e_juliana: (hug me)
As is evidenced by many people on my f-list, today is More Joy Day. I approve of this, as I and many other people I know need more joy.

So, my small contribution to this day is: Leave a comment about something you'd like me to write a limerick or haiku about. (Preferably something I've a shot at knowing something about, or at least easily Wikipedia-able.) I will attempt to write it today, but it might take me a bit.

Yes, I will write silly, short poems for More Joy Day. I think this apropos.

Bar life

Oct. 23rd, 2007 05:02 pm
e_juliana: (Default)
First off, Gary's fine. Just laying that out there. Apparently, Gary had a little heart scare yesterday. He was at some bar golf tourney or another (they're a popular fundraiser), felt a little arrhythmia, went to the hospital, got checked out, he's fine. He could stand to be in better shape and generally take better care of himself. This is a 60-year-old man who bartends 6 out of 7, drinks like a fish, and runs his own wine bar. He puts most of us to shame in the socializing sweepstakes.

So yeah, he had a heart scare. M called me today as soon as he found out - the story goes that as it was going down, people were saying "Don't call M. We don't need him freaking out and going apeshit in the middle of this." I told M, "Well yeah. You guys basically are a married couple at this point." He said, "Yeah, I don't know what I'd do if he died. Smack him one?" "More like you'd go into Hades and drag him back out by the hair." "Yeah."

At least we all know we've got our conversation fodder for the week.

In continued bar news, Sars at Tomato Nation pointed her readers toward this blog: Clublife. It's just a regular dude who bounces in NYC, writes about it, and has a book coming out from that blog. It's amusing and a lot of what he says is dead-on. Like this:

But if you do have a girlfriend, and you work where I work, don't expect to see her on worknights because she's not coming in. She's not invited. In fact, she's barred. They all are. No girlfriend, fiancee or wife of a bouncer is permitted inside the club while he's on the job -- unless it's an emergency, of course -- because management doesn't want us getting distracted. And this policy is a hundred percent correct.

I totally agree. I try not to come in when M's working Columbus (though I have made the drunken error every once in a while) because he doesn't need the extra distraction. It's a bar, not a club, so the potential for trouble is much less, but still. Life's a whole lot easier all around if I go somewhere else for the night - when I bother to go out. As we all know, I'm tired of all the idiots populating my nabe on a Friday or Saturday night.

Anyway. I was already planning on giving a few books as gifts this holiday season - looks like one more got added to the list.
e_juliana: (hug me)
The presents for [livejournal.com profile] zmayhem and [livejournal.com profile] hecubot were very well-received. Sylvie held baby Matilda and crooned to her in French, [livejournal.com profile] helvirago snapped pictures, and I handed them things.

In order:
Individual giftcards in birthday cards
Gift basket (they looked at everything and ooh'ed)
Big giftcard in a group birthday card (which had a bunch of dogs on it, so I tried to put a name on each dog)

I was sure to impress upon them that they should use their individual gift cards as a treat for themselves. They enjoyed the nummy things in the basket. They found the doggy card very amusing. The big gift elicited tears from [livejournal.com profile] zmayhem, bless her softie soul.

The rest of the evening was taken up with drinking martinis and wine, eating Chinese food, and watching Due South. A very successful evening, if I do say so myself.

Thank you so very much to those who contributed. As Opus once said, "I got the best friends in all known space!" I often feel the same way.
e_juliana: (up to no good)
[livejournal.com profile] cupcake_goth's new Lady of the Manners column is up: On Differences of Opinion. Go! Read!

Also read [livejournal.com profile] pix_kristin's blog/website, Little But Fierce on writing. V. informative, with a nice dose of humor.

[livejournal.com profile] paperdol's new book, Will The Vampire People Please Leave The Lobby? is coming out August 1st, and EW.com is already talking about it! Awesome.
e_juliana: (carson naked)
Sorry, couldn't resist.

