i'm a little too tired (having done 35 hours straight) to type up a proper entry, so here are a few snippets from my life - the edited version of an IM chat with a friend. i'll tell you entire stories later, but for now, all i can give you is the Cliff Notes version. :)me: hello!
he: so how ya been?
me: pretty okay.
me: late night last night... worked a show.
he: ah how'd that go?
me: surprisingly well.
me: sold out show (Alicia Keyes), and no seating problems.
me: very good audience, and a ton of ushers, so we had more than enough coverage.
me: three cleanups (including Spaghetti Girl), but that was it.
he: Spaghetti Girl?
me: her nickname - that was what she chucked.
he: oh heh heh
me: the nice part was, that story had a great ending.
me: got it cleaned up, got Spaghetti Girl moved, so the woman in front of her stopped freaking out.
me: and then i was trying to reseat the couple next to SG.
me: as i'm explaining to them that i can give them jump seats down front - closer to the stage but not as good sight lines - the couple standing next to us jumps in.
me: they said 'well, we're just going to stand thru the whole show (read: drink beer, which you can't do at your seat), so why don't you take our seats?
me: their seats were center section, 20 rows from the stage.
me: shit like that never happens. sort of restores your faith in the human race.
he: or in fate
me: made me feel pretty good.
he: that's good. love those moments
me: yeah; we all went out for a beer afterwards for the obligatory bitch session, and i got to tell that story, so everyone was happy.
me: brb - kettle is boiling.
me: i have this bad habit of setting the kettle to boil, and then getting on the computer and forgetting, so i set a timer.
he: you're a wise one
me: fear of burning the house down.
me: 'did i leave the gas on? no! i'm a fucking squirrel!'
me: heh... Eddie Izzard quote.
me: sorry - i tend to channel Eddie.
me: he's talking about that look that squirrels sometimes get, when they pause nibbling on a nut, as if to say... 'did i leave the gas on?'
me: there's some ad on TV these days where one of they guys says he wants to banish the sound of dial up modems forever.
me: and the first time i heard that, i went 'yeah!'
me: someone was actually using a dial up in the office the other day, and i walked around to find out where the noise was coming from.
he: then what did u do?
me: looked very puzzled. we have a T1 line.
me: someone was testing dialup on a laptop.
he: ah heh
me: i procrasinated a lot, so i have a ton of shit to get done today.
me: (bruised my knee the other day, and just whacked it on the desk)
me: oh yeah. i a fit of overwhelming grace, i missed the last step on the stairs, and sprawled on my face in front of everyone.
me: in my defense, the place was dark, and the bottom step was the only one painted black.
me: quinn had sent me upstairs to check on something (because he's too indolent to do it himself), so *everyone* was watching for me to come back down.
me: no one had warned me i was supposed to be the entertainment for the evening.
he: it's funny but not very nice
me: eh. it wasn't that bad, and makes for a good story.
me: my knees are usually bruised anyway, as i regularly whack into the metal strut under my desk at work.
me: you'd think i'd catch on after a few years...
he: sounds like me.
he: I have a tendency to do the same thing to hurt myself over and over.
me: maybe Pavlov didn't have it quite right.
me: eh. i should probably get started on my projects.
he: possibly a good idea.
me: (do you sense a little reluctance?)
me: so much to do, so few hours...
he: tell me about it
me: don't think i need to.