I need adult supervision, part deux.

Wearing mom's new bike helmet, X-mas morning 2006. (You can't see it, but it's "Spider-Man" blue and red.)

So I mighta mentioned that Dorajar and I were a waste of space on Boxing Day. Went to bed feeling fine that night, but I'm guessing the sheer volume and combinations of various types of liquour we consumed during the course of the night attributed to a level of toxicity that bordered on dangerous i.e. We were hungover as f#ck. Big time. Like, no amount of Ibuprofen was helping the ice pick that was driving into my temple. Bkfst w/Ro and his co-worker was fine and dandy despite some burnt toastage. (Note to self: Fetching server's don't come in until the weekend. IJS) We stumbled back to my house where we promptly passed out again.

Later that night, I was emptying the ice cube trays and refilling them. One of the ice cubes dropped to the floor in front of the fridge and slid over. I bent over to retrieve it, shot upright like a good ninja when "CRRRACKO!" : Smacked the corner of the freezer door right into the center of my head. I can still feel the indentation up there, and MAN does it hurt to touch.

Let's not forget, my head was still splitting at that point. Not. Fun. For. Buddies.

I really probably need help.

Day, b'day...

Whew. Have you ever had a hangover last over 24 hours? Scary.

Merrrrrry couple of days after X-mas y’all! Here’s a quickie re-cap of the festivities so I can get back to the pile o’ work that accrued in my absence.

12/25: After frassin’ with the ‘Bean in the a.m. and exchanging gifts (He got “Sweeney Todd” CD, I got a coffee-keeper jar and a pound of obsidian blend. I’m easy) I headed out to Ply-Moose to help mom and dad continue to clean and get ready. Dad and I drank BM’s, while noshing on Shrimp cocktail, Mixed nuts, and pickled herring b4 opening pressies. Which was fuuuuun. Like, I don't remember having this many abound since I was a kid. It was a little silly. (I’ll post highlight pics after I get’em. Sufficed to say the watches are fixed, I have album frames, and a bevvie of other clothing items/treats/doo-dads for the home and car.) After our 3rd Bloody Mary, Dad and I ambled over to the table for dinner. (Ham...which even though we figured 3 out of five of us don’t care for it- he still wanted to make it. Ish. ) We also nibbled these delicious and humongous cheese ravioli topped with pureed butternut squash. Heaven in your mouth, but I think I ticked Dad off since I only had a little bit. HEY, I was going to dinner in 3 hours!

For the love. I hadda split around 5pm. I told Dorajar I would be home by 3. Whoops. Better start using the watch, kiddo.

Mo and I met up as soon as I came home and exchanged our presents. (Even though her stocking smelled of marinade- I hooked her up with a book on diagramming sentences, wine, a coupon for big-kid stuff, socks, and crafty artisan earrings.) After that we pretty much turned and bolted to the hotel, dropped off our gear and headed to Kikugawa for dinner, where they had… wait for it...an all you can eat sushi buffet. Over sake and a s#itty sake-tini, I actually accomplished an off-joked of feat: I ate my own weight in sushi. (I ate salmon and smelt egg sushi rolls fer cryin out loud. What?) The downside to my gorging is that the idea of sushi right now is so abhorrent that I don't think I'll ever be able to eat the filthy stuff again. At least until next week.

Back to the hotel room for a power nap before folks started arriving. (I almost cancelled. I was so tired. “Allll right. You can let people in…but tell’em I’m not gonna wear pants. It’s MY birthday and I don’t wanna wear PANTS”)

It was a good group of folks. We drank champagne, white wine, and 12 year old scotch out of edible peppermint shot glasses. (We were low on cups) Magrooders gave me a card that was signed by the cast of "Loot" which almost made me cry. After we had most of the crew together, we then skedaddled over to Gameworks for good times- DDR, that virtua-boxing game (where I apparently hit the screen.) and GAUNTLET. (If they didn’t close at midnight, I’m pretty sure BWJ/Gangler/Grantpa and I would still be trying to get Wizard some food. Badly. And guess what? I still seem to have 2 nearly full game cards with over 400 pts each. Why I did that, I don't know) After Gameworks closed, we hit the Saloon for more fun and dancing. Some lonely drunk dood tried grabbing my twinkie so I had to keep Dorajar w/in arms reach at all time. There was an a$$le$$ chaps Santa. And the shirtless sweaty tweaker that danced for 2 straight hours. (No pun intended) Nice to know that birthday soiree’s there don’t change from year to year. And this’ll mark the 3rd or 4th time whooping it up there. (As Dorajar pointed out: “I guess only the Nerds and the Gay boys are allowed to go drinking on X-mas”) After THEY closed we headed back to the room 509 for some BS and Whiskey shots before we kicked folks out and crashed at 3:45am.

