Shakspar!
If I have to see one more terrible Laurence Olivier version of a Shakespearean play, I may dive off a building. I do have to admit, however, that I laughed my ass off when he said "It out-Herods Herod". Dude, YOU WOULD KNOW. God, so hammy. I blame the 50s.
We are coming up on actual work for my conferencing job, and I am terrified that I am somehow going to fuck one of the group's shit up royally.
45 days or so til I go to Portland. I've never been, so I'm really excited about it. We're driving, which is no small feat, but after Cathy and I drove to California, nothing phases me anymore. Almost dying at the hands of a snowstorm didn't help any either. We got to the border of Montana, and it started to snow. No, that's incorrect, it started to whiteout. We were driving 35 miles an hour, tops, on the highway, at 3 am. We stopped at DIllon, and though about staying, but damnit, we were SO FUCKING TIRED at that point that we just decided to blaze on through. Luckily, the whiteout stopped by Butte, but the roads were still terrible. That'll teach me to go on a roadtrip in March.
But, again, Portland. Not in March. July! We're going to Saint Cupcake, because God knows I can't pass up a cupcake bakery, since I am deprived of such in my native lands. Most importantly, the reason for the trip, we're going to the Jonathan Richman show at the Aladdin. If anyone has other ideas of fun, cool, and awesome things to do in Portland, let me know.
It'll be my sister's second Jonathan concert, since I converted her in Salt Lake. Or rather, Jonathan converted her. I imagine I had precious little to do with it other than bringing her there. But it'll be Cathy's first concert EVER. Of any kind. Tell me, internets, how do you get to the age of 23 without seeing a concert?
Ah well, shutting up now.
We are coming up on actual work for my conferencing job, and I am terrified that I am somehow going to fuck one of the group's shit up royally.
45 days or so til I go to Portland. I've never been, so I'm really excited about it. We're driving, which is no small feat, but after Cathy and I drove to California, nothing phases me anymore. Almost dying at the hands of a snowstorm didn't help any either. We got to the border of Montana, and it started to snow. No, that's incorrect, it started to whiteout. We were driving 35 miles an hour, tops, on the highway, at 3 am. We stopped at DIllon, and though about staying, but damnit, we were SO FUCKING TIRED at that point that we just decided to blaze on through. Luckily, the whiteout stopped by Butte, but the roads were still terrible. That'll teach me to go on a roadtrip in March.
But, again, Portland. Not in March. July! We're going to Saint Cupcake, because God knows I can't pass up a cupcake bakery, since I am deprived of such in my native lands. Most importantly, the reason for the trip, we're going to the Jonathan Richman show at the Aladdin. If anyone has other ideas of fun, cool, and awesome things to do in Portland, let me know.
It'll be my sister's second Jonathan concert, since I converted her in Salt Lake. Or rather, Jonathan converted her. I imagine I had precious little to do with it other than bringing her there. But it'll be Cathy's first concert EVER. Of any kind. Tell me, internets, how do you get to the age of 23 without seeing a concert?
Ah well, shutting up now.