8 July
Work wasn't too appalling, and Nik was there and my show opened and it went pretty well.
The only problem is that the show before us is a tricky one to follow, so my kids didn't get their laughs as they should until half-way through when Michael came out and gave the show a jolt. I told them afterwards that I didn't want them to change the show at all, but they needed to rev up their internal energy at the beginning so as to invigorate the audience.
If they were following a comedy, they would not have this problem, but they're not and they do.
So I never told my stories about Friday.
Wait, what the hell did I do Friday? Man, I gotta take notes.
Okay, wait, I rehearsed, then wandered, zombie-like to Virgin and spent a million dollars on cds.
Of course, I only meant to buy one cd (well, two...). I wanted to get the Tom-Tom Club album with Genius of Love on it, 'cause that song's been going through my head for days and days but I can't remember all of it. Of course, they didn't have it so I was forced, forced I tell you, to buy nine other cds!
I didn't want to, I had to.
I got "Golden Throats" (including the great and glorious William Shatner version of Mr. Tambourine Man), Bob Newhart's "The Button Down Mind is Back", Talking Heads' "Sand in the Vaseline" (greatest hits--all of my old Heads stuff from college is on vinyl and deteriorating tapes), Henry Rollins' "Sweatbox" (spoken word), the new Cabaret cast album, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers' Greatest Hits, "Total Madness", Liz Phair's "Whip-Smart", and John Denver's Greatest Hits.
I swear, I only wanted the one...
I got home after the cd feeding frenzy, and as I got to the house I saw a package of chalk eggs (for drawing on sidewalks) sitting on the banister, and, thinking Cynthia had forgotten them, brought them inside.
"You forgot these," I said.
"No, they aren't mine, I saw them, too," she said, "They might be Katie's. Of course, Molly thought they should be hers!"
At this point, Molly ran into the kitchen and said "Those are mine, Kymmie, those are mine, give them to me!"
"I don't think they are, sweetie."
And she looked up at me with her head all the way back, and smiling said "But I need them for my 'nagination!"
So of course, I gave them to her. Because a sentence as cute as that deserves chalk eggs.
Okay, I think I'm reaching critical mass.
Eight years and a few days short of three months is the exact longest I can stand to not have sex before going insane...
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