The wake-up part? On Clown-boxing day? Was heinous. We rode out day-long hangovers that even Ibuprofen couldn’t combat. We were useless to the world yesterday.

Thanks again to all the well-wishers and birthday greeters who sent cards and love. There was a lot of love around all day on the 25th. It filled you up and carried you around on it’s back like a papoose, it did. Happy Holidays, and my love and clear vision to you.


The rest of this week is gonna be fly-by frassy. Work. Rehearsal. Rinse, lather, repeat. Hooooo boy. We open in a week and a ½ . Momma…ah’m ssssskeeered!

Happy Chri-birthday!

*X-mas at Baby (Now "Grammpa") P's casa, 12/25/2006

Yup. That's her. The magical lite up coniferous beastie. Bulbs, etc, compliments of 'Beans cousin. The gif's under the tree are magically decorated footwear compliments of Dollar Store stockings, puffy glitter paint from "Michaels" , and a hankering to be a lil' creative with gift giving. (The theme was "Their favorite things". You can't see it, but Dorajar's has comedy and tragedy, a book, a plane, a bottle of Jack. 'Bean's has the state of TX, his daughters names, comedy and tragedy etc. )

You ALSO can't see it, but the white fluffy part of Dora's stocking is a little yellow. That's because in spite of being hung by the banister with care, Georgie Kitty up and grabbed her stocking (Which contained a delish green colored marinade) and pulled it down, shattering the contents. Thanks, George. For ruining Christmas.

So yay. I'm up. 32. Feeling fine and frassy. Definitely feeling that I'm in a better place in the world and in my head than I was a year ago. Which is saying a lot.

To all my readers, have a safe and wonderful Christmas/Holidays. (And thank you for all the well wishes) May you all find calm and vision as well.


Best regards,

HappyTodayBaby

XO

Whew...day 12

It's been a weird 12 months, pampers. Weird and wonderful. Wonderful AND weird. Let's see....

(Disclaimer: I forgot that I had auditioned for, and was cast in "Loot" until late November. Shup. I read and remember at a 4th grade level)

In Decmeber, I rehearsed.


And Frassed.


Outside of that, I took the 1st week off of Dec. CompLETELY devoid of responsibility. I rehearsed some more. Frassed at my folks. Frassed at Redwrights. Frassed at Mo-rajars. And went through a still unresolved bout of buyers remorse at my own hands. I saw as show (Rik Reppe's "Santa Maj". A show that you ALL should see") And cleaned my folks house for X-mas *Where I reminded Mama-San that Christ was 33 when he died. She said "32". I told her I'm done after X-Mas 2007. Meaning crucified. Dad? Thought it was funny. Mom? Nope.


I'll blog some normal (right) stream of consciousness blog in a minnit. Meantime, it's 10 on the eve. I still have gifts to wrap. And some thanks to give.

xoxoxoxoxox

Day Elf

November
On thongs, songs, and throngs…

It's getting colder now…’Bean went rake-crazy and filled up a gazillion bags of leaf-age. My garage was “tagged” with ‘ffiti. Plays were seen (“The Full Monty”/”Bug”) Funny-assed movies (“Borat”/”For Your Consideration”) Birthdays (NicJoy, MD) Clothes were doffed, hammocks were exposed, and buns were jiggled to an audience chock-a-block full of PWB Sassy Seniors. I exercised my right as an American citizen and rocked the neighborhood vote for the 1st time since moving into my house. (And lo, our voices were heard) I hosted my first Turkey Day at mi casa and later hit the Per-casa for a 2nd feast. I knocked Dorajar on her ass at The Pample Room…and we foolishly shopped at the MOA on Black Friday.

Day da Ten!

October-witz: Hella-we'en!

It was a busy and frassy month for commercial auditions where I actually landed ONE! (Dejope casino. WI readers, please let me know if you see a chattering and freezing baby P in the back seat of a big green auto) WE got out to see some teatro' (Sylvia at the Pantages/Requiem for a Heavyweight at the 'Blood) we dined at some fun N' schmancy restaurants(The new Chambers, D’amico for the Jazz, and Zelo) With so few nice (read: warm) weekends, we took advantage of a few fun and frassless activities (The Apple Orchard, which sucked and made us all turn tail and run for the quiet comfort of my patio. The Ren Fest where we imbibed veeno and ate our weight in...stuff.) I FINALLY get a call for a gig (US “Monty”) which put me on fitness and diet mania. I finished up a few more projects on a very large list. Engaged in my 4th year of the G and G tours. Mama-sans b'day was celebrated and Dorajar coaxed the fam into eating super hot Indian food at the restaurant formerly known as Udupi. The weather got much colder, and I acquiesced to the requests of 'Bean and Dorajar and decided to dress up like a puffy ugly frassy Sweet Pea.

Day 9: WHAT?

September, I kinda sorta remember...

After failing at seeing “Cat on A Hot Tin Roof” the first time we were fortunate enough to make it to the re-mount. I hadda party for some of Dorajar’s Kansas buddies and other frassy friends. State Fair was a grand state fair with Muck-Muck, Ry-gonn, and his wifey. More plays were auditioned for and passed on (Boo) Plays were seen (Kid Simple) I became addicted to the slow death which is wiki. Series 6 has (and still does) entered my life. I helped Dorajar “walk toward the light” and we moved her from her Uptown hobbit hole to a NE Mipples upper. (W/da loverly Magrooders) I got a NEW cell phone for buddies! Awards shows were attended (The Ivey-Ivey’s, where we sneakily snuck in flasks to help us get through the frassk!) Birthdays were aplenty (Edwin, and CeeB’s) Cabin parties were attended up Nort’ dere, annnnnd I finally got a lil’ closure in my life. wOOt

Day 8: GLOOP!

August...frass, she must!
The month started with the first ever National Night Out NE Polka Party where 'Bean and I were captain and co-captain. August also brought with her shades of anxiety for our frasser. I was told that I was testing for my 6 which brought worry. Fringe rehearsals were keeping me busy and we were about to open. And I? I had a shit ton of projects to complete. So for a coupla weekends, I hauled a s#it ton of heavy ass cement home and did some concrete work. (As well as cypress mulching and tree planting) Fringey Buck-Buck came and I saw far fewer shows than Dorajar. I tried a gimmick in mine where I stripped down to a g-string, not realizing how oddly prescient that was. I auditioned for gigs (A sweet deal in Rochester) only to get passed on again. (And starting to feel a little uncastable) A deal was extended over coffee. In an unheard of act of diplomacy, I reconnected with a friend I hadn't seen in 3 years. (My first attempt was foiled by rain) And the biggest to-do was birthdays! Magrooders had a big kid birthday party where we nibbled and noshed and made use of the big blue pool. (August was a hot N frassy month, you know) and someone else had a birthday, hmmmm...OH, right! MO-rajar hit her quarter century mark and we partied it up all through Nordeast Mipples. (Her gift from moi would go un-opened for the next 3 months)

TREED!

Taken this a.m. If it looks a little "Leany", it's coz I was sleepy and took it at an angle. Shup.

So I was a lil' late this year w/my tree buying. (I blame rehearsal and a massive workload) BUT, after a quick stop in the local lot (SUPPORT THE LOCALS) and a little dickering over the price ala' "A Christmas Story" I've finally been tree'd!

So, last night while Dorajar was having a lie-down and hopped up on goofballs-(courtesy of a bad back) I trimmed and frassed the tree.

Notice the lack of bulb-age/lights. Still need to get the extension cord upstairs. And I literally, right now, have only 4 ornaments on the tree.

Rehearsal Tidbits...

I know I've only briefly frassed about rehearsal here and there. Nothing really noteworthy to speak of, save that it's blocked and I'm still working on getting my butt off-book. (I know. We're two weeks away from opening. I just wish that I was off-bookier)

Wellllll,

Last night I show up and we have a fight choreographer their. No big whoop. There's a smidgen of fight-ography in the show that we'd already paced out and dudeski is there to clean it up and offer advice. Okay. I'll admit, I get a lil' frassy about that. 2 seperate college courses on stage combat, private combat classes classes, fencing, kendo, 3 shows within the last 12 months that either involved hand to hand or rapier/dagger fighting, and lastly "gasp" close to a decade in the martial arts get you in the mindset that you don't always need any help. Yeah. That, and condescension are two things that put a burr in my saddle.

