No, it really doesn't take much to entertain me sometimes.
I'm glad I did decide to go out tonight. This week at home has been wonderfully fun in some ways, and uncomfortably tough in others. Going out with funkypeaches and Scott made me happy after a sucky day, mostly because I like laughing myself blue. I was originally talked into hitting up Magnus for the Munch kids show, which was very silly but cute and quite suited to its audience. I forgot how much I enjoyed Munch books as a kid. And I must say, Thomas's snow suit was pretty sweet. Technically I was there to strike the set, though it turned out that the strike was actually scheduled for tomorrow, so basically we carted the excessively duplicated props down to the basement. Saw a few theater folks I haven't in a while... funkypeaches insisted on introducing me to a bunch of people by lj user name, which was pretty funny. Hopefully, she will post the picture of me stroking the enormous needle from 'Show and Tell' soon - who doesn't want to see that? Afterwards it was a trip to Mr. Chinese, where the girl-I-should-know-the-name-of-cause-I-always-talk-to-her was the first person to mention my hair having been cut (a little), which I thought was awesome. I hope our server didn't take it in the wrong context when funkypeaches exclaimed "These beads are so great!", in reference to the beads I brought her from T.O. - necklace making beads, of course. Somehow, after driving at random we ended up at the Hodder Tavern, where I had never been before - me being me. While it's not really my type of scene, it also wasn't what I was expecting from reputation. It was hokey and there were some guys beating on each other at one point, but it was ridiculously tidy (for a bar) and pretty unscary. Any night that ends in me giggling madly into my cranberry juice during an intensive conversation about the physics of urination is good by me. I just have to be careful about what I'm yelling over the music near the end of a song. "What I need is a crispy fuc...*oops*"
funkypeaches: "(something something)... mullet on the dance floor."
me: *mishearing* "Did you just call someone a pullet? That's a pretty bizzare and archaic way to call someone a whore."
Last night was alright too - the Definitely Superior Jingle Ball that is. It was the kind of night where you might overhear: "I really should have put my pants back on", and "Aww, now I have to get a tattoo". I foolishly missed the movie (I swear I only listened to a tiny bit of the leaders' debate!), but was there for the flamenco music, which was very nice to flail my limbs insanely dance to. I finally wore out my slutty christmas elf dress, and did have on a jingle bell. Man, there's nothing quite like the cut of december air through fishnets. rain_storm88 won a prize pack, including a tattoo gift certificate! I find the prospect of vicarious tattoos exciting! Yeah! I must admit I miss the Apollo as a venue, though this Kilroy's place could be worse.
Since the beginning of this jaunt home, I have lost my knife (at airport security - frisk me, baby!), my damn wallet, and broken another pair of sunglasses. My luck is bloody great lately. Aw, I'm just grumbling - I have some bigger gears to grind at the moment.
I feel like I've gone back in time. More accurately and yet obscurely, I feel like time is becoming a nautilus shell. The side effects are a general shakiness, and the weight of having much to consider.
There's something really beautiful about coming home after a night out, and while digging for my keys, instead of getting to look at a tiny backyard filled with someone else's junk and a looming puke orange apartment building just across the way; getting to watch the sparkle of a good heavy frost across an expanse of rough cedar board, a backyard full of pure white snow, and a sky full of misty moonlight and *actual* stars. Not to mention waking up to a tall window looking out onto a snow laden tree pine tree, glistening in creamy white sunlight, and a comforting stack of firewood; as opposed to a 6' basement bedroom without a single window. I wish dreams and reality weren't separated by so very many kilometers.
I remember once telling someone that I like acting out on stage the drama I don't really want to experience in real life.
Recent advice I have recevied from the sage seileurt: "Just remember; Bitch, be cool."
I did think everything was cool. *shrug* I like my drama with curtain calls and cast parties, not social discomfort - especially other peoples' on my account.
Tomorrow is going to be a day of trying to fit too much good wintry fun in. Skating and crafting are definitely on the list though. Like I previously posted, if anyone is up for watching me fall on my bum a lot, or getting all cozy with crafts afterwards, do say... There is also talk of caroling...
P.S. I heartily applaud avenray's ugly-words-into-glitter-graphics post. I think I enjoy things like that way too much.
*giggle* Yes, I am a bad person.
funkypeaches: "(something something)... mullet on the dance floor."
me: *mishearing* "Did you just call someone a pullet? That's a pretty bizzare and archaic way to call someone a whore."
Last night was alright too - the Definitely Superior Jingle Ball that is. It was the kind of night where you might overhear: "I really should have put my pants back on", and "Aww, now I have to get a tattoo". I foolishly missed the movie (I swear I only listened to a tiny bit of the leaders' debate!), but was there for the flamenco music, which was very nice to flail my limbs insanely dance to. I finally wore out my slutty christmas elf dress, and did have on a jingle bell. Man, there's nothing quite like the cut of december air through fishnets. rain_storm88 won a prize pack, including a tattoo gift certificate! I find the prospect of vicarious tattoos exciting! Yeah! I must admit I miss the Apollo as a venue, though this Kilroy's place could be worse.
Since the beginning of this jaunt home, I have lost my knife (at airport security - frisk me, baby!), my damn wallet, and broken another pair of sunglasses. My luck is bloody great lately. Aw, I'm just grumbling - I have some bigger gears to grind at the moment.
I feel like I've gone back in time. More accurately and yet obscurely, I feel like time is becoming a nautilus shell. The side effects are a general shakiness, and the weight of having much to consider.
There's something really beautiful about coming home after a night out, and while digging for my keys, instead of getting to look at a tiny backyard filled with someone else's junk and a looming puke orange apartment building just across the way; getting to watch the sparkle of a good heavy frost across an expanse of rough cedar board, a backyard full of pure white snow, and a sky full of misty moonlight and *actual* stars. Not to mention waking up to a tall window looking out onto a snow laden tree pine tree, glistening in creamy white sunlight, and a comforting stack of firewood; as opposed to a 6' basement bedroom without a single window. I wish dreams and reality weren't separated by so very many kilometers.
I remember once telling someone that I like acting out on stage the drama I don't really want to experience in real life.
Recent advice I have recevied from the sage seileurt: "Just remember; Bitch, be cool."
I did think everything was cool. *shrug* I like my drama with curtain calls and cast parties, not social discomfort - especially other peoples' on my account.
Tomorrow is going to be a day of trying to fit too much good wintry fun in. Skating and crafting are definitely on the list though. Like I previously posted, if anyone is up for watching me fall on my bum a lot, or getting all cozy with crafts afterwards, do say... There is also talk of caroling...
P.S. I heartily applaud avenray's ugly-words-into-glitter-graphics post. I think I enjoy things like that way too much.
*giggle* Yes, I am a bad person.