So, yeah. The weekend. I did have some apprehension surrounding it, for what I think were good reasons, but none of my fears were realized. It was the best possible visit and weekend that I could have hoped for.

Friday - I was picked up at MSP by [livejournal.com profile] briandmage, who took me to lunch at the Chatterbox, which is a very SF-feeling place. After lunch, I toured B's new (salmon-colored) home and then we went over to [livejournal.com profile] redwright's house. Much hugging and chatting and me ooh-ing over the home improvements ensued. S took me to the uptown Leaning Tower, where I met up with Marcy & Adam and their two daughters, Lisa & Spencer and their son, and Sean & Jen. I didn't recognize the Tower! They totally remodeled! Sigh. After dinner, I hauled ass down to Intermedia Arts to see [livejournal.com profile] scoundrel01 in Great Moments Of Kung Fu Theater History. Hi-larious. I especially liked the Kung-Fu Ionesco bit.

Post-show, Mike and I went back to his place so I could frass with his roommate (Bean) a bit while Mike warshed up and changed, and then we went over to [livejournal.com profile] dorajar's for a small gathering o'peeps. Mo, Mikey, Brian, Sally, Fred, Alisa, Dustin, Bob, Matt, and Dave were all there, and it was good. It was very good. I introduced everyone to Fernet (or, as they call it now, Ferret) and Corb Lund (mighty neighborly, mighty neighborly), we saw the "Rehab" video (no, no, no), there was much chatting and one-on-one time, and we were all very happy. Also, we had cowboy hats! It was a good time. Sally and I wandered home and hopped in the hot tub, and then beddy-bye.

Saturday, Sal and I went party-shopping and dress-shopping, because I LEFT MY DRESS IN SF. Augh! So we had to scour Dayton's/Marshall Field's/Macy's for a dress that would appropriately show off my tat and still not make me look preggers. We finally found a cute black-and-white polka-dotted halter dress that is vaguely rockabilly (and not at all stripper-like!). We finished up the shopping at Beyerly's, and then home, where I napped and they cleaned. Bad guest, no biscuit.

That night, I went with Sal to her show - I ended up having to park the car as she ran in to the theater, because downtown was insane. We found out later that Prairie Home Companion was at the State that night, with Wilco performing. I had to remember where my cheap super-secret parking spot was, but I got to see the show! It's amazing - Autistic License. Just wonderful. And then Sally and I sped back to the party - which was already in progress. That was the second time I've "returned to the fold" at a Sally party, the first one being after my accident. Both times, I was nervous as hell pre-party, wondering how it was going to be.

Oh, the party was wonderful. It was great to see so many people, and to have so many people see me happy and healthy, as opposed to the hollow shell I was when I left. I did my usual Sally-party thing of hanging out in the kitchen, right in front of the sink. At least that way people have to pass by me and say hello, right? PLUS, The Baron Von Raschke himself showed up to my party! How awesome is that? (Fred is in a show at the History Theater about MN wrestling, and it stars The Baron.) We partied far into the night, with a post-party hot tub. Yay. So much love contained in that night. So much.

Sunday, we staggered around, Fred made bacon and Grand Marnier French toast, Sal and I went to Target, and we all made calls to our respective mommas. Mo & Mikey came over to hot tub, and then we all went to karaoke at The 1029 Bar. The 1029? Large with the WTF and the amusement. It's a Nordeast bar, so it feels like a small-town dive bar. It's also a cop bar, and we were pretty much the only people doing karaoke that night. This made for some interesting expressions on the faces of the regular patrons. I heard one woman call her friend and said, "There's a bunch of theater people doing karaoke at The 1029. You gotta come down here and see this." Highlights of the night included Mo doing an interpretive dance to Carolyn's "Total Eclipse Of The Heart", Mike (and Terry and Fred) dancing to Sally singing "Everything's Comin' Up Roses", Mo and Sal and me singing "Rehab", Terry, Carolyn, Fred, and Mike singing "Bohemian Rhapsody", Carson singing some Motorhead song and "Apeman", Sal singing "I'll Fly Away"... Much hilarity. Oh, and Carl stopped by! Awesome. It was great to see him.

