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broqued and foxycoxy and see On My Parents' One Hundredth Wedding Anniversary which stars our friend who is an "articulate torrent in a tutu", according to one reviewer, and I couldn't agree more. The play was imperfect but powerful, and the staging was brilliant. I forget that I love being in tiny spaces for a performance. This theater was about 12 feet by 36 feet in size, with 18 chairs on each side and the action taking place in the middle, so you are right there IN IT. (This is an unfortunate setup if the play is bad, but luckily it was not.) I like it when I'm so close that actors' spit gets on me. It was the eve of our Articulate Tutu-ed friend's birthday, we all piled into Coxy's car and went to Nonak's in Andersonville, which I've never been to, in all my years of living near and visiting the neighborhood. Its an actor's sports bar, or a sports bar with actors, or I'm not really sure. It was kinda strange and their definition of top shelf whiskey was pretty hilarious.
Saturday morning we slept in until 9 am and upon waking there was a text frommintwaster: Stanley's at 10? We'll be there with the baby. We said yes with lots of exclamation points then put on clothes and got ready to ride our bikes because it was sunny and not too bad. But within minutes it was cloudy and cool and we rode anyway, it wasn't too bad, a brisk wake-up. We ate, we chatted with MW/CP clan, then the bike ride home was a bit grueling. Damp, cold, threatening to rain, dripping on us some, eventually holding off before it got too bad, but we made it home with nothing damaged, just some pink skin. Later in the afternoon I caught a late matinee of Iron Man (it was for a writing job! for real! best summer part-time job ever!!), then I went to a performance space/cafe in Evanston to see dommeyourass's taiko class perform, along with several other groups. It was great to see her in action, and I'm sure most of you can imagine what a drumming performance in L.L. Bean-filled Evanston might be like, and it wasn't as bad as I thought, the space itself seemed to be a hybrid of community folks. But there were definitely all the straight-from-central-casting characters you would imagine, including guy with a one silver feather earring and a leather pentacle belt pouch and another gentlemen I dubbed "the Crystal Gayle of Dreadmocks". Seriously, his blond knotted mess hit the backs of his knees. I was kinda of being asshole loud about it when he walked by, but then I thought, whatever, he looks in the mirror everyday, he knows what he looks like and obviously is okay with it, even if I am not. I spent the whole evening talking and laughing with DYA and Joe Butch, who made for a good audience who egged on my crazy brain. Afterwards we drove all the way down to 44th and Ashland to see Luna Blues Machine perform at the TL benefit. I tried to get Y to do a push-up contest with me. Ok, I didn't try very hard because I want to train more, not because I need to beat her but I want to lose respectably. Maybe for next year's benefit we'll do it for the audience and have people place bets to raise money for the theater. Coco likes gambling, I bet we can make this happen.
Sunday morning was the first meal I'd eaten in my kitchen in three days, I made asparagus and goat cheese eggs with bacon and we watched more Torchwood, which we've just started recently. I am enjoying the show, but I am not in love yet. Perhaps because they are still getting started in establishing ongoing plotlines? Or will it remain a monster-of-the-week show forever? Wait, never mind, don't tell me. We'll just keep going through the season. Though I might want to pause and watch the last season of The 4400. Anyway, afterwards I picked up an igo car and picked upbroqued and we made a run for the border -- the Wisconsin one -- and hit the giant sprawl of outlet malls. It was a sunny and warm and good company and I found glorious shoes for the summer and a couple shirts. I was only slightly panicked about money spent afterwards, which is good. I'm still coming to terms with getting quality shoes that are nice to my feet and last a long time. i.e. not Payless (though they are an excellent place for shoes that fit certain demographics, I'm not hating). But I think I did good, with the help of my Shoe Consultant. I came home and ate steak and corn tortillas and mashed beans with cumin and epazote, and I confess my menu tastes were directly influenced by driving the whole way home down Kedzie behind a car with two giant Mexican flags out the side in honor of Cinco de Mayo.
I've been nervous about my knee all weekend, its been a bit swollen and occasionally making strange scary noises, but no pain. I think I just over-did it on weightlifting on Friday, so that bike ride was the only activity I did. Today I think I'll just bike to the gym, do upper body weights, then bike home, maybe take a detour or two. Its sunny out, I should get back on the horse, I should got outside and be active and not mope and enjoy the nice weather and the fact that I have managed to construct this life of part-time leisure where I can still pay my bills and maybe sometimes do good work, a life with amazing people who love and accept me in all these different ways. I'm having a bit of guilt lately but I'm trying to turn it around into gratitude at reaching a place on my time line, where good fortune, luck, and my own hard and soft work has aligned to give me this schedule, this life. Enjoy it, bastard. What's the use of going through all the effort of constructing it if you're just going to be paralyzed by guilt when you have it? Ok, for real now, I'm putting on pants and getting on my bike.
