2003-06-02 - 6:56 p.m.
Sunny days, sweepin' the clouds away...
Something looks really strange outside... Hmmm.... There’s a bright light of some sort. And green things. And blue stuff everywhere. What the hell?
Oh, yeah. It’s SUNNY. It’s about freakin’ time.
Anyway. Yeah, my birthday was on Saturday. Saturday turns most birthdays into nothing; you don’t have to work, so you can’t take a special day off, and people forget because they go into weekend mode. Then people make plans, unless you set something up ages in advance. I, for one, had to do a concert. The rest of the day went a little something like this:
Wake up too early.
Make huge breakfast consisting of eggs, veggies and turkey sausage, plus a big pot of coffee.
Read the paper.
Chat online for two hours.
Draw a bubble bath, then read in said bubble bath, then answer the phone in bubble bath and talk to Grandpop for so long you get too hot and have to get out of bubble bath before you want to.
Apply mud mask.
Answer phone and talk to best guy friend for 45 minutes (Josh is AWESOME.)
Remove mud mask, which has started to flake off because of the length of the phone call.
Chat online for several more hours.
Eat lunch.
Chat.
Chat.
Try to take nap.
Chat.
Get dressed and pack bag for concert, including PB&J sandwich. This took 10 minutes.
Chat.
Chat.
Finally, reluctantly, log off and leave for gig.
Yeah. I spent almost all day on the computer. The weather was yucky, I was sleepy... Heck. But the concert was fun. We even danced backstage while the visiting gospel choir was on, and I showed off my girl-group moves. Because this was a “fun” concert, we were all asked to wear scarves with our black dresses. I brought in this gorgeous scarf/shawl that my boss brought me from Paris—brownish-gold velvet burnout with fringes. It’s beautiful. I decided to tie it around my waist, and everyone thought that was a great idea—except Choir Bitch. She touched my scarf, looked at me and SHOOK HER FOOL HEAD. Excuse me???? You can’t open your damn superior mouth and say, “That’s a great scarf. I think it would look better around your neck”????? Noooo, of course not. So I took a poll. Choir Bitch was the only person who didn’t like it. I even got some of the other altos to wrap their scarves around their waists.
I’m such a rebel.
Oh, hell. It was my birthday and my last concert with the group. Choir Bitch can kiss my ass.
Anyway. Afterwards, some friends and I went to my favorite diner, where I promptly stuffed myself on cheese fries and a chocolate milkshake. YUMMY. We were there until 1 am. K brought me a gift, and I think I blushed for the first time in my life. She got me a copy of The Big O and one of Women on Top, so I can start my *ahem* “new avocation”, as she called it. I don’t think I stopped laughing for a good five minutes. Hi-freakin’-larious. She knows me too well.
Yesterday was also a wash, for the most part. I spent all day inside. I did laundry. I chatted. I bathed. I napped. You know, all the lazy Sunday shit. I also tested out a certain *ahem* massager, and I totally see what all the fuss is about. It was like, “la la la... Ooh, Mr. Holland’s Opus is on... la la la.... cool buzzing... la la—OH WOW! DAYUM!”, etc. Good times.
In other news, 3WA might not be shutting down after all. Woo hoo! Sara ROOLZ! This is great, except for one thing: I released the URL to this journal on the boards, and now I can’t take it back. Heh. I also pledged lots of money, which is cool because I just got a birthday check AND my honorarium from Disney World, so I’m all set for a while. I can finally afford a fat donation to my online home.
I can afford an even bigger one because my neighbor up at school (he’s in the other 1-br apartment in the house) wants to set up a wireless network for us and split the cost. $20/month vs. $45/month for regular hi-speed online? Not a question. Then he suggested trying to split regular cable too. Score!
In yet more news... I was right on about who would remember my birthday. D called. Josh called, as I said earlier. He’s the best. Kelley called yesterday. The Visitor? He did not call. He did not email. He is a WANKER.
But I got the most awesome fantastically fabulous e-card from two of my lovely readers! They sent the same one, as did my friend Leslie. But you know what? It’s the best card EVER, so I just think all of my fantastically fabulous girlfriends have excellent taste.
And, of course, it’s my last Monday at work. They’re interviewing three potential replacements tomorrow. They want me to be a part of the process, which is great, but also kind of weird. I’m replaceable. Well, no, I’m not. And I know it. It just feels weird. But one of the performance directors on the road sent me a really, really sweet card, so I feel lurved. Yay!
