Happy Fuckin New Year

A Year in Review
9:22 AM, 31 December 2004:
New Year's Blizzard, Mammoth Lakes, CA


Midnight, 1 January 2005:
The Alleged Fiance


12:30 PM, 1 January 2005:
Bishop, CA


12:54 PM, 19 February 2005:
Infidelity


12:55 PM, 19 February 2005:
Retaliation


1:28 AM, 20 February 2005:
Sleeping Beauty


3:11 PM, 20 February 2005:
Bil's Gates


9:05 AM, 18 March 2005:
Friend Nate's Backyard in New Hampshire


2:44 PM, 5 April 2005:
Finding the Perfect Wedding Locale


6:15 PM, 15 May 2005:
Monica & Brent's Whale


June was the month from HELL -- no pictures have survived.

5:04 PM, 2 July 2005:
Live 8 Philly; note the guy in the cowboy hat rockin' for poverty.


1:37 PM, 12 July 2005:
Shadows on a Sidewalk, leaving Boston and Bil


9:49 PM, 21 July 2005:
Saints? No! Sinners!


2:18 PM, 16 August 2005:
Complete Transformation to Bridezilla Successful. Thanks to Kimberly for risking body and soul to capture this first-hand.


8:34 PM, 21 August 2005:
???


6:31 PM, 22 August 2005:
I Think it Might Be Illegal to Take Pictures While Driving....


5:27 PM, 1 September 2005:
How to Transport a Fish 1000+ Miles in a Car


10:01 AM, 14 October 2005:
Cats are Fascinated by the Strangest Things


29 October 2005:
I Think Something Happened On This Day....


9:03 PM, 30 October 2005:
Mr. Toad Told Me Some Righteous Gossip About Joan Rivers


? November 2005:
Drunk In Mexico mmmmm......


2:49 PM, 8 December 2005:
Californian Cat Doesn't Know What to Think of Chicago Snow


9:41 PM, 24 December 2005:
No Snow Anymore, but We Do Have Our Own X-mas Tree...


8:07 PM, 25 December 2005:
Christmas Dinner on New Fine China (Made in Japan)


2:26 AM, 1 January 2006:
"Bil," a fictional character not related to anyone to whom I might be married, blows chunks all over the last train on the Brown Line for the night, in front of a fictional family of four. He had pizza, earlier, apparently. We wander the streets of Chicago with a barfy scarf, desperately searching for an ATM and a cabbie with no sense of smell. Mysteriously, no pictures remain of that tragic night...

That is all.

pants problems

I hate winter. I hate how many pairs of pants I have to wear to stay warm in winter. pants suck. I'm having a temper tantrum about my pants. All of them. The waist-lines don't match up, I have long johns up to my boobs and jeans at my hips and this very strange area in between that feels squished and out of place. I think I ate too much. Damn you, Quizno's, and damn you, winter, and damn these pants!!@! Bloody 12 degrees outside and 6:00pm. Sigh. I am so uncomfortable right now... grrrr.

that is all.

And I thought that Boston was cold....

So, it's about 15 degrees here. And tomorrow's high is 16.... and no, I'm not using the metric system. It's fucking cold! And it's only December. We've got snow on the ground, so I guess that it will indeed be a white Christmas here for us. We got our Xmas tree last night (well, it was dark, but it was only at like 4pm... uurrrrgh!) and already the madness has begun... Pepe the cat is crazy with mad-cat-lust over a few select glass ornaments that are just above his reach... I found a couple rogue ornaments on the floor this morning (thankfully not glass...).
And in other news, I'm stage managing a production of Seascape by Edward Albee through February. It's easy, part-time stuff, but every little bit helps. I haven't SM'ed since college and I was really worried that I'd totally fuck it up -- it always seemed such a daunting task at UCR, but thus far, I've been alright. And they were all pleasantly surprised when I sent out rehearsal reports... It's a small company, but good people.
Also, I face a dilemma, pondering readers, should I go back to Stagedoor Manor this year? They asked, and I really don't know. The money would probably be better -- I heard rumors of a built-in raise to returning peeps, and I know theatre slows down in the summer here in the Chicago area, but I don't know if I want to do summerstock again this summer... It would mean leaving Bil and the cats for 3 months, or conversely, wrangling him a job there and finding someone to care for the cats for the summer.... And summer is the one season that I like being outdoors and playing a bit -- not possible while working 14-16 hour days.... Maybe I'm talking myself out of this.....
Ah, fuck it.... Weigh in, please, readers.... I need advice.

That is all.