Thursday, August 28, 2008
Actually, “Girls’ Night Out” ended up being really fun. Those of us who went out to eat had a really good time being goofy and weird together, flirting with the waiter (sorry, Mom, I didn’t leave my number with the receipt), and leaving a business card magnet with the fellas at the neighboring table. Oh, yeah. It was a good night for scoping out the guys. Well, not necessarily in the sense that there were a lot of guys worth scoping out, and we definitely focused on our food, but we were in the mood to “shop”, if you know what I mean. Maybe you don’t. Meh. Doesn’t matter. We also watched a chick flick when we got back to Mary and Andrea’s, and half the commentary was about the two very attractive actors in “Sweet Home Alabama”. Who to choose? Who to choose? And all of it was topped off with a stirring interpretive dance performance by Andrea and Beth of a song I had never heard. I can’t fully describe the dance, but it was completely riotous. I was on the floor, crying because I was laughing so hard. That’s the beauty of girls’ nights. Don’t get me wrong. We all know I love boys (when they’re not being moronic), but having a night with my gal pals when we can act completely silly and stupid with each other and laugh until it hurts is quite awesome.
I am grateful today for my musical gifts. On Sunday, I walked into sacrament meeting and there wasn’t anybody playing prelude music, and I immediately saw the bishop make a beeline straight for me. I knew right away he was going to ask me to play the piano, and that’s totally fine. I can do it, and I like it, too. (go figure) I’m glad that I can help out in that way, that I am gifted enough that people know they can ask me to do that. Not that always being asked at the last minute to accompany a musical number is the greatest feeling (believe me, it’s not, I’ve been there), but I’m grateful that I have the talent to do so. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
Quote of the Day: “We rarely think people have good sense unless they agree with us.” –Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Thursday, August 21, 2008
(for family members who read this, you'll probably
recognize that I stole these from Tom)
In other news, our house is looking really bad, what with "squatters" and Becky moving in and trying to figure out where we're going to put everything (we now have three standing lamps in our living room, which is totally laughable). But hopefully all the clutter will be clear very, very soon. (if becky is reading this, hint, hint! i love you) So far I haven't bothered anyone with playing the piano. Even our duplex neighbors have said that they "love" to hear me play. And it's become a natural part of the house. Yay!
"People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one." - Leo J. Burke
Friday, August 15, 2008
Speaking of roommates, Esther and I went to see Brian Regan perform on Wednesday night at Thanksgiving Point. My gosh, it was awesome. Buying the tickets for it was a completely spontaneous decision, but I figured that since we both love his material, Esther would definitely come. Which she did. It was totally worth it, too. There were some moments that I couldn't breathe because I was laughing so hard. The guy who opened up for him was pretty funny, too. And fortunately, the rest of the night wasn't damaged by us getting stuck in traffic for ages coming out. We totally beat the traffic getting out of the parking lots. Yay!
I've been taking some small trips to Nostalgia Land this last week, too, when I've had the time to. When I was about nine, the TV show "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman" premiered, and my brothers and I totally loved the show. Tom and I would slightly gloat at Craig when he had to go off to Encore practice on Sunday nights and we would stay home and watch it. Anyway, I found out last week that a co-worker of mine owns the first three seasons on dvd, and she offered to let me borrow them, which I was quite eager to do. I was mainly curious to find out if I'd still even like the show, fifteen years later. After watching a few episodes, I have found out that yes, I DO still like the show. It's hardly Shakespeare, but it's still really entertaining and fun, and I'm glad that I've gotten to take a small trip down memory lane and not be totally ashamed of my former (and clearly still present) tastes. "Truth, Justice, and the American Way."
"I think Superman should go on the Larry King show and announce that he would come back to life if people in all 50 states wanted him to." -Dave Barry
Monday, August 4, 2008
Now for the rest of the news that made my weekend fun. I, along with a couple of friends, went down to
Megan and I spent the entire drive down to Cedar gabbing and catching up on a bunch of stuff, considering we haven’t had a good talk in a few months, so the drive went by fairly quickly for me. The six of us met up, set up camp (we slept in tents at the KOA), then immediately headed to SUU to see Cyrano de Bergerac. Talk about cutting it close. The play began almost the instant we sat down. Good timing. And, wow! Out of the three plays we saw, Cyrano was my favorite. It was hilarious, touching, sad, exciting, etc., etc., etc.! The actor who portrayed Cyrano just owned the part, and it was awesome! I spent a good portion of the play crying, and fortunately I wasn’t the only one who did.
After Cyrano, our group headed over to the Wal-Mart so Megan, Jenny, and Mashell could pick up the latest “Twilight” book, since it came out that night. It was funny to see how excited they got about it, and we were thinking of reading it out loud with each other once we got back to our tents (megan was especially excited to do voices) because we were all just being silly. That didn’t exactly work out, considering we didn’t get back to the site until close to one, and we would have all been giggling and laughing and making too much noise for the other people around us.
On Saturday, we spent quite some time being silly in the souvenir shops and taking pictures with Mr. Shakespeare, but we went to Fiddler on the Roof in the afternoon, which was very excellent. Once again, I cried. (big shock) The musical numbers were just fun (when they were supposed to be, that is) and I really enjoyed the production. We watched the green show, which was sufficiently entertaining, before going to Othello. No crying in that one. It’s not really the kind of play to evoke a lot of sympathy from me because I feel like Othello doesn’t behave like a person you should feel sorry for, not after he becomes crazy-obsessive-scary man. But I still maintain that Iago is one of the smartest villains ever written.
After Othello came the drive back to
Quote of the day: “The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he is really very good—in spite of all the people who say he is very good.” –Robert Graves
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow!