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My friends Kevin & Tony are in this production.....
and I just saw it last night.
un-fucking-believable.
go and see it. now.
the best laid plans
3 years ago
2.14.2005
Happy Valentine's Day!!!!
(cross-posted from my LJ)
Just want to hijack this puplic forum to say Happy Valentine's day to my sweetie!
Sara, I love you with all my heart - each new day is an adventure! :)
Just want to hijack this puplic forum to say Happy Valentine's day to my sweetie!
Sara, I love you with all my heart - each new day is an adventure! :)
2.07.2005
Decisions, decisions............
I can't decide which picture I like better.....
Is it Tedy Bruschi?
or, is it Coach Belichik?
OR....MAYBE it's this great picture of MR.TOM BRADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well, I guess the picture doesn't REALLY matter ---- what matters is that they won
ON MY FREAKING BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
GO PATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is it Tedy Bruschi?
or, is it Coach Belichik?
OR....MAYBE it's this great picture of MR.TOM BRADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well, I guess the picture doesn't REALLY matter ---- what matters is that they won
ON MY FREAKING BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
GO PATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2.05.2005
t-minus......
well.... as I write this it's 10:46 am, and I have about 13 hours and 14 minutes left to being 29....
am I really counting? I keep telling people that 30 isn't worrying me, but I wonder if deep down it really is? it's possible. i mean, I always have a tendency to gloss over something that's bothering me by making a joke about it.
i know it'll see morbid, but I seriously think it's the "closer to death" thing. one day soon, dear friends, i will write a tidy little entry about how much i fear death. i'm not talking a generalized fear, i'm talking "wake up in the middle of the night, panting, & in a cold sweat" kind of fear.
wow.
this has CERTAINLY turned into a very pleasant "day before before my birthday" post.
i'm glad i could bring everyone down
(dianna = LOSER)
anyway.................................
i'm VERY excited about my party tonight.
i mean, i had people fly long distances to celebrate MY birthday. this is totally weird to me. the low self-esteem Dianna can't believe that ANYONE would go to so much trouble to celebrate me.
well, i was wrong. Dom, Amy, Jen & Erik flew in from Boston, and Molly is driving down from Milwaukee.
Dude, this is crazy.
Well, I need to go and cook breakfast for my LOVAH.
I'll post more tomorrow regarding the party.
am I really counting? I keep telling people that 30 isn't worrying me, but I wonder if deep down it really is? it's possible. i mean, I always have a tendency to gloss over something that's bothering me by making a joke about it.
i know it'll see morbid, but I seriously think it's the "closer to death" thing. one day soon, dear friends, i will write a tidy little entry about how much i fear death. i'm not talking a generalized fear, i'm talking "wake up in the middle of the night, panting, & in a cold sweat" kind of fear.
wow.
this has CERTAINLY turned into a very pleasant "day before before my birthday" post.
i'm glad i could bring everyone down
(dianna = LOSER)
anyway.................................
i'm VERY excited about my party tonight.
i mean, i had people fly long distances to celebrate MY birthday. this is totally weird to me. the low self-esteem Dianna can't believe that ANYONE would go to so much trouble to celebrate me.
well, i was wrong. Dom, Amy, Jen & Erik flew in from Boston, and Molly is driving down from Milwaukee.
Dude, this is crazy.
Well, I need to go and cook breakfast for my LOVAH.
I'll post more tomorrow regarding the party.
1.31.2005
T-Minus 6 days......
I am officially 29 years and 359 days.
I'm hanging onto that "29" til the bitter end....
I'm hanging onto that "29" til the bitter end....
1.27.2005
rambles...........
I envy those that are great writers.
Those that write great.
I always feel as though the things I write are akin to pure drivel. Nothing but a waste of bandwidth. Another useless post broadcast out into cyberspace. Maybe people will read it, maybe they won't.....
Life is pretty full right now....
Between Theatre, home, birthday party, baby showers, friends coming from out of town, excitement over the superbowl, a new addition to our menagerie of pets.......
I need a break.
This coming Sunday will officially be the first day in over 2 weeks with nothing on the schedule.
Don't call me.
I'll be sleeping.
Those that write great.
I always feel as though the things I write are akin to pure drivel. Nothing but a waste of bandwidth. Another useless post broadcast out into cyberspace. Maybe people will read it, maybe they won't.....
Life is pretty full right now....
Between Theatre, home, birthday party, baby showers, friends coming from out of town, excitement over the superbowl, a new addition to our menagerie of pets.......
I need a break.
This coming Sunday will officially be the first day in over 2 weeks with nothing on the schedule.
