From another blog, in another lifetime:

Do you ever watch the dynamic of people at an audition?

Granted, I haven’t been to one recently, but I’m always very conscious of how people place themselves at an audition.  I know exactly what I do.

I walk in quietly.  I might greet the people closest to me, but on the whole, I try to say very little.  I will sit apart from everyone else.  And I won’t utter a word.

Because you learn a lot about other people by watching quietly from a corner.  I’m not saying glare; I’m not saying you should stare them down to the point where they can feel your eyes on their skin.. but pay attention.  Because if you’re quiet enough, eventually.. one of them will talk so loudly that you can’t help but overhear..

.. and then, oh, the power you hold ..

Because the ones who cry so loudly usually have reason to do so..

It’s the best high on earth.

I wanted to have something interesting to say, but unfortunately, I don’t.

Just smiling like a kid in a candy store.

I just want to tell you how fate wanted me to have a sucky weekend.  And ALMOST won.

So, Bryan and I decided to have a date on Friday night.  But, I’ve had the worst nausea for the past few days, and it had really come to a head on Friday night.  I was feeling MIGHTY poorly.  It’s so rare that we actually go out, however, and he was so psyched about it, that I sucked it up.  He kept asking me why I kept taking long, deep breaths.. it was to keep my bile down.

So we went to Ruby Tuesday’s (yes, perfect for the not-so-solid of stomachs), and I picked at a salad while he wolfed down a chicken sandwich. (He’s been very good about eating grilled, to his credit.) Then, we decided to go to a movie.. until we got there and realized there was nothing we wanted to see.  So then.. we did the most awesome thing ever.. we went bowling!  This was a LOT of fun, and he’s a pretty good bowler.  I was proud of myself, too.. I am ultra competitive, but I know I’m lousy at bowling (I’ve bowled an 11 before), but I bowled an average of 87.. not too bad!

Then we went home.  And I was S-I-I-I-I-I-I-C-K all night.  He slept.

When I finally felt comfortable enough to lay down in bed, it was 5 a.m.  Our splendiferous idea of locking out all of the animals and sleeping in (to a glorious breakfast made by Chez Comer) were dashed.  He let me sleep until noon, where we went back to my house and I slept some more.  I felt better (not 100% yet, but on the road there), when he sat across from me on the couch and threw another loop my way:

B: I’m sorry you’re so sick today.  I had plans.

S: I didn’t know about any plans..

B: No, I know.. they were gonna be a surprise.

S: What were they?

B: I thought we’d go ring shopping.

::cue all the color vanishing from Sarah’s face::

S: What?

B: Oh, shit.

S: Like.. um.. what.. uh.. what kind of rings?

B: You know.. rings.  I need to know what you’d want.

And so, then, suddenly, I wasn’t as sick.  We went to Parkway Place and visited the jewelry stores.  We spent most of our time in Kay’s Jewelers, where I was surprised about something: bigger rings look stupid on my hand.  I tried on a 3 carat ring (appraised for $16K.. WOW), and it just made me look mafia.  So a smaller ring was what I picked out.

.. wow.  I just said that.  “.. what I picked out.” 

Now it’s a whole new kind of queasy.