Monday, I just packed up and waited for Mikey to pick me up for lunch at Wasabi, where we were joined by Mo, Brian, Debbie, Sally, and Heather (my college roomie). After lunch, I said my good-byes to most everyone and went with Heather to see her husband John and their new house in north St. Paul. Then, I flew home. And left my cowboy hat on the plane, which upsets me all out of proportion. I choose to blame the toddler that was in the row with me - he was small enough to sit on his parents' laps, and he would. not. shut. up. the. entire. damn. flight. I'm pro-kids, but that was a little trying. To his parents' credit, they were doing their best to keep a very active toddler occupied and quiet - he just wasn't cooperating. I think they even gave him toddler Benadryl at one point, which didn't seem to have an effect. So. I miss that hat - it had a lot of great memories attached to it.

It was a wonderful and odd weekend. Minneapolis is at once familiar and strange - I know where most everything is, but it repeatedly struck me how flat/green/spread-out it is. It felt a little isolating, actually - everyone in their own houses, doing their own thing. I think I would have to still be in theater if I had stayed - otherwise I'd be too apart from everything. Given how much healthier I am out of theater, that's a little scary. I miss everyone so much, it physically hurts. But it felt so nice to be back in SF, to see the Bay, to be among a lot of people. I spent the weekend listening to people talk about their houses and theater, and I have no personal stake in either. My path has seriously diverged from the life my friends lead, from the life I was leading. I still mourn what I had, while being happy in this new life. I enjoyed all the love from this weekend, and it was brought home to me that I probably cannot return permanently. When I left Alaska, it was gladly. I knew all along I didn't belong there. When I left Minneapolis, it was because I had to. I never quite fit in, but I managed to carve out a niche for myself. I miss my friends and that community so very much.

However, living here has been incredibly good for me. It was remarked a few times how much more relaxed I am now, how much more able I am to roll with things. I don't worry about my place here, I don't worry about being wrong, I'm not in fear of saying the wrong thing. (Well, I do, because I'm me, but you get the drift.) Part of that is not being in an unhealthy relationship any more, and I do think part of it is how accepting California is. And, part of it is due to the relationship with Martin. He's taught me a lot - or, at least, listened to me and offered comments as I've worked through things.

I need a French phrase or German word for feeling happy and melancholy at the same time. Happiness at the present situation, but keenly missing the past. Something. That's where I am, at any rate.

Almost no pictures were taken last weekend, so here is a fuzzy one from Edwin's cellphone:

Ari, Carolyn, and Juliana, 5-11-07 Ari, Carolyn, and Juliana, 5-11-07
Carolyn and I are (drunkenly) trying to look like Bond girls. Ari is, of course, Bond. Ari Bond.


May. 14th, 2007 11:39 pm
e_juliana: (raven circle)
and yet not.

I am home from a wonderful weekend in Minneapolis. I saw good and dear friends that I haven't seen in a year and a half, I laid some ghosts to rest, and I hugged and laughed and loved.

Now I'm in that liminal stage of home-and-yet-quite-not, the feeling I suffer every time I return from travel. This time, that feeling of dislocation is much stronger - I know there's a good portion of my heart still in MSP.

I'm still processing a lot of what happened and what was felt this weekend. I hope to talk about it soon. I will leave you with this - it was the best time I could ever have hoped for.
e_juliana: (night moves)
[livejournal.com profile] hecubot posted and I responded in another area:

hecubot: Juliana: I love Jada Pinkett. There's this thing she did during an interview which kind of sounds like she was an asshole, but I love her anyway.
Me: Because we've already established that you're not afraid of loving an asshole.

There was also an involved metaphor with the binky and in short, Juliana took some (affectionate) abuse (cheerfully) tonight. There might have been some riff about "lumberjacks with issues" about her love mates too.

