Wild ass weekend kids. I wondered to myself why it seemed like such a heinous anus week, and what did see to my surprise but: A full moon rising. (Batty behavior ensues. You work in enough call centers and you can actually trend this) So much went down this weekend, I’ll try cutting it into bite sized portions:
Friday- Yup. I saw Devil Inside at the Starting Gate w/Kaiser and Tallen. That folks, was my kind of show. Funny, dark, and it clipped along at a fine pace. If you haven’t seen the show yet, do yourself a favor and get out there before they close. On another note, I was getting coffee during intermission and this big fucked up "paper-man" was waltzing by outside. Seriously, I thought I was loosing my mind (Imagine a big square box with a face, over a human body. Now cover that with loose-leaf paper top to bottom.) He was out side the front by all the smokers. Not a good Idea for someone so combustible to be fraternizing next to open flame. I’m just sayin…
Saturday-
Relaxed. Just…relaxed. It was brilliant. Got a nice work out in, got some dojo time. Next thing I knew, my day was nearly gone and I still had errands to run. I had expected the aforementioned K and T superstars to stop over before the Wright-ner party, however a personal emergency arose which required their immediate attention. (Read yestiddy' blog) The party was pretty darn fun*- only embarrassing myself slightly less than normal by talking to much. I injured one person (Sorry again Stoney. A prick from a prick…and I only meant to get your attention.) made another happy (Got M2 his "Red" picture) and wound up seeing the Macho-Geef Randy Savage with all his damn definition. Strange…he grows thinner, and more defined…as I grow stout, and doughier..? He must be absorbing my pow-AH! I left, full of salmon bits (Maybe it was cat food? I wouldn’ta cared anyway) And the only downer I could think of was Jabas arrival spoiled what potentially could have been a rare, and delightful make out session between two ladies. It would have been glorious. My shouts of displeasure at his ill-timed arrival brought many of the guests into the living room to view my plight. (This last part is funnier if you read it with a "John Houseman" type accent.)
Dude, P, seriously: Your "center of attention" problem needs to cease. Freak.
Sunday next…
* Parties like that remind me of why I am eternally grateful to have a hilarious, loving, and dysfunctional extended family like ours in the TC small theatre scene.
2 comments:
See, P, I forgot to tell you - the thing I think has been helping the most was that a couple months ago, I hit an old gypsy with my car.
Damn. That's frickin funny
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