I 'd like to, however, pat myself on the back and let you all know that I shut the hell up the entire time we were working and let him do his shit. No advice, second guessing, or "how about this"...I didn't even say a "Yeah...I know that" with attitude. (Which is more than I can say for the dude I was getting beat up by) Get'er done, I say. Felt good, actually. Ooooooo, baby P is matuuuuring. Whatev. Frass.

So blah blah blah. We're marking it. I'm getting punched, kicked, hairpulled back, drag drag and then punched some more before a waylay in the belly. Before dude came to 'hearsal, we had it worked out that I would take a knee to the nut shot. It was brill, coz it was completely masked by the hitter, looked like a knee to the nuts, and I could sell it. In the interest of theatre, it gets changed to a big old punch to the gonads. No worries. I'm back far enough, my legs are apart...easy peasy. Plus? Dude can hit down as hard as he wants. He's only hitting the cushion! (Okay, so these are stage combat "secrets". Don't tell)

'Cept, um, right after it's "marked"...buddy punches down right into my crotch. Punch-ola. And instant stomach ache. He bounds back towards the rehearsal room door hopping from foot to foot saying "I'm sorry" over and over again. TLC and the Stunt Coordinater both wince and see if I'm cool. (No. But I lied anyway to keep things moving. ) We decide to mark it for the next week or so, and do a fight call nightly before the show to the tune of 3 practice runs a night. Slow/Medium/then full speed.

Long nut-shot story, I know. BUT, later on that evening we're doing a scene where I hold up my hand and Fay tosses me a key ring- except she undershot (hard) and where did it smack?

Da Berries. I have cursed nuts.

(Sighs) this shit always happens to me at rehearsals. No lie. I'm having phantom pain today with the memory. Tummy. Ache.


Funny Post Script: (For you, MD. Thanks again, cutie)

So MD did exactly what she said she did and left "garage" on my cell phone. So 1st thing we all do is last night is huddle around my cell phone (on speaker) and listen to it a couple of times. The following soundbite happened next: "Oh. It does sound like 'carriage'. That's the exact same way my British roommate pronounces it."

Right. Insert eyeroll. Gotta love a knowitall. Why in the frass were you pronouncing it "GAY-rage" then?

Thanks Mick. xo

Wha? Se7en?

It's-ah JU-ly...have some pie!

What? Road Trip for BUDDIES? That's right:

Dorajar and I road-tripped out to Mt. Rushmore for some camping. We got back in time for the 4th where we partied it up in the big blue pool with friends, came home, passed out, and were throroughly un-American b/c we missed the fireworks. There were some b'days (RSvP celebrated the 13th anniversary of his 21st birthday. And a very missed long distance b'day for Rusty) Strange calls from ex-gf's took up one evening whilst Mo-mo looked on, and we went on a marathon mission to watch all 4 Harry Potter movies before I started to read her book 5. (Still haven't made it past chapter one) Plays were performed (We packed in the Edina mommies at the BNW, and my character...who's supposed to be drunk the whole time...well. Cocktails at the 'Mill before the performance ='s Baby P becoming a character actor. FYI: This is normally a big no-no for moi, so I hope it paints an accurate picture of the experience. IJS)

Plays were seen (The fecking BRILLIANT "I am my own Wife", and my buddy Ry-Gonn and his wife being hilarious in "We Gotta P0Rn0!") Fringe was rehearsed at the Illusion. 'Bean gave Dorajar and I tix to the opening night @ the new "G" where we hovered over the sushi and kept a low profile. AND my neighborhood experienced a huge power outage that almost (almost) rivaled the storm outage incident of 2005. American Eitel and Hotmama welcomed their 2nd addition to their family, and on that note?

Whilst swilling thingytails with some local actor yablo's at Erte', I received some FAS-cinating news. Apparently, I'm going to be in charge of teaching a future niece/nephew the finer points of how to belch the alphabet. That's right, yo. I am the Man from U.N.C.L.E.

; )

Help with the pronunciation

MD? Muffin? Can you call my cell phone and leave a message for me please? Just one word, actually. Very simple assignment. In your best Brit (pref. Leiceister dialect, but whatever. Standard British is fine) would you please say the word:


"Garage"


Yeah. We had about 5-6 minutes worth of frass regarding the pronunciation, since 3 characters say the word in their dialogue all on the same page. One word, three pronunciations. ("GAY-rage"/"garrage"/and of course...my impeccable English pronunciation: "Garage")

Anyway, if it's not too much trouble for one word that'd be greaaaat. Otherwise, I need to check with my Mo-nager to see if I can apply for part time boyfriendship- Don't want it to seem like I'm moonlighting, you know?

