Anyone Seeng Randy's Film on May 2? Anyone want a ticket to "Thinking?"
I see that the last time I posted it was after seeing "Thinking." Funny, I'm just about to go see it again. One would think I had nothing else to do.
I'll skill over what I've been doing for the past months, and say nothing too constructive, although I did get to visit my sister in Texas where she was engaged in a race, seeing who would arrive first, her son due to be born in mid-February, or her husband, due back from his deployment in Iraq.
Husband won by a hair; got home with only a little more than 24 hours to spare.
I would not want to live in Texas. Of course, I would also not want to be married to someone in the army. After joining Facebook so that I could get a message through to this brother in law that none of us had ever met, I now have a "Friend" picture showing up for me that has people wondering how he slipped in among the rest of my counter culture cronies. It does look odd, my knowing someone whose profile shot had him in a uniform with the shaved military cut, standing in front of a flag. I thought of adding a disclaimer that he was related to me, therefore I had no control over his actions, but it might have seemed a little hostile. Now his profile picture is of him holding the baby, so I can breath easily. It's just hard to believe that my sister, who couldn't wait to shake the dust of Freehold,, NJ from her feet and live in Washington, D.C., join he CIA, and travel around the world, is now an army wife, living in a house with a deer head in her living room. When I commented on the deer head (well, commented is putting it politely, it was more like shrieked) she asked if I didn't like it, and then added that he had shot the deer himself, as though that would be a mitigating circumstance.
I sat all week, with that beautiful animal's eyes glancing sadly down on me. I know they weren't his real eyes, but still, it left me with that "Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore feeling."
I see that time's getting on, so I should get to the point of this and continue on tomorrow; I have to go drive two hours to watch Jeff appear on stage for about seven minutes out of another two hours plus, when he was a very small part in "Carmen" at his school. I used to feel that this was the price I paid for him to have the music scholarship, but since he's changed majors and now just does this for "fun" it seems like I'm being unnecessarily tortured.
Tomorrow it's playing again in the same venue, and I bought three tickets, planning on bringing my usual "date" for these events, one of Jeff's friends who, besides liking Randy likes anything that will get him out of his house. Unfortunately he got invited to a friend's house in south Jersey for the weekend, and I didn't have the heart to remind him we had tickets to the show. Since they were only ten or twelve dollars, I'll let it slide, rather than killing him for his forgetfulness. He still has some credits saved up from November or December, when we went to the Red Bull Theatre to see the opening night of their latest play. They had a reception before the show where you could meet and greet with guest artists from previous productions, Randy being one of them.
I paid a premium price for these tickets, and then ended up getting stuck in traffic and barely making the opening of the play. I sat down in my seats (acquired at the very last minute) bitching and moaning and sulking. Thirty second later, who should sit in back of me?
We actually had a nice chat about Paris and speaking French and if "Thinking" was going to be playing again.
Later, I will go on about why Michael acquired some credit in my good graces but if anyone wants to go to the show tomorrow, I seem to have at least one extra ticket.
Terri, are you out there? Are you going? Want to?
Oh well, off to Glassboro, New Jersey, God help me.
I'll skill over what I've been doing for the past months, and say nothing too constructive, although I did get to visit my sister in Texas where she was engaged in a race, seeing who would arrive first, her son due to be born in mid-February, or her husband, due back from his deployment in Iraq.
Husband won by a hair; got home with only a little more than 24 hours to spare.
I would not want to live in Texas. Of course, I would also not want to be married to someone in the army. After joining Facebook so that I could get a message through to this brother in law that none of us had ever met, I now have a "Friend" picture showing up for me that has people wondering how he slipped in among the rest of my counter culture cronies. It does look odd, my knowing someone whose profile shot had him in a uniform with the shaved military cut, standing in front of a flag. I thought of adding a disclaimer that he was related to me, therefore I had no control over his actions, but it might have seemed a little hostile. Now his profile picture is of him holding the baby, so I can breath easily. It's just hard to believe that my sister, who couldn't wait to shake the dust of Freehold,, NJ from her feet and live in Washington, D.C., join he CIA, and travel around the world, is now an army wife, living in a house with a deer head in her living room. When I commented on the deer head (well, commented is putting it politely, it was more like shrieked) she asked if I didn't like it, and then added that he had shot the deer himself, as though that would be a mitigating circumstance.
I sat all week, with that beautiful animal's eyes glancing sadly down on me. I know they weren't his real eyes, but still, it left me with that "Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore feeling."
I see that time's getting on, so I should get to the point of this and continue on tomorrow; I have to go drive two hours to watch Jeff appear on stage for about seven minutes out of another two hours plus, when he was a very small part in "Carmen" at his school. I used to feel that this was the price I paid for him to have the music scholarship, but since he's changed majors and now just does this for "fun" it seems like I'm being unnecessarily tortured.
Tomorrow it's playing again in the same venue, and I bought three tickets, planning on bringing my usual "date" for these events, one of Jeff's friends who, besides liking Randy likes anything that will get him out of his house. Unfortunately he got invited to a friend's house in south Jersey for the weekend, and I didn't have the heart to remind him we had tickets to the show. Since they were only ten or twelve dollars, I'll let it slide, rather than killing him for his forgetfulness. He still has some credits saved up from November or December, when we went to the Red Bull Theatre to see the opening night of their latest play. They had a reception before the show where you could meet and greet with guest artists from previous productions, Randy being one of them.
I paid a premium price for these tickets, and then ended up getting stuck in traffic and barely making the opening of the play. I sat down in my seats (acquired at the very last minute) bitching and moaning and sulking. Thirty second later, who should sit in back of me?
We actually had a nice chat about Paris and speaking French and if "Thinking" was going to be playing again.
Later, I will go on about why Michael acquired some credit in my good graces but if anyone wants to go to the show tomorrow, I seem to have at least one extra ticket.
Terri, are you out there? Are you going? Want to?
Oh well, off to Glassboro, New Jersey, God help me.