quick recap
...because I'm dead tired. But here's the gist of it:
-Trivia night went well. Joe and I were on a team with Violet, and Gene, his wife, and this other girl I didn't know were on another. There were a few other teams, but... we won! Yay! It was a slightly Halloween-themed quiz, and so we cleaned up. It was a fun night, and I'd totally do it again. And I really, really hope I made it clear to Joe that if he wants to ask me out on a date, I'd absolutely go. Now, the ball is firmly in his court. He's just my type, but I will never chase a man again as long as I live, no matter how great he may seem. Besides, he's not even the only man on my radar at the moment. No reason for me to get sweaty about anything.
-We start the final weekend of shows tomorrow, and I'm mostly ready. I still need to re-sponge the stunt typewriter and make up all the food, but the thing that was worrying me most was the thing I spent a few hours on this evening: the lead's dress for the dinner scene. The zipper in it was shot, and it was completely irreparable (boy did I try, though), so tonight's adventure after work was a field trip to Jo-Ann Fabrics to pick up a new zipper, take the old one out of the dress (seemingly ENDLESS stitches to meticulously pick apart), bust out my trusty sewing machine, and set in the new zipper. I don't think I've set a zipper in anything in over twenty years, and judging by my finished product tonight, it shows. Woooof, it's rough. But for stage, it will be fine and, more importantly, it's not going anywhere. The last thing I want is for the actress to be distracted onstage by the threat of a dicky zipper on her dress.
-I have a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound for Lefty tomorrow. The lump feels differently than the one in Righty, but it's still alarming enough to get checked out. Plus, I've met my out-of-pocket deductible, so I might as well. At least Lefty won't cost me a few thousand dollars to get diagnosed, like Righty did. I'm going to try very hard to not worry about it. I'm sure it will all come back fine, but I have to be sure. Letting it ride is not an option I'm willing to consider. And, dear nonexistent readers, if you could spare a kind thought or prayer for me tomorrow, I'd sure appreciate it.
And now I must turn in, because if I don't, there will be hell to pay tomorrow.
-Trivia night went well. Joe and I were on a team with Violet, and Gene, his wife, and this other girl I didn't know were on another. There were a few other teams, but... we won! Yay! It was a slightly Halloween-themed quiz, and so we cleaned up. It was a fun night, and I'd totally do it again. And I really, really hope I made it clear to Joe that if he wants to ask me out on a date, I'd absolutely go. Now, the ball is firmly in his court. He's just my type, but I will never chase a man again as long as I live, no matter how great he may seem. Besides, he's not even the only man on my radar at the moment. No reason for me to get sweaty about anything.
-We start the final weekend of shows tomorrow, and I'm mostly ready. I still need to re-sponge the stunt typewriter and make up all the food, but the thing that was worrying me most was the thing I spent a few hours on this evening: the lead's dress for the dinner scene. The zipper in it was shot, and it was completely irreparable (boy did I try, though), so tonight's adventure after work was a field trip to Jo-Ann Fabrics to pick up a new zipper, take the old one out of the dress (seemingly ENDLESS stitches to meticulously pick apart), bust out my trusty sewing machine, and set in the new zipper. I don't think I've set a zipper in anything in over twenty years, and judging by my finished product tonight, it shows. Woooof, it's rough. But for stage, it will be fine and, more importantly, it's not going anywhere. The last thing I want is for the actress to be distracted onstage by the threat of a dicky zipper on her dress.
-I have a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound for Lefty tomorrow. The lump feels differently than the one in Righty, but it's still alarming enough to get checked out. Plus, I've met my out-of-pocket deductible, so I might as well. At least Lefty won't cost me a few thousand dollars to get diagnosed, like Righty did. I'm going to try very hard to not worry about it. I'm sure it will all come back fine, but I have to be sure. Letting it ride is not an option I'm willing to consider. And, dear nonexistent readers, if you could spare a kind thought or prayer for me tomorrow, I'd sure appreciate it.
And now I must turn in, because if I don't, there will be hell to pay tomorrow.