13 March
It's 37°. 37°! It was 70° on Thursday! Come back, Spring, was it something I said?
So, on Saturday night after dinner, me and Columbine and Debbie and the rest all went to see Eddie Izzard.
And he was great! He wasn't in drag, which was weird and surprising, but, as he said "I am a transvestite, of course, but now people ask me if it's different, now that I have the beard, and I explain to them that they should fuck off!"
My favourite bit, though, was when he was talking about hate and how different countries hate other countries as a matter of course. "Does Boston hate anyone?" he asked the crowd. "New York! We hate NEW YORK!" the crowd screamed with one voice. "Does New York hate you?" he inquired. "Yes!" a couple of lone voices cried. I said, quietly, not yelling to Eddie, but aloud, "We don't bother!" and then Eddie said "They can't be bothered!"
Me and Eddie, we are of one mind, man.
After an almost three hour show (he must be exhausted afterwards), I walked home after the following exchange with Columbine:
"Which way are you walking"
(reads him my directions)
"I thought that's what you would say. It's not the best walk this late at night."
"O please."
"Of course, that wouldn't bother you!"
And it didn't! It was a fine walk home, especially because it had stopped raining.
Yesterday, Robert and I had breakfast at this great place with the waitstaff in jammies ('cause it was brunch!), then wandered around shopping, went home and bathed and packed (me), and checked my email while Robert read aloud from one of my favourite books, No Turn Unstoned, a collection of the worst theatrical reviews ever written, by Diana Rigg.
Then we went to the train, got there in plenty of time, but then I decided that I needed a Pepsi at the last minute, so I was rushing around again, 'cause I just love riding that ragged edge of disaster!
Had a reasonable trip home, caught up on list mail, practically caught up on the entries that I send out (I have an almost secret list, to whom I mail out my entries weekly, except for when I get behind, which is always. Last night they got half of January and most of February, and a couple twice due to a weird email glitch, so I wouldn't ask to join it were I you, as it's almost a punishment!), home by midnight, fed the cats, bed by one and the weekend is over.
Well, that horoscope (below) looks like every day to me.
Today's horoscope:
You find many varied demands on your time at work today. A lot of little tasks call for your attention.
One year ago today:
And Monty just threw up. Thanks, Monty.
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