007

wake-up call

Who needs an alarm clock? I was awakened this morning by two things:

* The loudmouth "drill sergeant" who runs the local Boot Camp Fitness thing in my neighborhood. She was screaming at her troops as they jogged along my street - at 6 AM.

* A moth, trapped in my bedroom, battering itself against the walls, presumably trying to find its way out.

I can think of about ten other ways in which I'd prefer to wake up, a few of which are unfit to put in this forum. Funny, though, isn't it? A screaming fitness instructor and a little teenytiny moth can have the same effect.

I must admit, however, that I do like getting up rather early. I NEVER thought I would ever say that since I'll sleep 'til dusk when left to my own devices. I think it has to do with our very, very long summer days here in the South.

That and the fact that I've finally come to the realization that I don't bounce back the way I used to, ifyaknowwhatimean....

Monday, June 18, 2007

topsy - turvy

Well, well, well.

To say that the weekend was interesting would not only be boring but also an understatement. In a nutshell, I had fun, laughed some, cried some, stressed myself, relaxed myself, bonded further with my family, and went on a date. I'm exhausted physically and emotionally.

And today I have to go back to work...which I'll just go ahead and say I don't want to do. But I'll soldier through, do the deed, and then I'm off again for a spell.

Cried, you ask? Yes, I cried. Disappointment stinks, and (please beware: hyperbole ahead) I feel like a little teeny tiny part of me went cold and hard over the weekend. It makes me feel older, and I don't like that.

Ok, enough krypticism. This week holds...

* work
* a party
* preparing for said party (no small task)
* a convocation of old friends, which is sure to revive the small part of me that went cold this weekend

Good times.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

and i hear people say she's getting old...

I have not been working for the last few days, so I have indulged in the luxury of NOT shaving. I like to do that every now and then. I don't particularly like the way I look with a beard, but my skin feels like a baby's when I finally shave it off my face. I do like that.

So I was all ready to let the beard grow out until I have to go back to work on Monday, when I looked in the mirror this morning...

...and saw grey in my whiskers.

I couldn't slather on the fancypants, costs-more-than-it-should-but-smells-so-good shaving cream fast enough.

Now, I'm not one of those people that freaks out about getting old (generally). But I wasn't of clear head this morning, so I lost it for a second. Grey hair in combination with a bit of recent weight gain spells "Oh...he used to be so cute," not "Damn, Daddy!"

So I lost the grey. Now I'll lose the weight. If only I could do that in the shower, too.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

a new favorite thing

I was strolling along Tenth Street today, mocking the fools that line up for the Flying Biscuit (I mean, why wait an HOUR in 90 degree heat for a plate of mediocre eggs and pudge), when I saw a t-shirt that had this on it:

"Guns don't kill people...people with moustaches kill people."


Wednesday, June 06, 2007

i'm as corny as kansas in august

So. Here's what I did today:

* Moved rack of costumes into basement storage space. I can now walk around in my kitchen...heck I might even set up a table and chairs...
* Agreed to go on a trip to NYC: three days of Broadway shows and workshops, with all expenses paid by a third party. To think that I had to think TWICE about this...
* Booked a room for a performance with a partner-in-crime who is out of his mind...
* Secured a DJ for said performance (also a friend and fellow fool)
* Confirmed plans with another fool who has agreed to write and direct the thing
* Went to the gym...to fit into costumes for said event
* Went to the grocery and bought healthy food so I can fit into the costumes so that a friend and I can make fools of ourselves in a piece written by an even greater fool at a venue where our other friend will be spinning...
* Agreed to leave the PR up to the OSW (he's good at that, dontchaknow...) I don't imagine that the six people who read these words amount to "letting the cat out of the bag." However, it is the interweb...
* Oh...and decided to take an acting class to keep the machine gassed up if ya know what I mean...

Not a bad day. This could be a wonderful thing and then again...this could be a debacle, but it sure is fun the think about.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

gin and regret

Well, well, well.

Contrary to what the OSW says on his blog (link to the right), I did NOT participate in a drink off with him on Saturday night. After speaking with the OSW early on Saturday, I figured that he had too much of a lead and that I'd cut my losses. There are two sides to every story, y'all...

I made up for lost time, however, at the OSW's brunch on Sunday. Oy. A delicious blend of food, drink, and friends. Which blended into a porch party elsewhere...which blended into Blake's...which blended into blah blah blah blah blah...

Life in America is hard. I mean, I have a big party to plan (with the aforementioned OSW), guests to prepare for, and a cabaret to write.

I'm swamped.