Don't call me.
I'll be sleeping.
1.26.2005
Meet "Mo-Mo"
anyone wanna come over with a digital camera and take some shots of our new DOG??? :)
yes, I said Dog.
Here's the story:
Sara's best friend Jessica just broke up with her boyfriend. They had bought a puppy together (folks, don't ever do this unless you KNOW you'll be together a long time...). The Ex doesn't want the dog, and Jessica's parents won't let her keep the dog in the house.....
so.....
Sara and I are now proud (partial) owners of a 4 month old, pure-bred Golden Retriever puppy.
A cutie-pie little girl puppy named Mo-Mo.
(yeah, i know.... the name sucks, but we have no choice)
This dog is so freaking cute, I don't have words for it.
There are now offically MORE animals than people in our house.....
crazy......
yes, I said Dog.
Here's the story:
Sara's best friend Jessica just broke up with her boyfriend. They had bought a puppy together (folks, don't ever do this unless you KNOW you'll be together a long time...). The Ex doesn't want the dog, and Jessica's parents won't let her keep the dog in the house.....
so.....
Sara and I are now proud (partial) owners of a 4 month old, pure-bred Golden Retriever puppy.
A cutie-pie little girl puppy named Mo-Mo.
(yeah, i know.... the name sucks, but we have no choice)
This dog is so freaking cute, I don't have words for it.
There are now offically MORE animals than people in our house.....
crazy......
1.14.2005
Last night..........
...... after getting in from having dinner at Grand Lux Cafe, please observe the following conversation:
Dianna says to Sara, who is in the kitchen -
"Hey... what're you doing in there?"
Sara says back to Dianna, who is in the bathroom -
"...eatin' quesadilla.... you?"
Dianna says back -
"...water, tums & a shit"
Dianna says to Sara, who is in the kitchen -
"Hey... what're you doing in there?"
Sara says back to Dianna, who is in the bathroom -
"...eatin' quesadilla.... you?"
Dianna says back -
"...water, tums & a shit"
1.13.2005
::sigh::
so..... we opened.
::big exhalation of breath::
good crowd tonight, the actors were just ROLLING along -- TOTALLY "bringing the funny", and the big stanky puddle in the basement was taken care of.
It's ALLLLLL good!
Seriously, though. The show went really well. From what I understand, we had 3 reviewers there, and a whole lot of friends. LOTS of laughs. and I didn't screw up any cues. :)
My arm feels a little better, and the cold sore... well.... it's ok.... whatever....
After the show, we had to take the set apart and store it. That went SUPRISINGLY smooth -- it was great. lots of teamwork, and we were done in 20 minutes TOPS.
Then, after that, we all headed over to Mickey's Bar & Grill and had some celebratory drinks.
In a little while, I'm gonna havce some celebratory SLEEP.
so, right now... all is good. :)
::big exhalation of breath::
good crowd tonight, the actors were just ROLLING along -- TOTALLY "bringing the funny", and the big stanky puddle in the basement was taken care of.
It's ALLLLLL good!
Seriously, though. The show went really well. From what I understand, we had 3 reviewers there, and a whole lot of friends. LOTS of laughs. and I didn't screw up any cues. :)
My arm feels a little better, and the cold sore... well.... it's ok.... whatever....
After the show, we had to take the set apart and store it. That went SUPRISINGLY smooth -- it was great. lots of teamwork, and we were done in 20 minutes TOPS.
Then, after that, we all headed over to Mickey's Bar & Grill and had some celebratory drinks.
In a little while, I'm gonna havce some celebratory SLEEP.
so, right now... all is good. :)
1.12.2005
Dianna needs a drink
let me give you a list. it's short but sweet.
* pulled a muscle in my arm. this makes life difficult, as I need to climb a ladder to get to the booth in the theatre. and by ladder, i mean a set of rungs screwed into the wall, so i need to pull myself up.
* flood in the basement of the theatre last night. all drains were backed up. including the toilets. our paying customers last night needed to use the bathroom at Twist, the restaurant next door. and with today's weather, I don't think the water is going to subside.
and last but CERTAINLY not least:
* 2 words: cold sore.
* pulled a muscle in my arm. this makes life difficult, as I need to climb a ladder to get to the booth in the theatre. and by ladder, i mean a set of rungs screwed into the wall, so i need to pull myself up.
* flood in the basement of the theatre last night. all drains were backed up. including the toilets. our paying customers last night needed to use the bathroom at Twist, the restaurant next door. and with today's weather, I don't think the water is going to subside.
and last but CERTAINLY not least:
* 2 words: cold sore.