Me: Heh. I like them burly and conflicted, 'tis true.

Yeah, last night was good. And yes, I do have a type (points at icon).
e_juliana: (yee haw)
Vegas was a blast, as always. Expensive, as always. We stayed at THEHotel at Mandalay Bay - penthouse, baybee! I never wanted to leave that place. SO NICE.

I think [livejournal.com profile] la_perkins and [livejournal.com profile] helvirago had a good time. We ate well. The only annoying bit (other than half of the tourists in Vegas) was the flying. I almost sprained myself with the eyerolling over the new restrictions. Gah.

Was very happy to finally get home. That's the thing about Las Vegas - I'm always very happy to go there, and very happy to come back. Martin was in a happy!drunk place by the time I got home, so he came over and was very bubbly and cheerful as my hungover self unpacked.

Want to go back. In a few months. Need to let my liver recover (except I'm going to Nashvegas in a few weeks. OY).

ION, I'm working 3 nights in the restaurant this week. On the one hand - good to make up the money I spent in Vegas. On the other - I need to clean and work out! When am I going to do that???


May. 22nd, 2006 10:12 am
e_juliana: (fernet)
Dude, I don't even know where to start. So I'll just post a short note to reassure y'all that [livejournal.com profile] smonsterbite and [livejournal.com profile] luluminion are okay, much fun was had, I love my Buffistas (and didn't get enough time with them!), and I'm going to have to stay sober for a couple of weeks just to give my liver a rest.

Honestly, I can be mellow. I swear.

e_juliana: (dance like no one is watching)
Went up to the Golden Haven Hot Springs Spa in Calistoga with [livejournal.com profile] debg, [livejournal.com profile] pix_kristin, and [livejournal.com profile] fashionista_35. Deb and Barb's generosity made it possible for me to go, and I am profoundly grateful for it. (Side note: I had never seen the words "Motel & Spa" used on the same sign before.) We all had spa treatments - I got a cheapy, the mini-facial, but it was still nice. The best bit was the mineral water pool and spa that was open to all the guests. The hot tub was lovely, but the pool.... oh my. It was bathtub-warm, and the water had so many minerals in it that I could float with minimal effort.

I'm not a good swimmer. I can do the old-lady frog kick, I can do the side stroke, and I can do the back stroke. Anything else - anything that requires my face going in the water - triggers a panic reflex in me. It took all I had to swim underwater for a paltry few seconds. Strange for a water sign, eh? However, in this water, I felt safer. I could allow myself to float on my back and do the minimum necessary to keep my face out of the water. I still couldn't relax all the way, but I could let myself be, for precious seconds at a time.

That's something I've not been able to do for almost four months now - let myself just be. Actually, probably longer, considering there were more than a few emotional storms all the way through 2005. I didn't quite accomplish it, and Sunday was majorly fraught (tears and everything! Yay!), but I know there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Somewhere.


For the past 6 years, I watched the Oscars at my friend Karen's house. It's always a big to-do, with people dressing up and food competitions and trivia and prizes. It really hit me hard - the fact that I couldn't be there this year. It was a highlight of my year, every year. It kind of dovetailed with the fact that I'm starting to feel forgotten in MN and invisible here. I know people miss me there, and I know I have people here. But it's the larger slipping away & anonymity that I'm having problems with. And the loneliness. Hoo boy, the loneliness. Ouch.

I have a hard time letting go, this is true. I need to let go of MN and try to keep the friendships there at the same time. 'Tis hard.


Need to be around normal people again. Must to get involved with a production, pref. one that doesn't take me forever and a day to get to, hence am limiting search to SF directly across the bay. Palo Alto v. nice, but rather far at 11 p.m. Have set up audition and have sent out resumes. Have contacted those whose names I have been given. Next step, volunteering at big theaters and at Theatre Bay Area events. Yes.

