…and then this morning I Googled “master cleanse.”
ooooooohhhhhhhhh man, I am full of food. This year’s food-trip with Tara and Dave was shorter than the last time, but I managed to get an extraordinary amount of eating in. I started strong and ended strong, you guys. I had ice cream for dinner last night. Yes, that is bragging.
We did some antiquing (someone please send me these chairs), some drinking (heh, “some”), and some friend-gathering as we repeatedly hid from the oppressive heat. I recorded a podcast as the first female guest for a future episode of Totally Hungover, which may or may not end up being the last time they allow a female guest. There was officially too much Whataburger and not enough migas. Continue reading
Dewey update: eighty donations to hospitals, detention centers, schools and library programs. It’s a rough time for fundraising, you guys. I know that I did this all quickly and on the sly, and you have all been fantastic at spreading the word, including some heavy twitter-hitters, but normally Dewey gets a few more books than this by now. Thank you so much for all the help. I’m going to wait until this afternoon before I put up another wishlist, because I think the C.A.U.S.E. program has received less than ten books.
Here’s a story I’ve been meaning to tell since Monday, when I listed the children’s hospitals. I mentioned that I’d had two mortifying experiences in children’s hospitals, the second-worst being the other week when I went to Monroe, Louisiana, on a red-eye in a leg brace to visit fourteen-year old Madeleine, who was suffering from a kidney infection. If you haven’t read Sarah’s account of it (Fancy new digs, Lady Bunting!), just know that it ended with four grown-ups and a teenager trapped in a hospital room as the specialist gave a ten-minute speech on how to clean and care for your vagina, with advice both helpful: Continue reading
EAT THROUGH AUSTIN, the final list: Continue reading
The morning after the wedding, we woke up and listened to this song in bed and thought about how happy we were and how perfectly the wedding went and how lucky we were to have these amazing friends and family who braved the rain and snow and winds and this strange waterfall that happens on our front steps when it pours outside. Continue reading
Overheard this weekend as I walked back to my table after finishing a heartfelt rendition of “A Natural Woman”:
I was talking about this with Dan last night, how I always enter the Karaoke joint thinking, “Tonight I’ll just play it cool. Sit back. Enjoy the show. There’s no need to act like a moron in front of all these people.” And then half an hour later I’m rolling on the floor, possibly touching my crotch.
“Oh, I know,” Dan said. “It’s how we met.”
This weekend I was going to “play it cool” and ended up onstage no less than six times. I touched strangers. A group of hipsters in 80’s gear danced in front of us so we couldn’t see the stage. I stole their hats and gave them to other people. And they let me. The last time I was at this particular establishment, the girl who couldn’t stop dancing like she was both Romy and Michele became the centerpiece of my rendition of Pearl Jam’s “Black.” I crawled between her legs and we got to at least first base.
A) Why do I do this?
B) Why do people continue to let me? Continue reading
almost out of birthday week
Well, Birthday Week is quickly coming to a close, but I did have a rather fun time at my party this weekend. Since the digital camera is the new toy of the house, people were taking pictures left and right (that is, until the batteries died). They didn’t sign wavers or anything, but I’m pretty sure I told all of them that their pictures would be up. I think I did, anyway. Pretty sure. Yeah. I don’t know. There was lots of wine involved.
and keep forgetting things about diane
It’s all over.
But I’ve got a good story.
Friday afternoon I got to the Comedy Sportz playhouse bright and early (2:30pm) to go over the show with Chuy and then take a look at the stage. They were teaching a defensive driving class at the time, so I dawdled by watching the ice skaters. Chuy had some pizza. I had a coffee and some leg twitching. We walked into the theatre and took a look at the small stage and looked around the space. There’s a section of the piece where I run off-stage and come back on from a different location. It wasn’t going to be easy in this space, especially if there were a lot of people coming.
a short film with four characters (no spoilers unless you want ’em)
the time: last night.
the place: my car.
the characters: eric, pam, chuy, cathy
another weekend to remember
I made it.
I made it to Monday.
one upping the one person show
Oh, I’m sleepy. It’s been a long week, but I’ve only been at work for three days.
We tech the show tonight. This means for the first time ever people will see this show that aren’t Eric or the cats. I’m a little nervous, but I’m sure Ray, Chuy and Matt will be a good crowd. My hope is that if it really isn’t good one of them will come up to me and say, “Look, I really think you should just pretend that you came down with an illness or something and back out of this thing. Really. For your sake, for my sake… for everyone’s sake, really.”
But I’m sure that won’t happen.