1.11.2005
i'm a dork
i needed to be reminded by my friend Michael B. that I haven't updated my blog in awhile.
Not that anyone routinely reads my blog..... except for Michael... :)
So, instead of a real update or story (lazy), here's a funny picture posted today in my pal Mace's blog.
Notice how only the back of my head is labeled as a "drunk". There is no persuasive evidence that the FRONT of me was drunk as well.
(unless of course you find other pictures from that night....Isn't there one out there of me licking Mace's boob?)
Not that anyone routinely reads my blog..... except for Michael... :)
So, instead of a real update or story (lazy), here's a funny picture posted today in my pal Mace's blog.
Notice how only the back of my head is labeled as a "drunk". There is no persuasive evidence that the FRONT of me was drunk as well.
(unless of course you find other pictures from that night....Isn't there one out there of me licking Mace's boob?)
1.07.2005
Come see this show people.....
My theatre company's latest production opens next week.
We have 2 preview performances, Monday & Tuesday @ 8pm - $5 admission
The show will officially open on Wednesday the 12th - 8pm performance.
It runs for 4 weeks hence, every Mon, Tue & Wed @ 8pm.
Funny, funny, funny stuff.....
12.30.2004
12.29.2004
12.27.2004
Most surreal train story YET
Merry Christmas and Happy Kwanza to all………..
Because I have a previous theme of “commuter nightmares” posted here, I figured I’d oblige. Since I was actually on my way to finish up x-mas shopping, it doesn’t count as a true WORK commuter hell story, but as I was on the train, it will suffice.
Onward….
Ok, on Friday the 24th, the most evil shopping day of the year, I needed to finish up the shopping. (by default – I had the day off, and Sara had to work all day.) I’m efficient when it comes to train usage, so my first destination was to the Target down on south Clark St., just south of the loop, and work my way north. (not South enough to be considered “south side” – there are SOME sketchy areas, but it was 10am in the freaking morning – no fears there)
Anyway, I’m about 2 stops from my final destination, and a man comes onto the train, intentionally bumps someone exiting as he is coming on – they appear to have some words, but I can’t tell what’s said as my seat is too far and they weren’t yelling or anything. The man that was entering the train proceeds onto the train, starts walking down the aisle directly toward me. I notice he has a cigarette, and I quite possibly could have made an irritated face, I don’t remember. I fucking HATE when people smoke on the train – to me, it’s the ultimate in rude, so Smoking Guy might have seen me make said face. Who knows. All I know is he stops right next to my seat, leans over toward my face, and proceeds to exhale all of his secondhand smoke into my face, and proceeds on down the aisle (I’m too dumbfounded to speak, meanwhile), goes to the other entrance door, pulls the emergency release thing-y, the doors open, and he steps right back onto the platform. As he is walking away, and the doors are closing behind him, he passes by my window. I knock my fist against the window to get his attention, he turns to look, and I flip him off and say “FUCK YOU” --- I didn’t yell it --- who needs to? Those are the easiest words in the English language to lip-read.
Then, my heart jumps into my throat, because upon seeing me flip him off , he leaps back toward the door, trying to catch them before they slide shut --- so he could get back on the train and what? Blow more smoke? Tell me “fuck you too”? beat the shit out of a woman?
Who knows. We’ll never really know what his intention was there, as the doors mercifully slid closed.
The train pulled away from the station, with me still flipping off the entire Jackson Street stop platform.
Total elapsed time? 10 seconds – tops.
Because I have a previous theme of “commuter nightmares” posted here, I figured I’d oblige. Since I was actually on my way to finish up x-mas shopping, it doesn’t count as a true WORK commuter hell story, but as I was on the train, it will suffice.
Onward….
Ok, on Friday the 24th, the most evil shopping day of the year, I needed to finish up the shopping. (by default – I had the day off, and Sara had to work all day.) I’m efficient when it comes to train usage, so my first destination was to the Target down on south Clark St., just south of the loop, and work my way north. (not South enough to be considered “south side” – there are SOME sketchy areas, but it was 10am in the freaking morning – no fears there)
Anyway, I’m about 2 stops from my final destination, and a man comes onto the train, intentionally bumps someone exiting as he is coming on – they appear to have some words, but I can’t tell what’s said as my seat is too far and they weren’t yelling or anything. The man that was entering the train proceeds onto the train, starts walking down the aisle directly toward me. I notice he has a cigarette, and I quite possibly could have made an irritated face, I don’t remember. I fucking HATE when people smoke on the train – to me, it’s the ultimate in rude, so Smoking Guy might have seen me make said face. Who knows. All I know is he stops right next to my seat, leans over toward my face, and proceeds to exhale all of his secondhand smoke into my face, and proceeds on down the aisle (I’m too dumbfounded to speak, meanwhile), goes to the other entrance door, pulls the emergency release thing-y, the doors open, and he steps right back onto the platform. As he is walking away, and the doors are closing behind him, he passes by my window. I knock my fist against the window to get his attention, he turns to look, and I flip him off and say “FUCK YOU” --- I didn’t yell it --- who needs to? Those are the easiest words in the English language to lip-read.