(And yes, I called theater people normal. You make your own normality, and mine involves being able to tell stories of actors launching baby dolls into the bassinet, and having said bassinet move two feet, and the hysterics that came after. "Regular" people understand that it's funny. Theater people understand that it's hilarious. I like being admired, but I miss being grokked.


Thinking I should take a martial art. There's a hapkido dojo up the road from me - anyone have an opinion?


The very pretty [livejournal.com profile] truejavachik lent me her copy of S1 Babylon 5. I'm having a hard time getting into it - it's very.... Trekky. I'll try a few more eps before I give up, though.


I think I want all of them.


Finally, a quiz! Who wants to live forever? )
e_juliana: (Default)
At the bar tonight, I mentioned to K (after he gave me a backrub that loosened me up enough to give me a headache - I am one large bundle of stress) that I'm feeling very lonely right now. He nodded, looked around, and said, "Well, at least you're among family."

That I am. That I am.
e_juliana: (fucked-up girl)
(quiz ganked from [livejournal.com profile] lysana)

They didn’t have Raven. )

A good weekend. [livejournal.com profile] mearagrrl was in town, so I took her to see His Girl Friday at the Guthrie (Z was very funny) and then hooked up with [livejournal.com profile] freackchelle to go to Twilight, which was very mellow, but did include meeting a drunk bloke from Manchester who was in town for the Microsoft Partners Convention and was very chuffed to be surrounded by lesbians. I was quite amused. Saturday, we toured the Mill City Museum and went to Ground Zero to dance and watch the bondage show. It was more fun than I usually have at G0, despite the annoyingly high level of tourist attendance. So many tourists, there to watch the freaks. Fuckers. However, I had no drama, I didn’t have to worry overmuch about anyone’s entertainment, there were some extraordinarily pretty people there, and there was a good mix of gothy and industrial. A good night.

Sunday, I ran errands (and almost melted, seriously), and then Z & I just lazed around and watched Ice Age. The movie was okay, but it’s just so frickin’ hot in that room, which interferes with enjoyment.

Today, I am back at New!Job and working away. Thursday, my mom comes in at 6 a.m. in the frickin’ morning, and we celebrate my birthday this weekend. Yay! I need something to pull me out of this funk/low-level gutpunch feeling.
e_juliana: (Default)
I've been feeling pretty damn tongue-tied lately. Partially because nothing is really stirring me to write anything. I don't - I've felt kind of bleah lately. Like I've lost whatever little charm and/or talent I had in the first place. I'm hoping a lot of it is due to the work situation and recovery, but still. Annoying. Even more annoying? I'm repeating myself.

I'm listening to The Spy Who Shagged Me soundtrack tonight, and I am forcibly reminded of 1) how freaky the song "Time Of The Season" is and 2) how much I love Scott Weiland's voice. I prefer it when he's straight-out singing instead of wailing/howling, but I'll listen no matter what.

Other things I love: The Matrix. It's my new favorite long-run movie, because I can get so wrapped up in watching the pretty and retro-fitting Reloaded and Revolutions into one sense-making movie. Also, watching Carrie-Anne Moss kick ass in tight shiny clothes is quite the motivation.

We just had a smoking ban on bars & restaurant instituted here in the Cities. You would think the sky is falling down for some smokers. I don't know, NYC and California seem to have weathered their bans just fine, with no jack-booted squads showing up. We've got bigger things to focus on and actual rights being lost. A public health regulation seems small potatoes to that.

I've not been spending much time out lately, and some of that time feels, well, wasted. I'm not able to connect with good friends for many reasons, and it's starting to bother me. At the same time, I've realized that an early social pattern of mine was to hang out with people that I didn't have much in common with beyond a superficial level and (more importantly) had a mutual disdain for. I musn't allow myself to fall into that pattern again. Better to be a recluse, which is what I seem to have turned into anyway.

