balanced

Trying to weigh these things objectively. Feeling sad about missing general gettin’-shitty-ness at Noc Noc tonight. Also kind of loving idea of getting drunk on cold meds and falling asleep on a couch.

Have a happy weekend, all. I will be getting vicariously shitty through all of you, and I trust you not to let me down.

can’t…resist…meme

Okay, so a lot of memes are lame but I really like this one. Ahem.

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it’s something that’s never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

blimps

Apparently, if you do a Google search for the words “Sex Blimp”, the number one hit is my blog. I was just made aware of this today, and feel that it needs to be publicly celebrated in any way you find appropriate.

How is your Friday going? Tell me some happy stories today. Extra points if they include the words “Sex Blimp”.

I suck.

Did something stupid yesterday, and hurt the one person I care about more than I care about anything. You know how you have those moments where you desperately wish you could rewind time by just a couple of minutes and try it again? Right. So, in the interest of karmic balance, I want all of you to tell me a lie. I would really appreciate it.

Are we there yet? (No!)

I want it to be July. Pronto.

It’s kind of unsettling, having two homes. Especially when you really can’t wait for one of them to be the only one. Even when the soon-to-be-ex-home is actually a really good home. More and more of my crap ends up at Crave’s place by the day … and one of these days (the day my cat gets moved) that’ll pretty much be it. I find myself worrying sometimes about when I’m going to stop by this home and get stuff on my way to this home, and how I can get from here to here to here in time to do this and that, and blah blah freaking bleargh. It’s just making things complicated, and while I’m pretty fucking happy with my life right now, I also can’t wait for things to get simple. I feel like I’m really close to having my bizarre little existence be as good as it’s ever been, and there’s nothing that makes me itchier than almost being where I want to be. You know what I mean?

OMG OMG

So, here’s the deal. One of my best college girlfriends is going to be in town this weekend, and the girl can rage like nobody’s business. We might hit a couple of parties … what else should we do before Sunday when she has to go home to Portland? What do YOU do when your hard-partying out of town friends pop in to visit?

spring ahead

Amazing, incredible, full to the brim day. But first,

Here’s a big old love-fest shout-out to my FABULOUS FAT BOYS! They gave me a “Hooray, you quit smoking!” gift bag this weekend that nearly brought me to tears. Full of, of course, all sorts of things to do instead of smoking. Labels for my famous label-maker, several kinds of gum, ring-pops and bottle-pops and push-pops, tiny alcohol bottles, a notepad, a magazine, and a million other wonderful things. They are my favorite girls in the whole wide world and I (heart) them all. Okay, back to your regularly scheduled diary-style daily blog update.

Slept in until noon after spending last night at the DEMOLITION DERBY in beautiful Monroe at the Evergreen State Fairgrounds! Yes, I have seen a figure-eight race run by school buses, and have watched cars towing boats behind them beat the shit out of each other. It was thrilling, and I spent the evening giggling furiously while sipping on a huge diet coke with a mini bottle of caramel liqeur poured into it (thanks, Fat Boys!) It was moderated by an aging hipster (who doesn’t realize that he’s past his prime) and his mascot sidekick, a large goggled racoon named Racey. We were going to end the evening by going to Cowgirls, Inc. but instead just went home because we were exhausted by the sensory overload that was the entire surreal evening. And the worst part was that we missed ALPACAPALOOZA, which had occurred earlier in the day. (Can you fucking imagine?)

Crave had rented the Flex-Miata for the day, and so we drove around the city in a convertible with the top down, playing our music too loud and (at least on Crave’s part) messing with random people we passed by. This was curtailed by our final FringeAct performance of “Subterranean Chicken Fiasco”, which I thought went swimmingly. Yellow Dog took a picture of Scotto, Michaela and me during the performance - he promised to email me the picture, so if he does I’ll put it up here somewhere. I’ve never had another actor take a picture of me while we were onstage together before - I think it has serious artistic merit and should be incorporated into more performances in the future. ;)

Afterwards, we went to Crave’s aunt and uncle’s place up in Edmonds, where I got to meet and have dinner with his aunt, uncle, cousins, cousin’s girlfriend, grandmother, sister, and parents. His immediate family I’ve spent time with before and absolutely adore, but everyone else was new to me. I was expecting it to be a nerve-wracking experience, but I just loved all of them - and I was leaving, his grandmother (who is quite frail) hobbled over to me on her walker and gave me a big hug. She said “I am so glad I finally got to meet you … you will be coming to see us again soon, won’t you? I look forward to it.” Crave will never get to meet any of my grandparents, since I don’t have any left - and I got a little choked up for a minute. I wish my Grandmother (my father’s mother, the only grandparent that I ever knew very well) could have met him. I think she would have been quite pleased.

After dinner, we hopped back in the Flex-Miata and drove all the way around Lake Washington, going up and down hills and in and out of special forest roads that Crave discovered in his twenty-odd years of being a hooligan in this city. The weather was beautiful and the moon was out, and it was a pretty fantastic way to end the day.

Now, I am going to watch the Sopranos, eat some chicken noodle soup, and go to bed. I hope you all sleep as well as I’m going to.