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Saturday, June 11, 2005
HAPPY STEPH DAY!!!
Steph M, that is. Puppy's Momma is four-and-twenty this fine hot June morn, hurrah and huzzah! We shall be drinking and making of the merry later this eve.
Last night, my own momma and I went to The Duplex, i.e. The First Place I Ever Got Drunk in Public, for the watching of a cabaret-slash-karaoke evening featuring exclusively showtunes (billed as "mostly Sondheim" it was, as these things tend to be, "occasionally Sondheim". But the participant showed admirable taste and their selections ranged towards the Jason Robert Brown as opposed to the whoever-it-is-who-wrote-Jekyll-and-Hyde type songs.) It was vaguely like crashing someone else's party, but they were all affable and every singer was extraordinarily talented, which you rarely see in real karaoke. (You also rarely see a live pianist at real karaoke.) It rather felt like I was home. It was a crowd that I understood, although Mom and I may have been the only non-theatre professionals/B.F.A in Musical Theatre-holders/Friends of Dorothy in the room. P'rhaps I should have gone for a B.F.A. in musical theatre, but to what end, darlings? To what end?
This afternoon: dinner and Childstar screening with Goose (featuring Q&A with Don McKellar!)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:55 AM | shower me with attention
Steph M, that is. Puppy's Momma is four-and-twenty this fine hot June morn, hurrah and huzzah! We shall be drinking and making of the merry later this eve.
Last night, my own momma and I went to The Duplex, i.e. The First Place I Ever Got Drunk in Public, for the watching of a cabaret-slash-karaoke evening featuring exclusively showtunes (billed as "mostly Sondheim" it was, as these things tend to be, "occasionally Sondheim". But the participant showed admirable taste and their selections ranged towards the Jason Robert Brown as opposed to the whoever-it-is-who-wrote-Jekyll-and-Hyde type songs.) It was vaguely like crashing someone else's party, but they were all affable and every singer was extraordinarily talented, which you rarely see in real karaoke. (You also rarely see a live pianist at real karaoke.) It rather felt like I was home. It was a crowd that I understood, although Mom and I may have been the only non-theatre professionals/B.F.A in Musical Theatre-holders/Friends of Dorothy in the room. P'rhaps I should have gone for a B.F.A. in musical theatre, but to what end, darlings? To what end?
This afternoon: dinner and Childstar screening with Goose (featuring Q&A with Don McKellar!)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:55 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Are you enjoying the heat wave?
I sit right under the air conditioning vent at work. I'm so cold that my fingers are stiff and it's hard to type. I spent most of yesterday huddled in an ugly sweater with a fleece scarf, left in Kirsten's desk from the wintertime, wrapped around my legs because I'd made the mistake of wearing a skirt to work.
But I can't quite bring myself to wear a sweater or bring gloves to work, because when I step outside in the morning, oh, the heat.
What happened to medium? Isn't there any medium anymore?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:57 PM | shower me with attention
Happy 71st birthday, Donald Duck!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:12 AM | shower me with attention
I sit right under the air conditioning vent at work. I'm so cold that my fingers are stiff and it's hard to type. I spent most of yesterday huddled in an ugly sweater with a fleece scarf, left in Kirsten's desk from the wintertime, wrapped around my legs because I'd made the mistake of wearing a skirt to work.
But I can't quite bring myself to wear a sweater or bring gloves to work, because when I step outside in the morning, oh, the heat.
What happened to medium? Isn't there any medium anymore?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:57 PM | shower me with attention
Happy 71st birthday, Donald Duck!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:12 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
I wonder if people who meet us as adults, separately, and then later together, realize what a set me and Kirsten are. I'm Tavie, of Kirsten and Tavie, and she's Kirsten, of Tavie and Kirsten. I think only our family and our old, old friends realize how much this is true and will always be true.
(Stiff upper lip old chap, she'll be back.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:11 PM | shower me with attention
(Stiff upper lip old chap, she'll be back.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:11 PM | shower me with attention
Since I'm in the habit of posting something every day I will, but I don't have much to say. Today wasn't much different than yesterday.
Oh, I made real fried chicken for the first time ever, and ate real fried chicken for the first time in over a year. Thank you, Atkins Bake Mix.
...
My favourite part of the day is coming home and spending time in my apartment. On Friday it will have been an exact month since we moved in. It's almost put away, there's still some things to be done. But it's great. That's why I want to come home every day after work, that's why my friends think I'm boring. But I've never lived in such a nice, clean, pretty place before.
...
I've lost a couple of things, somewhere in the unpacking/shifting process. I had a picture of my Dad in the White Mountains when he was a little kid, that I'd put in a silver frame that I snitched out of my parents' closet of things they were given for their 25th wedding anniversary (TEN years ago!). And a white handkerchief with red roses that used to be my grandma's. And a yellow quilted "O" that I've had my whole life (Kirsten has a red "K", and without the "K" the "O" was just a circle, I'd never noticed that before, is that a metaphor for something?) and they were all here on my windowsill in my new room and somehow I put them away somewhere and now they're lost. I've looked in every possible place they could be in this room, and the room is quite small, and they're just not here. I don't understand it. I'm certain I'll come across them years from now, possibly the next time I move.
...
I went home-- my parents' home-- on Sunday and had dinner with the family and the cats were very standoffish at first. But when I got into my bed the Stinka climbed on me and presented his belly for scratchin' just like I'd never left. I sure miss those putties.
...
...that's really all I have right now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:59 PM | shower me with attention
Oh, I made real fried chicken for the first time ever, and ate real fried chicken for the first time in over a year. Thank you, Atkins Bake Mix.
...
My favourite part of the day is coming home and spending time in my apartment. On Friday it will have been an exact month since we moved in. It's almost put away, there's still some things to be done. But it's great. That's why I want to come home every day after work, that's why my friends think I'm boring. But I've never lived in such a nice, clean, pretty place before.
...
I've lost a couple of things, somewhere in the unpacking/shifting process. I had a picture of my Dad in the White Mountains when he was a little kid, that I'd put in a silver frame that I snitched out of my parents' closet of things they were given for their 25th wedding anniversary (TEN years ago!). And a white handkerchief with red roses that used to be my grandma's. And a yellow quilted "O" that I've had my whole life (Kirsten has a red "K", and without the "K" the "O" was just a circle, I'd never noticed that before, is that a metaphor for something?) and they were all here on my windowsill in my new room and somehow I put them away somewhere and now they're lost. I've looked in every possible place they could be in this room, and the room is quite small, and they're just not here. I don't understand it. I'm certain I'll come across them years from now, possibly the next time I move.
...
I went home-- my parents' home-- on Sunday and had dinner with the family and the cats were very standoffish at first. But when I got into my bed the Stinka climbed on me and presented his belly for scratchin' just like I'd never left. I sure miss those putties.
...
...that's really all I have right now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:59 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, June 06, 2005
Rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain.
I set my noise machine to the "rain" sound to see if it would be like hearing the rain in stereo.
It didn't, it was dumb. So I set it to the "wind" sound. But that's kind of creepy.
So I'm going to turn it off and just listen to the real rain.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:20 PM | shower me with attention
I set my noise machine to the "rain" sound to see if it would be like hearing the rain in stereo.
It didn't, it was dumb. So I set it to the "wind" sound. But that's kind of creepy.
So I'm going to turn it off and just listen to the real rain.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:20 PM | shower me with attention