At the very least, I'll just kick your ass.

(And I'll win! Ha HA! She can barely move! Great success!)

It's Six-y...yes?

JUUUUUUNE is busting out all ovvver! I'm gonna say that the mid-way point in the year is always full of fun and frass. June '06 was NO exception! There was:

Rehearsal frass (all month. I learned that I should never accept a gig until I can read the script in its entirety. And that apparently I'm supposed to give Dorajar a 5 ft berth while rehearsing.)
There were toga parties (Kaiser) B'days (Daddy-oh's frassy birthday in the 'burbs. AND a frassy father's day out at Roman's in Pee to the Iz-El where we perused cabin designs) FeeJ's delightful big blue pool b'day! June brought the beginning of Farmer's Market visits where we stocked up on roughage for days and took in some delightful smells- This was all important as my grill use was at it’s zenith. Plays were seen that were both gory and side-splittingly comical ( "Flaming Purple Headed Warriors") We had a awesome time at the GMIKFTH jacuzzi/barbecue (My, how are bodies needed it). Dorajar introduced me to the joys of Trader Joe's cheap winery, and haven't returned since then. (That place gets crowded, yo)

I gave blood for the 1st time in 13 years ( And it didn't require MD or RSvP hitting me to do so)
Bean, his daughter, Dorajar and I went to a swanky solstice society party on the top floor of the Rand Tower. The gay burrito and I went to watch my first Pride in 3 years. More rehearsal, and then my Spider Sense started to tingle.

The remainder of Juni was the planning of Dorajar and my epic road trip to sunny and scenic SoDak.

Day, Da Fif...

Maaaaaaaaaay, she will....staaaaaaayyyyy


What does May mean? Meant? Ge-Mearning?

May brought many things- The return of mowing my epic lawn. Work frass (In the form of getting reprimanded for productivity). Watching the local theatre IM Softball team get their poor collective butts kicked. Loving up the rehearsal frass for GMIKFTH and the corresponding nicks, cuts, and bruises that come with it. (Although, rehearsing outdoors on the first 90 degree day of the year was equal to DEATH!) Duluth road trips for buddies with Mo-Peppa! The triumphant return of the big blue pool (Although, running sans filter made the water look pissy) A sore neck that made head mobility all but impossible. Grilling, Parties at FeeJ's in her groomed back yard. The Jellybean turned 50. Plays were seen ("Twilight of the Golds"/"The Scrimshaw Show") Strip clubs were patronized.

And my best buddy got hisself all up and married! (I was the best mandible, tankyouveddymuch.)

Accomplishment room!

What I got done:

Frids and Sats: Rehearsal. The show is completely blocked, and now we're fine-tuning. With the blocking pieces starting to get down, it's now a question of memorizing the bacchanalian amount of dialogue. (Easier when the show is in "my body")

Made several phone calls to some old friends to catch up

Talked to mama-san for waaaaay too long

Cleaned house

Got groceries to last until after the holidays

Got 80% of my shopping done (Sunday was a whiiiiirlwind day of X-mas shopping. Har Mar is my bitch. Oh yes)

Made it through 5/8ths of the episodes of "Six Feet Under" season two . We're addicts.

Had pictures taken for my X-mas cards

Found a black velvet blazer for cheeeeeap cheap cheap. (Under $17. See Har Mar reference)

Decorated X-mas stockings for the roommate and Georgie-kitty.

Saw "Mousetrap" at TRP. (Okay, technically this was a Thursday night event. Still worth mentioning. Great show, y'know?)

Made Ginger Wasabi chicky boobs. (Not bad, but still a bigger fan of the garlic/peanut sauce)

Actually worked my buns out. (Can barely lift my arms today, but so worth it. The big sin was that it was so nice out on Saturday I feel like I shoulda went for a jog)



Still need to get a TREE though. Sheesh. It's gonna be tinsel/light heavy and ornament "lite". I seriously think that I only have 4 ornaments. And two of them are Spider-Man.

Old softy...

This obsession with "Six Feet Under" is really bordering on crazy. Dorajar and I were plowing our way through season two, when at the end of one of the episodes Nathan breaks down and sobbingly tells his brother David what's wrong with him. (He has AVM) Final shot of the show so it does a slow dissolve while the camera pulls back while the dialogue takes place.

