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....

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.

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.

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."

Hah!

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.

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.