After threatening to call the cops on the resident crazies, one can surely understand my feeling when I returned home from shopping yesterday morning and found a cop in my vestibule. He looked a little confused, and seemed to have been given the wrong apartment number, and I couldn't say what I really wanted to, which was "Did you by any chance ( Read more... )

I really never thought I would ever in real life say the words "Do I need to call the fucking cops? Because I've got the phone in my hand and I fucking will." But I definitely just said those words and meant them ( Read more... )

Christmas day was filled with many reminders of why my family is a big pile of awesome. I did the three-hour drive to my grandmother's house on Christmas morning and arrived just before the house exploded with people--there are only a dozen of us at 100% attendance, but the house is small ( Read more... )

My "weekend" consists only of Monday and half of Tuesday (usually), but this was a pretty significant one. For several reasons ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a double-whammy: moving day and opening night. I'm now living in a quiet condo with a couple of college girls, whom I like thus far. I'm just relieved to be back to riding the train, rather than dealing with city traffic every day. And outrageous parking fees. I won't miss those ( Read more... )

I feel like my life is turning into that of a hermit crab, except that the shell is my car, and switching terrariums is the major task. In the last week and a half, I went from tech week to previews, meaning fifteen-hour days whilst the following went down: moved to a temp house, blew out a tire and as a result had a fight with my dad that led to ( Read more... )

My last couple of days in Chicago were interesting. I hit a guy's motorcycle, and he asked me out ( Read more... )

I like when things happen quickly.

Two days before my super-sweet FELA! laundry job ended, I got a call from VDK in Chicago. Her current show needed to be built from scratch--namely some bear suits--and she wanted to know if I could come and help. I didn't even hesitate. "I finish tomorrow, I can be on the road to you the next day." The catch ( Read more... )

Wedding weekend is over, and I'm back to my laundry room in the morning. I have another two weeks in DC, doing mountains of laundry for the FELA! tour. Aside from the commute, I love it; blasting music and dancing over laundry baskets alone for several hours each morning is good detox from camp life ( Read more... )

Ladies and gents, it has happened: I got hit on with a fake palm reading ( Read more... )