Monday, October 31, 2005

Happy Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!!!!

Had a great time with Maaron and the Rozes- note to self: you can no longer walk in 5 inch heels- stop trying. Mary and Aaron have a cute new house and it was nice to sleep in on Sunday- big props to that extra hour. The sacred fools Gorey Stories show was fun and the best costumes we saw were a couple wearing a tux and an evening gown, who each had one giant bloodshot eyeball for a head. Quite excellent.

So, as today is the big H day, I hope that whatever it is you have to do, you do it spookily. I am going to get a very scary x-ray, write a horrifying annual appeal letter, work on a horrifying budget, and see my Evil Chiropractor. And yes, I am wearing my Halloween socks throughout it all. Mwahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Friday, October 21, 2005


The most amazing thing happened. My best friend from when I was 8 years old, and living in Pekin, IL, found me online from her home in Ireland. Andrea and I sure tore that town up. My mother had a penchent for purchasing matching outfits for my older sister and I. Of course, my older sister and I did not really want to wear matching outfits, but it was really cool if my best friend and I did, especially at the roller rink. And yes, the roller rink was called, "The Chink Rink" after our highschool mascot, "The Pekin Chink." Most of you know this story.

So anyway, Andy and I loved our matching hot pink pedal pushers and striped tank tops. We loved Michael Jackson. We loved laughing like maniacs. And apparently, as evidenced by the photo below, we loved to dress up like Zombies. Andrea just sent me this, and it is freaking fantastic.

How is it that I have no recollection of this? It is astounding to me how many memories have slipped away, though new ones bubble up all the time. Although we lost contact for so long, we both ended up wanderering theatre girls. And stayed silly. Next weekend I dress up like Wednesday Addams, complete with a headless doll I just made a costume for. Some things never change.

Tickled I am, I tell ya.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

A rock and a hard place

Hi everyone. Miss Berry, I miss you, too! Let's see- it has been a rough two weeks. I have been working many 14 hour days and stressing about some gnarly work situations and their possible remedies. Sam is also embroiled in a gnarly work situation, even worse than mine, I think.

Yet somehow, I got myself clear enough to relax this weekend. Sam is off racing his motorcycle around a track and so I am solo. Yesterday I woke up and actually felt somehow like myself, and I hadn't really felt that way for awhile. I took a nice walk and noticed all of the charming things about this little city- if only I had more time to enjoy them. Then I went out with the Editor for a well deserved drinking session and we had a damn nice time. And I got a tiny bit of writing done.

Our trip a couple weekends ago to Cambria was pretty nice- good food, good massage, much sleep even though the bed was hard as nails. Hearst Castle was a rip-off. It's a tremendous place but they break it down into five sepearate tours to see it all and each tour costs $20 and includes interminable stories about each of the features of the place. But, damn, that's a nice view up there...

Halloween approaches and that makes me happy. I wonder how many more seasons will pass for us in this semi-idyllic backwater. Did you know the phrase in the title of this blog originally comes from the Odyssey? When Odyseuss had to travel between Scylla and Charybidis? That's what this next few weeks or months may be like, in many ways. Trying to find the strength to pass through alive.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

These are the things I want for the weekend:

My loving, precious husband.
Cambria by motorcycle.
Swedish massage.
Copious local wines with dinner.
Cheesecake with muscat glaze for desert.
Blissful forest views.
magical bauble purchasing.
Hearst Castle, finally.
Staring at the sea for at least one hour.
My delicious new Allende novel.

Notice this does not include such popular favorites as:

Psycho Development Directors.
Their weird teenage daughters who hang around all the fucking time.
Power outages mid-performance.
Quibbling co-workers.
Uncontrollable weeping by myself and those I love.
Intimidating business luncheons.
Radio interviews with blowhard hosts.
Ceaseless nightmares about work.
All other earthly cares.

That last item is not actually something I have been experiencing alot of lately, but I just don't like hippies.

See you Monday.

Unless we run away forever.

That sounds pretty damn good, have to say...