frollicking festival of friday five
The Friday Five Folks are moving this week, so I’ll do an old one instead! This one was originally posted Friday, December 14th (2 days after my birthday!).
1. What did you want to be when you grew up?
Many different things. When I was really little, I wanted to be an equestrian. This gradually shifted to veterinarian, which was my goal from third grade all the way through my freshman year of high school. It was around this time that I took Teddy to the vet, and had to watch the vet inform an old man that his dog had passed away. The man, who had to be at least 80, leaned on the counter and sobbed as the vet handed him the empty collar, and at that moment I knew with absolute clarity that I couldn’t do that. I didn’t want to have a job where I had to deal that directly with death, so I went looking for something else. From my sophomore year of high school until about a week into my first year of college, I wanted to be either a professional French Horn player (in a symphony or similar) or a band director. Olaf sucked that desire right out of me … at which point I dropped my music major and ended up majoring in theatre. My life goal now is to co-opt the life of my college acting professor. I want to marry someone wealthy but wonderful, have adorable children, teach acting to college students all day and act professionally at night. Okay, I could vary it a little, but that’s essentially the goal.
2. Do you have any nicknames?
God, I’ve had so many nicknames in my life. Ali (occasionally toothless Ali), Sissy, Punky (which I actually thought was my name when I was about three), Ines (and eight years later, Inez), Abe, Shiggy, Barta-baby, Scylla, Freesia, Monkey, Heidi, My Special Girl, etc etc. (One Townie, who shall remain nameless, calls me Leeshie Bar-tah). It’s still sort of odd to me to have people call me by my actual name.
3. If you could change something about yourself what would it be?
Jesus. Do you want the real answer, or the answer that will make you feel like I’m a decent human being? You know what, I’m going to plead the fifth. I’ve got to draw the self-disclosure line somewhere.
4. Have you ever bought anything from an infomercial?
Yup. I bought the whole Winsor Pilates video set a couple of months ago while I was up at three in the morning bored and watching TV. They’re … okay. Nothing miraculous.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend?
Well, I’m so glad you asked! Tonight, I’m going to Swanky B Studio (at 800 Morerand) to do a workshop presentation at 8:00. You should come see it! I’ve been working for the past couple of weeks on this exceedingly odd (but very fulfilling) pseudo-generative-movement-kinda project with Pinky Budraitis, GJ, ZZ, Comte, Jaye, and The Girl. It’s been a really good time, although it’s exhausting work (both emotionally and physically) on top of it being a week which has not been easy for me for unrelated reasons. So, that’s tonight, after which we’re going drinking (huzzah!) and then who knows. On Saturday, I’m driving Patti somewhere to pick up a cleaner for her art deco couch which is covered in Kasmo fuzz. Then we’re going to paint the dining room, maybe? And then maybe to Nanny-Tiger’s in West Seattle for her BBQ, if I’m not total toast by then. On Sunday, I’m going to do yet MORE painting, and also go to BWC! Then, I am going to collapse in a painty, mosquito-bitten pile and sleep right there for three or four days. I’m really looking forward to that part.
I dont know what I’m going to do this weekend. I’ll take it as it comes, I guess.
Libby
Tonight: a rave somewhere in the desert northeast of LA, if I decide that I have the energy to drive to LA in the first place.
Tomorrow night: my first-ever trip to a goth club. Wish me luck as I dress in black and try to fit in.
Sunday: recover from all the partying. Do laundry, maybe. Pay bills, maybe. All that dumb stuff I put off as long as possible and then suffer more for having done so, and I tell myself “Self, next time pay your bills ON TIME and they’ll be so much easier to deal with.” And then I don’t listen to me.
Tonight: a rave somewhere in the desert northeast of LA, if I decide that I have the energy to drive to LA in the first place.
Tomorrow night: my first-ever trip to a goth club. Wish me luck as I dress in black and try to fit in.
Sunday: recover from all the partying. Do laundry, maybe. Pay bills, maybe. All that dumb stuff I put off as long as possible and then suffer more for having done so, and I tell myself “Self, next time pay your bills ON TIME and they’ll be so much easier to deal with.” And then I don’t listen to me.
Errr wow, it actually posted that without my name or email address. Oops. Sorry for the clutter!
I’m glad YOU asked!
I’m coming to see your presentation tonight, Peaches. (You didn’t list that nickname, but it may because I’ve been calling you “Peaches” for a year but somehow neglected to mention it to you.) I could probably be coerced into going out drinking with you.
I’ll see you again at the BBQ on Saturday, and then I’m spending Sunday catching up on plays I put off seeing, because next weekend I’ll be in Pennsylvania for a family reunion. I’m… so… happy….
Thanks for asking!
Tonight I went to a cafĂ© I’ve never been to before with a woman from France and a man from Italy. *grin* Fun for tomorrow is work unfortunately, but it’ll only be two more days ‘til my weekend. Woo hoo!
I live my weekends vicariously through all of you while I fry in my driveway in Phoenix, trying to reinflate my wife’s van’s tire for the 12th time.
Champaign. Using the “I’ve got a dentist appointment in Springfield” excuse to go up & take Monday off as well. 3 day weekend. w00w00t!