broqued and foxycoxy and see On My Parents' One Hundredth Wedding Anniversary which stars our friend who is an "articulate torrent in a tutu", according to one reviewer, and I couldn't agree more. The play was imperfect but powerful, and the staging was brilliant. I forget that I love being in tiny spaces for a performance. This theater was about 12 feet by 36 feet in size, with 18 chairs on each side and the action taking place in the middle, so you are right there IN IT. (This is an unfortunate setup if the play is bad, but luckily it was not.) I like it when I'm so close that actors' spit gets on me. It was the eve of our Articulate Tutu-ed friend's birthday, we all piled into Coxy's car and went to Nonak's in Andersonville, which I've never been to, in all my years of living near and visiting the neighborhood. Its an actor's sports bar, or a sports bar with actors, or I'm not really sure. It was kinda strange and their definition of top shelf whiskey was pretty hilarious. Saturday morning we slept in until 9 am and upon waking there was a text from
mintwaster: Stanley's at 10? We'll be there with the baby. We said yes with lots of exclamation points then put on clothes and got ready to ride our bikes because it was sunny and not too bad. But within minutes it was cloudy and cool and we rode anyway, it wasn't too bad, a brisk wake-up. We ate, we chatted with MW/CP clan, then the bike ride home was a bit grueling. Damp, cold, threatening to rain, dripping on us some, eventually holding off before it got too bad, but we made it home with nothing damaged, just some pink skin. Later in the afternoon I caught a late matinee of Iron Man (it was for a writing job! for real! best summer part-time job ever!!), then I went to a performance space/cafe in Evanston to see dommeyourass's taiko class perform, along with several other groups. It was great to see her in action, and I'm sure most of you can imagine what a drumming performance in L.L. Bean-filled Evanston might be like, and it wasn't as bad as I thought, the space itself seemed to be a hybrid of community folks. But there were definitely all the straight-from-central-casting characters you would imagine, including guy with a one silver feather earring and a leather pentacle belt pouch and another gentlemen I dubbed "the Crystal Gayle of Dreadmocks". Seriously, his blond knotted mess hit the backs of his knees. I was kinda of being asshole loud about it when he walked by, but then I thought, whatever, he looks in the mirror everyday, he knows what he looks like and obviously is okay with it, even if I am not. I spent the whole evening talking and laughing with DYA and Joe Butch, who made for a good audience who egged on my crazy brain. Afterwards we drove all the way down to 44th and Ashland to see Luna Blues Machine perform at the TL benefit. I tried to get Y to do a push-up contest with me. Ok, I didn't try very hard because I want to train more, not because I need to beat her but I want to lose respectably. Maybe for next year's benefit we'll do it for the audience and have people place bets to raise money for the theater. Coco likes gambling, I bet we can make this happen.Sunday morning was the first meal I'd eaten in my kitchen in three days, I made asparagus and goat cheese eggs with bacon and we watched more Torchwood, which we've just started recently. I am enjoying the show, but I am not in love yet. Perhaps because they are still getting started in establishing ongoing plotlines? Or will it remain a monster-of-the-week show forever? Wait, never mind, don't tell me. We'll just keep going through the season. Though I might want to pause and watch the last season of The 4400. Anyway, afterwards I picked up an igo car and picked up
broqued and we made a run for the border -- the Wisconsin one -- and hit the giant sprawl of outlet malls. It was a sunny and warm and good company and I found glorious shoes for the summer and a couple shirts. I was only slightly panicked about money spent afterwards, which is good. I'm still coming to terms with getting quality shoes that are nice to my feet and last a long time. i.e. not Payless (though they are an excellent place for shoes that fit certain demographics, I'm not hating). But I think I did good, with the help of my Shoe Consultant. I came home and ate steak and corn tortillas and mashed beans with cumin and epazote, and I confess my menu tastes were directly influenced by driving the whole way home down Kedzie behind a car with two giant Mexican flags out the side in honor of Cinco de Mayo.I've been nervous about my knee all weekend, its been a bit swollen and occasionally making strange scary noises, but no pain. I think I just over-did it on weightlifting on Friday, so that bike ride was the only activity I did. Today I think I'll just bike to the gym, do upper body weights, then bike home, maybe take a detour or two. Its sunny out, I should get back on the horse, I should got outside and be active and not mope and enjoy the nice weather and the fact that I have managed to construct this life of part-time leisure where I can still pay my bills and maybe sometimes do good work, a life with amazing people who love and accept me in all these different ways. I'm having a bit of guilt lately but I'm trying to turn it around into gratitude at reaching a place on my time line, where good fortune, luck, and my own hard and soft work has aligned to give me this schedule, this life. Enjoy it, bastard. What's the use of going through all the effort of constructing it if you're just going to be paralyzed by guilt when you have it? Ok, for real now, I'm putting on pants and getting on my bike.
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Date: 2008-05-05 04:45 pm (UTC)**shudders**
Why I avoid 99% of pagan events.
On the knee.. is it making... hrm... um 'crunchy' noises, like stuff is moving around under the kneecap?
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Date: 2008-05-05 04:49 pm (UTC)omg...
Date: 2008-05-05 05:49 pm (UTC)as for your knee...that was seriously the most disturbing thing i've ever heard.
memories of that play...sleeping in...food...laughter...tv...friends...and more...damn. it was such a fantastic weekend. xoxo
Dr. Keet's Rx:
Date: 2008-05-05 08:53 pm (UTC)sounds like you had a wonderful weekend. :)
Re: Dr. Keet's Rx:
Date: 2008-05-05 09:45 pm (UTC)i hope my knee is better for sunday too. also, i bought new running shoes a couple weeks ago at fleet feet in lincoln square and i got put on their mailing list. they often have weekly community jogs, where a group runs together through a neighborhood in chicago -- its part hidden tour, part exercising! usually the runs are 4-5 miles, but they say its an easy pace with stops too. i'd like to try one sometime when i'm healed up, i'll let you know in case you want to come along.
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Date: 2008-05-05 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-06 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-06 11:01 am (UTC)If this becomes a recurring issue I would suggest, if you have health insurance/insurance that covers such things, seeing a doctor. I have a knee that makes similar noises and it is the cartiledge that has broken down 'floating' under my kneecap. Now knee problems run in my family and my 10 years of ballet did nothing good for my knee...so I'm not suggesting you have the same issue, but it is something to look out for.
I also take glucosamine daily, and that seems to help.
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Date: 2008-05-07 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-07 12:27 am (UTC)