On running - I've realized that I'm capable of far greater speeds that I thought previously. I've had to consciously restrain myself from running too many miles. because I am concentrating on getting my speed up. My next goal is an 8:30 mile, which I should get in a couple weeks. After that, a 26:25 5K (8:30 over 3.1 miles), which should be attained by the end of the month. I also need to remember that strength training and yoga make me a much better runner. Especially yoga.

CT scan was clear, bloodwork was clear, so I think the headaches are a part of my recovery. We'll see what the doc says.


Aug. 23rd, 2004 03:09 pm
e_juliana: (Teh Cute!)
Not too shabby, all things considered. I didn't make my run, but I know where I went wrong - I ate too much just prior. It's a balancing act, trying to load up on fuel while at the same time making sure I won't feel sick. So, I made 8 miles instead of 16. I may try for 16 either tonight or tomorrow. We'll see.

Saturday night was my bachette party, and I bless my friends for knowing me well and knowing how to throw a classy one. No embarassing t-shirts or veils or condom-covered hats. Just a bunch of women dressed to the nines, eating good food, drinking fantastic drinks, and flirting madly. So. Much. Fun.

Sunday, Z & I lounged around and watched Olympics, the women's marathon specifically. Oh, the drama. Loved it.

So tired. Am training temp so she can cover for me while I'm gone. So much to do.
e_juliana: (Teh Cute!)
I'll talk about Carmen first, since it's been on my mind for 48 hours.

We saw the remount of Carmen at Theatre de la Jeune Lune, a company that came over from France a couple decades ago, and a company that is like no other I've seen. Most of that is due to the French roots, I'm sure, but Jeune Lune is very odd, as a rule. I disagree with who they are run on occasion, but I will admit that they always make bold choices. The choices don't always work, but one cannot accuse Jeune Lune of being bland.

Carmen was originally produced last year when most of the Jeune Lune company was in New York, opening Hamlet. It stars a powerhouse pair of sisters, the Baldwins, with Jennifer playing Micaela and Frasquita and Christina playing Carmen.

It was an amazingly done show. Don Jose is a baritone instead of a tenor, but it worked for me. The stage was simple - a thrust with entrances underneath the main audience and on the back wall, as well as a door a story up that had a path down for the mountain scenes. The costumes were very simple, with the exception of Carmen's last dress. The script was arranged so that it almost felt like a drama with singing than an opera-opera, and it worked.

The only problem I had with the show was some of the ensemble's acting. I had to remind myself that opera acting is not our acting, and adjust accordingly. That problem was not present with the four leads, thankfully.

Hmmm. More tired than I thought, because I can't really come up with an analysis. Oh, well.

Yesterday, I ran 8 miles and then ran around like a madwoman trying to find a bloody skirt. I forgot that IKEA had just opened up across the way from the Mall of America, and so was not prepared for the madhouse that greeted me when I went to the MOA. Oy. I did drop off the fabric for the corset & meet with Z's cousins who are decorating the reception, so I felt a little accomplished. When Zach got home from work, we went through the rest of our CD collection and picked out songs for the reception. We now have approximately twice the amount of music we need, which is good, but the winnowing process will be harrowing. Harrowing, I tell you.

This morning, we got up early and went to the Farmer's Market with Z's mom. I love going there, especially with Sadie. We went to her favorite flower guy, who creates monstrous bouquets for only $10, and talked about what I want for the wedding. Then we just wandered about, and I got the world's densent watermelon. Seriously, this thing is 16 pounds and is not all that large. Also got tomatoes and avocados for guacamole, but I'll wait to make that until tomorrow. Or Tuesday.

Dropped Z off at work, went to REI for a new sports bra & CLIF shots, and then went to the fabric store and got taffeta and netting for the skirt. Dropped that off, went into Uptown to get Bodyglide and return the library book, and I decided to stop into Ragstock to see what they had in the way of fun clothing. Lo and behold, what did they have? Friggin' ballerina skirts. I was only saved from a meltdown by the fact that they only had purple & ice blue.

