“Between two evils, I always pick the one
I never tried before.”
- Mae West
Last night was oddly normal. It made me very antsy.
I cooked dinner, which we ate together. At home. At our kitchen table.
Then we watched some tv.
Finding nothing we wanted to see, we decided to take a long walk to Sonic for some ice cream.
Then we came home.
Watched the end of “The Dog Whisperer”.
And then we went to bed.
I remember living like that, but last night, it was impossible to shake the feeling that I was late for something. Or missing something. Or being lazy for not doing something productive. I could’ve been memorizing lines, I could’ve been cleaning house, I could’ve been doing laundry.. or pilates.. or something else.. but I did a whole lot of nothing.
A girl could get used to it.
On a lighter note, Bryan and I have finally learned how to deal with our new neighbors. When we moved in, Bryan bought an electric drill that has a work light on the front of it (which is truly ingenious, if you think about it). So, whenever our neighbors start to get loud, we open the shades in the bedroom (but leave the blinds closed), turn off all the lights, and he drills while maniacally laughing and I scream bloody murder. I can only imagine what horrid shadows that work light casts when your imagination starts working. Turns out we haven’t heard from them since we started this little experiment.
I’m excited to get back into the theatre. I think the mood has shifted, and everyone will have a great time. I heard Mr. Will-Freakin-Cooper on the radio this morning, and that made me laugh and miss him. I have been so lucky to work with such a talented youngin’. He has a kindness that I’ve not seen before, and it’s now something I strive to personify. And he’s damn funny, which is always nice.
So last night’s “The Dog Whisperer” had the most retarded couple I’ve ever seen. They owned two great danes, and the problem was (get ready).. they couldn’t get them off the bed. “We try, and try, and try,” the surgically enhanced, blonde italian wife would whine. “But we just can’t make them get off.” So Ceasar.. being, you know, a NORMAL person.. walked into the bedroom, grabbed them by the collars, and pulled them off. “OH!” she exclaimed, as if her 25 watt light bulb had gone off, “Is that all we have to do?” Again, I have to say it.. some people should not be permitted to breed or own lower life forms. And we established something last night:
(Ceasar is explaining how the pack leader should only have to give direction if done correctly, and no physical contact should be necessary if the tone of voice is correct.)
Me: You know, I am TOTALLY the pack leader here.
Bryan: Nuh-uh, you..
Me: (snapping fingers) Shut up and finish eating your Fruity Pebbles.
Bryan: … okay.