23 June
O jeez louise, here it is, 9.43a, and I haven't even started my entry yet.
I'm just farfelling around, reading Diane's new entry, checking out the new Russell Crowe auctions at eBay, looking at the new forum posts from overnight (I'm riveted by this Shakespeare For Ducks post--that sounds like a show I'd be in!), and I'm still sitting clad only in a towel, hair wet and uncombed, cats starved and hollow-eyed, Martha Stewart dying fabric with tea on TV.
Stories I forgot to tell about Wednesday:
It's just so hot onstage and in the dressing room, and we are wearing so many clothes, that we just peel them, drenched, off of our bodies. Sabine wears boots and no stockings, and getting those off of her requires her to lie on the ground and somebody tug and tug above her as she groans. It really looks as though she is giving birth to a long pink boot.
As I left the theatre, it started to rain, and it just felt so good. When I got to the van, there was a long queue through the parking lot, and nobody was huddled away from the rain, nobody had umbrellas up, everybody was just standing there, faces raised to the sky, like Tim Robbins at the end of The Shawshank Redemption.
Then, they herded the line to stand under the scaffolding. I liked the rain better.
On the van, the last free seat was the seat next to me, and this woman came on, I stood up to let her in, and she said "I'd rather stand." What was up with that? There was nothing wrong with the seat that I could see, it wasn't in the nasty last row of five seats, it must have been me, she didn't want to sit by me!
I was thrilled that there was so much traffic that it took us half an hour to get to the tunnel (normally a three minute drive) so that bitch had to stand longer. Hah! I'm petty, I know.
The driver was one of those tiresome ones that refuse to stop at my stop, because it's not really supposed to be a stop, though 95% of the drivers stop there anyway. There are a few with bugs up their asses about it, though, and they just won't do it, because they say that they'll get a ticket. Bullshit. They just are assholes.
Well, this was one of those assholes.
But he was also begging for quarters, because the ride is $1.75 and he had no quarters, so when I said "The light, please," and he said "I cannot stop at light, I will stop here," here being ten million miles away from the light, i said "If you stop at the light, I'll give you quarters!" and the whole van started to laugh.
He refused, so I said, "No quarters for you!" and dug the biggest bill I had out of my wallet. But then, there was a red light, so he reluctantly let me out, and I gave him the quarters.
Sometimes I like the van best because it has so much personality, but on the other hand, sometimes I could do with a bit less personality on my public transportation.
What are you petty about? Do you hold grudges?
And we're still talking about not caring, playing hooky, the worst show we've ever seen or done, moviestar crushes, if it's silly to cry over a pet, diets, and the thread about when people think we suck has risen from the grave.
Today's horoscope:
People around you might seesaw between a picky focus on petty issues to an erratic, unpredictable cutting loose. Flexibility wins.
One year ago today:
Please, Minnie, have a donut, you'll feel better and by God you'll even yourself out a bit!
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