Then, my heart jumps into my throat, because upon seeing me flip him off , he leaps back toward the door, trying to catch them before they slide shut --- so he could get back on the train and what? Blow more smoke? Tell me “fuck you too”? beat the shit out of a woman?
Who knows. We’ll never really know what his intention was there, as the doors mercifully slid closed.
The train pulled away from the station, with me still flipping off the entire Jackson Street stop platform.
Total elapsed time? 10 seconds – tops.
12.23.2004
Torture --- SHEER torture!
Today’s commute was one of the rare days when Sara and I are actually on the train together. Good times, good times. There weren’t any places to sit TOGETHER, so we opted for the seats near the door that face each other. This was working out fine until we got to Belmont. The requisite 5 to 10 people got off to switch to the Brown Line, and then the requisite 5 to 10 people came onto the train. The 3rd person to walk through the door was a 50’s – ish woman who had on the LARGEST and PUFFIEST freaking full length fur coat EVER.
Much like THIS one:
And where do you think she sat?
RIGHT NEXT TO ME
If you’ve ever sat on the El trains in Chicago, that “2 seater” right next to the door is always a tight fit ANYWAY. Well, then I’m sitting there, and lets just say my “girth” spills over to the seat next to me a bit………..
And then the puffy fur coat lady smushes down next to me.
And then proceeds to bend over while sitting, rooting around in her bag (I think?). Putting away her hat, putting away her gloves, putting away her sunglasses, getting out a magazine….blah, blah, blah.
Every time she bent over, her legs widened, and then proceeded to PRESS her fur against me.
Sara is DIRECTLY across from me, and I CAN’T SAY ANYTHING FUNNY.
It was a sarcastic person’s nightmare.
So, for the next stop or 2, Sara and I keep trying not to look at each other, because we are 5 seconds away from BURSTING OUT LAUGHING.
And then…..
The “man with the worst comb-over in Chicago” got on the train.
MUCH LIKE THIS ONE!
I thought I was going to burst. I’m just now feeling recovered.
(edit: many thanks to www.combover.com for the lovely picture of the comb-over man. this is a website I will need to peruse at a later date. Their website's tagline is (no lie) "No Rugs! No Drugs! No Plugs!". Seriously)
Much like THIS one:
And where do you think she sat?
RIGHT NEXT TO ME
If you’ve ever sat on the El trains in Chicago, that “2 seater” right next to the door is always a tight fit ANYWAY. Well, then I’m sitting there, and lets just say my “girth” spills over to the seat next to me a bit………..
And then the puffy fur coat lady smushes down next to me.
And then proceeds to bend over while sitting, rooting around in her bag (I think?). Putting away her hat, putting away her gloves, putting away her sunglasses, getting out a magazine….blah, blah, blah.
Every time she bent over, her legs widened, and then proceeded to PRESS her fur against me.
Sara is DIRECTLY across from me, and I CAN’T SAY ANYTHING FUNNY.
It was a sarcastic person’s nightmare.
So, for the next stop or 2, Sara and I keep trying not to look at each other, because we are 5 seconds away from BURSTING OUT LAUGHING.
And then…..
The “man with the worst comb-over in Chicago” got on the train.
MUCH LIKE THIS ONE!
I thought I was going to burst. I’m just now feeling recovered.
(edit: many thanks to www.combover.com for the lovely picture of the comb-over man. this is a website I will need to peruse at a later date. Their website's tagline is (no lie) "No Rugs! No Drugs! No Plugs!". Seriously)
12.22.2004
12.21.2004
Attention writers & lovers of Theatre !!!!!
Hey ya'll, My Theatre company Speaking Ring Theatre is holding it's 3rd annual Playwriting Festival in June of 2005, but we have just recently started advertising for submissions.Follow the linky to the festival info page on our website, and read up on the rules for submissions, etc.This is a very well attended festival, and the past 2 years have gotten good press, great casts, talented directors, and WONDERFUL playwriting!!!!Let me know if you have any questions!
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