And I start crying*.

And since I didn't write it when I thought I'd write it, I wanted to say:

I love you big brother. Thanks again for being there.





*We laughed later that I started getting weepy after watching the brother break-down, and she started crying at the end of an episode that dealt with the youngest siblings destructive relationship with her boyfriend. Yeah, we're nerdburgers.

Month the Fourth on Day the Four..tha?

APRIL!


April brought another brunch for buddies, this time Dim Sum with Melinite/Adam. We discovered that Dorajar looooooooooooves Dim Sum with a fiery passion. I love dim sum because I'm half generic Asian. Plays were seen (Woman in Mind and Point of Revue) parties were attended (unnumbered CB gathering, the Ma and Pa Perry pre-Easter gathering) parties at my place were thrown ( Easter, Matty visiting from Hollywood, and the "Thoreau" cast party...where we witnessed the beginning of a beautiful relationship between two friends.) Spring and the cessation of heavy snowfall meant sunnier days and the start of outdoor projects. (And my roommate began to display his ferocious penchant for raking) My time was split between landscaping, and helping ma and pa P ready their BeeP's mansion for sale...(And still it waits) I was finally cast after what seemed like a droughtish dry-spell of auditioning in what would become one of the most un-rewarding theatrical experiences in my life.

Dorajar und Ich started getting closer, and itching to get the hell outta town.

Day 3

MARCH-

Which came in like a lamb, but exited with frass. We were dumped on, oh yes, to the tune of all of the aggregate snowfall that had fell up until that point all winter did not equal the dumpage we received over a 48 hour time period. Where new and exciting restaurants were discovered (The Bad Waitress, The Sample Room, Azia) Where I had more auditions ("Flaming Guns"/"Merchant of Penice") voice over recording ("Slag Heap"...great show. Greater for Mo.) Tech and Portana arrived for good to set up shop here in MN. Where neck frass and body frass nearly incapacitated me, but due to the kindness of my folks letting me use there hot tub I was able to start the road to wellville (Remember: Hot Tubs suck if you only set them to 95 degrees)

Movies were seen (Asstastic "Ultraviolet" and the uber-cool "V" and "History of Violence") As were plays (Slag Heap and "Myfistofjelly") Birthdays celebrated (Shellito, Nixie, and Melinite) concerts seen (Tina Schlieske at the 310 with Nix and Twocherries) Parties (The Oscars at KWT's and post 12th Nacht at DeeC's) Annnnnnnd...my life ended as I knew it.

That last bit was a little melodramatic.

I finally got my cable hooked up. YEEEEhamaste!

Quick side note...I'm laughing so hard

So in my quick frass to come home and leave for photo call, I pass on a DVD/rom to my roomie that is labeled "NNO 2006" which I assumed went to all neighbor(hoods) who participated in the last National Nigh Out last August. It was, if you recall, one of those things where they interviewed the neighborhood frassers to discuss why NNO is important...yadda yadda yadda.


And honestly, I forgot about it.

But the note I get from 'Bean when I get home tonight was that I NEEDED to watch it.

And there we were. In all our splendor. A lot. Condensed to an 11 minute DVD/ROM. Dorajar, Magrooders, 1/2 of the WW clan, 'Bean, and yours truly acting goofy.


I'm dying. If I wasn't such a luddite, I'd upload it. But 'Bean sez it's one of those new fangled DVD's that might not be supported by my software.

Still. Comic, Gold.

Day 2

FEBRUARY-

I begin a frassy full attempt at wire-fu, only to slowly grow slightly non-plussed and ending entirely. Too many shows that piqued my theatrical interest had auditions coming up- Tally of shows cast in: 0. The 'bean moves in, and we start to establish a fumbling new roomie relationship. I get my bed back. Thrift Stores, Marshall's, and TJ Maxx become my bitches in order to return my house to the semblence of normalcy. I frantically scramble to finish projects to be able to throw my first housewarming party ever to my family and friends in order to vanquish the evil spirits. I see some shows. It gets bitterly fucking cold. Dorajar and I begin the hallowed tradition of Sunday brunches for buddies starting with Melinite and Adam at the Uptown diner. Georgie begins his hallowed tradition of vomiting on the carpet. I forget my gear at the karate junction. MD calls me "retardhead".