Gave Z the truck, regaled him with my shopping expeditions, and came home to clean and bake oven-"fried" chicken for us and our friends who just had their baby. Oh, and chop up 16 pounds of watermelon.

Now, I think I'll go to bed. Yes.
e_juliana: (just happy)
Well it’s a pretty good day
I’m looking forward to tomorrow
To have a pretty good day
Yeah we’ll have a good day.

Last night, I commenced the pre-celebration for my birthday at karaoke, and sent out an email to that effect. People showed up that I hadn't seen in ages. For a while, there were just 5 of us - L, who's in my show; MA, who is dating L and is a good friend of mine; JJ, who is MA's best friend; JF, who is our lovely stage manager; and me. So it's a fairly close-knit group, and we had some fantastic banter going. It was just wonderful to be in a group that was trading focus back and forth, and not telling story upon story. I love the stories, but I miss the banter. More people showed up, people sang songs for me (including "Devil Went Down To Georgia"), there was much affection. It was very nice.

An unexpected benefit to being with Zach (or any non-jealous theater person, I suppose) is how freely I can get and give physical affection from the straight boys (the girls and gayboys never care). I still wanted to be affectionate when I was single, but misinterpretation abounded and forced me to back off. I need a lot of platonic physical touch - the more I get, the better I feel about myself, and the more I can give. It's a nice little cycle when it works.

Continuing the trend of Good Things, I received a huge birthday bouquet today from Mom and Barndad, full of snapdragons and Gerbera daisies. So. Pretty.

We're in the cusp of strawberries to raspberries season, meaning that there are tons of both at the Farmer's Market Downtown today, most of them direct from Bayfield, WI. I've already polished off a pint of raspberries, and I'm working on the strawberries now. Yum.

Tonight, I have rehearsal with the Three Hags, and then shopping & cleaning for the party. Tomorrow, I clean some more, run 7 miles, and go up to Alexandria to see Z's show. Saturday, I bring Z home, and we party. Sunday, karaoke again. Monday, collapse. I'm looking forward to it.

I put the following quiz in for the Magic User answer alone.....

LJ RPG Quiz )
e_juliana: (raven)
Wow, I've really not been updating much, have I? Whoops.

So, last weekend, I went up to Alexandria, which is where Zach has been since before I got back from Alaska. That's right, we haven't really occupied the same space for nigh on a month. No wonder I'm getting so freaky. Zach is up at Theatre l'Homme Dieu, performing as Lenny in Of Mice And Men (actually, it closed Sunday), and then directing Last Of The Red-Hot Lovers, which opens tomorrow night. Homme Dieu is amazing. It's like summer camp for actors. Actually, that's exactly what the St. Paul Pioneer Press called it. All they have to do up there is go to rehearsal and learn their lines and then go sit around the campfire. Verra nice, in a rustic sort of way. So, I was up the weekend of the 4th with some of the other spouses in which over $300 of illegal fireworks from North Dakota were set off), and then half of the small theatre Mafia descended on TlHD for Don and Tina's wedding last weekend.

The wedding was quite lovely. It was on the grounds of an oldold church that had been the main church for the area back in the late 1800's. Almost everyone was in some sort of Hawaiian print, the vows were touching and funny, and the first kiss as bride and groom was the kiss at the end of the song "There's A Kiss At The End Of The Rainbow". (It was much less cheesy than it sounds, honest. More goofy.) Then, everyone piled in cars and went to a picnic area about a mile away and we barbequed.

Most ovary ache-inducing moment: a couple of our friends - Lloyd and Lynn - have a two-year old boy named Lloyd (we call him Lloydlet). I first met him when he was 10 days old and they brought him to a party. He was a cheeky active monkey then, and he hasn't slowed down. He was right in the middle of the football toss game some of the guys had going, doing his best to catch the football that was as big as his torso. After a while, the guys got bored with football tossing and decided to play baseball with the football and the pinata stick (don't ask me why). Lloydlet was very determined to participate, so Zach scooped him up in his left arm and used his right arm to pitch. When the ball was tossed back to him, Zach would let it drop on the ground, hold Llyodlet by his ankles, and let the kid pick up the ball. It was kind of like the skill claw games you see in arcades, and possibly one of the cutest things I've ever seen. Oy. Ovaries aching all over the place.

