Weekend Schmeekend

Saturday: Awesome storms. Absolutely awesome. And unlike many parts of the country I can say that and *mean* it and *enjoy* it because I wasn't getting flooded out of any place at any point.

I did wonder for a brief period of time on Saturday afternoon/evening if I ought to mosey on down to the parking garage under my building for fear of being too near a window when a tree branch came crashing into my home, but as it stands that didn't happen, so all is well.

Went to Fave Local Townie Bar on Saturday night with friends and the place was only "pleasantly full" instead of "annoyingly packed" due to the large number of people who usually drive out from Milwaukee who apparently decided it wasn't worth the risk to take the 25 minute drive out to the 'sha just for some decent drink prices and an overly crowded dance floor.

Woo hoo!

I have a response vid I want to make today about "things I love." (Thanks jallen285!) Here's hoping I get to it because it's silly-ish but fun. Then rehearsal at 7. Slightly less worried about the show, but still a bit paranoid. But what's keeping me busy during the day is that while searching for a new job I'm going to be helping my dad get some stuff started up so he can keep busy and working and all that. Don't know how it'll play out yet, but we'll get it all figured out.

Kind of a complicated arrangement, but everything works out. Sometimes it works out to where you're brought so low in the process that you almost can't fathom the losses, but it does work out. And I'm not afraid.

Viiiiiiernes

Mimi and my brother are flying to Niger this Monday afternoon. There's a huge part of me that wishes I could join them, but I just don't feel drawn to go for the same reasons they're going. That, and it's HOT in Niger. Did you know this? HOT. One of those "120 degrees in the shade" type countries.

Giraffes = Abundant? Yes.

Giraffes > Extreme Heat? No.

They have a stop in Casablanca. Cool, eh?

I found their flights and booked 'em a couple months back. In and out on Air Morocco. I'd like to visit Morocco one of these days. I priced it out on Sidestep and it's around $1,600 if you fly out of O'Hare and have a stop at some Mohammad Something Or Other airport in Amsterdam.

Man... I can't even imagine how much Dramamine I'd have to take to be able to handle a flight like that. Yowch.

Went out with Jen and her boyfriend Richard tonight. Had a drink and some mozz sticks, went for an hour long walk along the river in downtown Waukesha, went someplace else for another drink and a lot of sitting and gabbing. Such nice people. And luckily Jen's a talker like me. ;) Poor Richard. ;)

And now, exhaustion sets in and I bid you all good night. Sweet dreams to you all of rivers, midnight walks with friends, and trips to Morocco...



Ahhh- lovely. "Amazigh," even...

Also: I think it's time we all started wearing more lightweight white tunics during the warm summer months. Heavy denim jeans and tight fitting t-shirts? *pfft* Pure silliness!!

"Boy it sure is Monday..."

I'm watching "The Road to Wellville" and wondering what on earth I'm going to do about "Wait Until Dark." I gave one of the dullest, most uninspired reads of my life tonight.

I just don't know to do with her, who she is, what's going on... I felt like such a dope. :S

I'm very excited about it, though, because three of the actors in it gave *awesome* reads. One of them, Randall, and I were cast in a show together several years ago, but something came up and he had to leave the show so we only worked together for about a week. He's got this great vocal quality and a very fun read on his character.

The other two, Brian and Matthew, were in a show together last season, and I've done a couple of shows with Matthew myself, and they're going to be great too! They're both creepy in all the right ways. Very. Creepy.

God I hope I figure something out. And fast...

Geez. Aside from the weird food and the colonics, I could totally do this whole Road to Wellville thing.

Minus Dana Carvey's George character, too. *jibbly jibbly jibbly* The kid who plays young George is also weird looking. Very weird looking. I almost don't know which George is creepier, really.

I could go for some Ramen noodles. Perhaps-- perhaps I shall have some...

Sunday Sunday Sunday!

I'm at my parents' house watching Deadliest Catch. Patches is resting by my feet with her head on my knee (I'm sitting cross-legged), I'm full of pizza, Bekah's at work at her new job at the mall, David is out with his girlfriend picking up his motorcycle from... somewhere... and I just may swear off of crab forever after watching this show.

I'm starting my job search in earnest tomorrow. It's kind of exciting, but a little intimidating.

Intimidating like-- well like when you were given an assignment in school to write a paper about anything, provided that it was at least a certain length when you were finished. I can take a job where I do anything, provided that I earn at least a certain amount.

Aaahhh!! Too open-ended!!

Patches has shifted with me. She's now resting her head on my ankle. I love having a dog around.

Rehearsals for "Wait Until Dark" start tomorrow night at Bucketworks. Don't know what time yet, though. Hm. The show will be good, I think. I only know who four of the cast members are (including myself), but as long as we do our thing and we do it well, and as long as Mark Hooker has enough of a hand in it (it seems it's being guest directed...), it'll be good.

Is crab really tasty enough to warrant people subjecting themselves to jobs like the ones in this show? Mercy mercy me...

Saturday Night

Aside from the fact that my yellow tank had small, darker yellow flowers on it, my shoes also had brown and a zipper on them, and my jacket is fur-lined, this was *exactly* my night last night: ---------->

Yes, my Saturday. Which ended nice and early with a book and my bed.

But not before getting two messages on MySpace from some guy named Peter whose profile is set to private and who is talking to me like we know each other.

Do I know a Peter?

And now I'm dressing to eat pancakes and then go to my folks' place to love them up. I love them.

Might even try to memorize some of my lines, maybe work on who the heck my character is since as of right now I have no idea and barely care.

Oh shoot. And I should work on my resume, too. Dangit.

I don't want a job. I want a life.