I don't have tremendously much to update y'all on. Under these circumstances, faithful readers know to expect the listo.
I didn't start the new job today; we are still in rate negotiations. All parties agree that my life would be better if I was just a consultant for them until they actually get a signed letter of intent from the client. I proposed that they pay me hourly with no benefits (I just paid to reinstate my Accenture benefits via COBRA, so I'm good for 18 months if necessary). This way, I can make my own hours, work from home, take days/weeks off whenever I want, yadda; and they still get the deliverable document they need from me in a timely fashion. Everyone is happy.
Health update: Feeling good, but still sleepy. My back aches by the end of the day, but I'm not complaining at all.
Jeremy found a few packs of pictures from when we lived in Arizona. They are hiiie-larious, especially of the ones when my brother came out to visit. Maybe I'll scan a few.
Got called back for Bat Boy at City Theater. Very cool. I listened to the music today, and I can sing it no sweat.
Went to see my first Blue Rocks game of the season Friday night with Jerm and Alisa. The best part about the game was how the Blue Rocks' sound guy taunted the visiting team with totally loser songs when they'd bat; e.g., Air Supply's "I'm All Out of Love"; that dog-calling "Lovin' You" (Minnie Riperton), "I'm Gonna Miss You" (Milli Vanilli), "I Think We're Alone Now" (the Tiffany version), some Barney song (that was particularly emasculating), and "Lost in Your Eyes" plus "Shake Your Love" by Debbie Gibson. Completely humiliating. Evil, evil, evil. LOVED IT. While there, I bought a celery hat.
Rehearsals for The Wall are going really well; I'm very excited about the show. Buzz is big.
Next week, I'm participating in City Theater's 10-Minute Play Festival. I'm in two shows: one on Tuesday night and one on Wednesday night. They have live entertainment before each night's shows, and Trainor asked me to share his set with him and sing some stuff-- that's Thursday night. Wheee!
My cell phone is freaking out, sending duplicate messages all over the place. Sorry if you're the recipient of such. (Incoming messages are fine.)
I won a bet-- a dinner at The Continental, for psychically knowing that Matt-o-blatt does not have a hairy backside.
I got lazy and bought Trader Joe's salsa instead of making it myself. Ya know, it seems like their batches vary from tub to tub. This particular tub is so heavy on the garlic that I don't want to eat it for fear of being a biohazard. The previous tub, however, was juuuuust riiiiight.
I got a totally rockin' Cosmos mug in the mail today from Rob. How did he buy such a thing in the gift shoppe without me seeing? Fewer things bring me more joy than random, unexpected goofball gifts in the mail. I love mail!
I wish I was a teacher full-time. All of my summers would be free and goofy like this one has been so far. Why aren't music teachers paid what IT losers are?!? Argh!
Very happy talking to The Ninja a few times this weekend.
Sad to have missed Matt-o-blatt's birthday festivies in NYC.
Had an absolutely mind-blowing experience today getting headshots taken. 30 minutes and 15 photos turned into two-plus hours and 150 shots.
Knappuccino's is this weekend, and I'm trying out a folk show for this month. Curious as to what the turnout will be; hoping it'll rizzock.
No new update from Steve Weatherman: Iowa Boy... bummer!
I feel like I'm forgetting to tell y'all something totally monumental, but I'm drawing a blizzank. Hate that.
------------ : Get your phatasses to Delaware on August 13-14 to see an exceptional one-weekend only live performance of Pink Floyd's The Wall, done in its entirety. Multimedia, tall things, crashing things, blowing up things, all executed by people who know what they're doing.
It will be pleasantly loud. It is accurate, it is musically satisfying, and there will be drinky-drinky.
I promise, it will feel good pretend you're 16, misunderstood and pissed off again. So, put on your best rocker scowl and raise your punching devil-horn fists and come see it.
I'm one of the backup singers. It rules. Very proud of it.
For more info (directions, yadda3), visit the WDL website, as that's the venue.
Fortune Teller Miracle Fish today tells me that I am: In Love. Hmmm. :-)