After the BBQ, we all went to go see (or do) the show, and then there was much carousing. A good time was had by most people. There were some people whose got very drunk and decided that playing in the mud would be the best idea evah. Those people also had fun, but the people who had to clean the muddy people off did not have as much fun. Or so I hear. I was asleep by then, thankfully.

I go back up Friday morning, see Z's show, and then bring him home Saturday, just in time for my birthday party. It will be very nice to have both of us home.


Jun. 1st, 2004 11:10 am
e_juliana: (stare)
You'd think I'd come off of a holiday weekend feeling rested and refreshed, but that was not to be. Too much drinking, I suspect.

Friday, we had the show and then went over to [livejournal.com profile] redwright's to party. One of my castmates did impressions that had me screaming with laughter. He was just riffing on everyone and everything. Good times.

Saturday, I had to clean (through a hangover, oops), because people were coming over to our place after the show. Spent way too much money on food and booze (absinthe was consumed), but it was a very good time. I love hosting.

Sunday, I just slept and read. The Book Of Ruth was the book of choice for the day, and it was not a good choice. I was profoundly unhappy with the plot and the prose. Meh. Then, Picasso yet again, and then we all trooped over to Market for karaoke. I think I'm getting burned out again. Or maybe I'm just burning out on drinking. It's not a coincidence that I'm in my best shape when I'm not drinking, and I'm getting tired of not being in my best shape. It's hard, though, when all of my friends are hard drinkers.

Monday, more sleep. And a run. But mostly sleep. And then a show. And then watching the Wolves lose. And then sleep. Which wasn't very good, since neither of us could get to sleep. Feh.

I think Z & I need a financial advisor. Correction - not think, know. Any recs for advisors that will not focus on stocks and whatnot, but will instead help us with reasonable expenditures and budgeting and sticking to said budget? I'm a whiz at budgeting, but I can't seem to make it stick. Dumb me.
e_juliana: (b&w)
For some reason, that song is almost always in my head on Tuesdays. I have a very cheesy subconscious.

I had a good day yesterday, once I got out of work. I unpacked even more, went for a run, and then Sally picked me up and we went to the Market (where Z was working a double, poor boy) and sat and talked about theater and other things. Then I came home, finished Neuromancer, and slept. Poorly, but sleep is like pizza for me. Actually, it's better than pizza, because it doesn't give me heartburn or make me feel like I need to run an extra mile to make up for eating the entire thing.

Now that I've stretched that metaphor as far as it will go, I will tell you about my run. I went later than usual, due to the momentum I had picked up while unpacking. It was still daylight, and there was an occasional patter of rain. Nothing too uncomfortable, just enough to help me cool off and then it was gone. I've been working on my form and trying to run in the Kenyan style, and I think I'm succeeding. I felt very light and balanced as I was running, and my foot turnover was rapid. I'm also working on another part of my form - trying to keep my feet at a 15-degree angle or less. I have a bad tendency to turn out while walking and running, and it's been affecting the muscle that wraps around from the top of the quad to the side of the pelvic area. So, I concentrated on that, and I did just fine for my four miles. The problem hit when I was walking the quarter mile home as a cool-down. The afore-mentioned muscle cramped up so bad that I could hardly walk. No fun. Plenty of stretching when I did make it home, yes indeed. More stretching tonight.

Weird meatspace address of the day: Hemlock Lane in Othello, WA. That's like a double dose of death and drama.

And finally, a quiz:

Pretty picture! )


Apr. 29th, 2004 12:15 pm
e_juliana: (just happy)
The meme:

1.Go into your LJ's archives.
2.Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3.Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4.Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions

LiveJournal.com Team

Context? Who needs it? )


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