Have you even seen Ladyhawke?

Many of you probably do not remember/know from my previous blog that I went to see a performance of Swan Lake at the Kennedy Center in DC. Right before the performance, it was announced that the evening's performance would be recorded for "Great Performances" on PBS. I know what you're thinking, "How do they know it'll be a great performance?" Anyhoo, my sisters, my mom and I all went to see it. It was a very lovely and funny evening. So funny in fact, based on a friend's suggestion, I wrote a short (never seen) play abou it.

I was just watching that same performance today on PBS. It really was a great performance.

On another note, I was just reading my brother's blog again. And he is a funny guy. One of the funniest things I ever heard him say was, "Tell him that I will mail him a kick in the face." Which might have been the inspiration for an idea that the had for a court tv show.

Emotional Roller Coaster

A very cute "Caveman with a club" was emailing me, but I haven't heard from him in a day and half. I think he lost interest. I'm such a loser.

I had Tuesday off and I have today off and it's making me feel like a new girl. I'm a winner!

My friend Mesha's birthday was yesterday and I meant to send her an e-card, but I didn't. I'm such a loser. Luckily, I had already sent her a birthday card in the mail. Yay! winner! But I sent it late. Boo, loser.

Yesterday, at work, I got a bouquet of cookies from my former manager in Richmond, congratulating me on a job well done. It was so sweet, literally and figuratively. That made me feel so good. Winner!

My parents are visiting next week. Much needed family time is coming. And I bought my tickets home for Thanksgiving. Got a great deal. Woot! Winner!

I think the wins outweigh the losses. Boo, caveman, boo ... unless you email soon.

Indian Summer, my ass.

Guess what I found out today? New England gets cold.

After midnight

I've been thinking a lot about Lover from B-more. Probably because my roommate has just gone thru a very similar situation. I've been trying to console in what little way that I can. She knows what happened to me. I told her that the only thing that I could recommend was just to go ahead and cry. Just keep crying until you're tired of crying and then somehow that helps. I guess that's the point when we move on.
Oh, but I miss Lover. I really do. I had thought that I missed being "in love." I mean, it's been almost 3 months since I left and we only dated for a month and a half. How could I feel that attached to him? But he was the only man that I ever met that I was instantly attracted to. That really made me believe that we had something.

I go out walking, after midnight
Out in the moonlight
Just like we used to do
I'm always walking, after midnight
Searching for you

I walk for miles,
along the highway
Well that's just my way
Of saying I love you
I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you

I stop to see a weeping willow
Crying on his pillow
Maybe he's crying for me
And as the skies turn gloomy
The night wind whispers to me
I'm lonesome as I can be

I go out walking, after midnight
Out in the starlight
Just hoping you may be
Somewhere out walking
after midnight
Searching for me

Blondes have more fun.

Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, my gosh. I am so tired. My store opened 6 days ago. I worked 9 days straight. Looking forward to my day off today, I went out last night, with the express intent of getting drunk. I didn't know that I'd be going out. Originally, I was going to get drunk at home, by myself, with a bag of Doritos. But some people came over, and they talked me into it and I went. I wore the blond wig.
It was good. Some of my co-workers didn't even recognize me. It was very funny. On the way home, I threw up in a grate on the street. I went straight to bed, except for the 2 times that I got up to throw up. Yep ... regurgitated Doritos. Not pretty.
It was nice to sleep in. I got up to brush my teeth (smell of regurgitated Doritos in my mouth ... ewww), and then I went back to bed.
Until 11:50 am, when my job called and said that my dept was swamped and I needed to come in. Booo. Very, very boo. Angry hungover droopy-eyed boo. Stay-out-of-my-way boo. Just ... just ... boooooooooooooooooooooo.
So I went in and stayed for 2 hours and then I left. I need to not think about that place for just 24 hours. I think it would help a lot.
So, to cheer myself up, I read my brother's blog. It's very funny. You should check it out here.

And I thought my feet were bad.

There are a lot of dead skunks in and around the Boston area. I am not making this up.