Come Dancing....
Jan. 26th, 2004 08:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_julianaNot a busy weekend, but enjoyable.
Friday, house managed for Come Back To The Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean. It's an okay show. Two of the actors turned the best performances I've ever seen out them, which is always nice to see. I'm not a big fan of the script, and the lead actor didn't do anything new. But it wasn't a bad way to spend the evening.
Saturday, I did very little. Partially because my back is leading an all-out revolt, and partially because I didn't want to. So I didn't. I cleaned my apartment and went over to Zach. He taught me how to play cribbage so I can play it with my grandpa when we go up this summer. (Side note: I adore playing board games. I'm glad Z does too, though we have to find another trivia game.)
Sunday, we got Z a different bike brace (to make a real bike stationary - I had given him one that acted as a treadmill, but it was a touch too small for him), went to the Timberwolves game, had dinner, went to karaoke. I'd forgotten how much I love watching live basketball, and watching Kevin Garnett play is a joy. He's so tall, and he and his teammates use that advantage ruthlessly. He's also very aware of where everyone is on the court, and makes most passes without even looking at the recipient. I love watching someone who is so good at what they do, and so in control of their body. It's fabulous.
Karaoke last night was just the right mix of people to keep me hopping, and I failed to drink enough water. Blast. I'm not really hung over, just logy. I did get up early enough to make a smoothie for breakfast, so very little is lost.
Sang "Rock This Town", "Come Dancing", "Express Yourself", and "Welcome To The Jungle". I am a bear of very little voice right now. Carolyn is back from her Florida tour, Sally is back from her work hell, and Brian stopped in before traipsing off to San Diego for 5 weeks. Chatted with Heidi and Ben for a while. I want to like Heidi, I do, but there's something... I don't know. Something about her creeps me out, and I can't quite pin it down. Hrm. Anyway. Usual cast of characters, nothing too exciting occurred, and now it's Monday. Yippee. We're seeing Buried Child tonight, and then we start rehearsals for Driving Miss Daisy. Whee. First time stage managing in a dog's age, but it's a good cast and a good paycheck.
I've already mentally spent half of my first paycheck. I don't even know when or how I'm getting paid, but I'm ready to:
- fetch my drycleaning
- get my next tattoo
- buy a month membership at the Y
I'm also considering fixing the car, but I need to get an estimate first. Oy. They haven't declared a snow emergency yet, but if I have to move the poor thing, I want to just move it to the mechanic. I don't think it can take much more than that. If I had a bay (and tools), I'd be tinkering with the damn thing myself. But I don't, so I won't.
No word on new job yet. Have emailed chatty friendly thank-you note. Should have sent actual letter. Is it too late? Should I call?
Want to go dancing tonight. Won't, due to poverty. Grump.
Work time.
Come dancing,
All her boyfriends used to come and call.
Why not come dancing, it's only natural?
(Man, I love the horns in there....)
Friday, house managed for Come Back To The Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean. It's an okay show. Two of the actors turned the best performances I've ever seen out them, which is always nice to see. I'm not a big fan of the script, and the lead actor didn't do anything new. But it wasn't a bad way to spend the evening.
Saturday, I did very little. Partially because my back is leading an all-out revolt, and partially because I didn't want to. So I didn't. I cleaned my apartment and went over to Zach. He taught me how to play cribbage so I can play it with my grandpa when we go up this summer. (Side note: I adore playing board games. I'm glad Z does too, though we have to find another trivia game.)
Sunday, we got Z a different bike brace (to make a real bike stationary - I had given him one that acted as a treadmill, but it was a touch too small for him), went to the Timberwolves game, had dinner, went to karaoke. I'd forgotten how much I love watching live basketball, and watching Kevin Garnett play is a joy. He's so tall, and he and his teammates use that advantage ruthlessly. He's also very aware of where everyone is on the court, and makes most passes without even looking at the recipient. I love watching someone who is so good at what they do, and so in control of their body. It's fabulous.
Karaoke last night was just the right mix of people to keep me hopping, and I failed to drink enough water. Blast. I'm not really hung over, just logy. I did get up early enough to make a smoothie for breakfast, so very little is lost.
Sang "Rock This Town", "Come Dancing", "Express Yourself", and "Welcome To The Jungle". I am a bear of very little voice right now. Carolyn is back from her Florida tour, Sally is back from her work hell, and Brian stopped in before traipsing off to San Diego for 5 weeks. Chatted with Heidi and Ben for a while. I want to like Heidi, I do, but there's something... I don't know. Something about her creeps me out, and I can't quite pin it down. Hrm. Anyway. Usual cast of characters, nothing too exciting occurred, and now it's Monday. Yippee. We're seeing Buried Child tonight, and then we start rehearsals for Driving Miss Daisy. Whee. First time stage managing in a dog's age, but it's a good cast and a good paycheck.
I've already mentally spent half of my first paycheck. I don't even know when or how I'm getting paid, but I'm ready to:
- fetch my drycleaning
- get my next tattoo
- buy a month membership at the Y
I'm also considering fixing the car, but I need to get an estimate first. Oy. They haven't declared a snow emergency yet, but if I have to move the poor thing, I want to just move it to the mechanic. I don't think it can take much more than that. If I had a bay (and tools), I'd be tinkering with the damn thing myself. But I don't, so I won't.
No word on new job yet. Have emailed chatty friendly thank-you note. Should have sent actual letter. Is it too late? Should I call?
Want to go dancing tonight. Won't, due to poverty. Grump.
Work time.
Come dancing,
All her boyfriends used to come and call.
Why not come dancing, it's only natural?
(Man, I love the horns in there....)
