masthead
"What does it mean to get bagels?"
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Ah, Stephanie.  I forget that you WildeChicks haven’t been around forever, so you are (blissfully) unfamiliar with my lingo.  So I’ll tell the story here.

When I was 19, I was dating a military captain.  He was GORGEOUS.  OHMYGOODLORD, he was hot.  6′2″, 190 lbs, TONED, bald-headed.. dimples.. just an all around looker.  And, you know, he was sort of a good personality.  Kinda.

Anyway, since we started dating when he was stationed at RSA, but he was soon transferred to VA.  He would come back here regularly, and we’d always stay in the luxury Motel 6 on Madison Boulevard.  He was that kind of big spender.  Anyway, we would spend the weekend together.  In this one hotel room.  With one bathroom.

Well, one of the things that he so adored about me was my lady-like nature (I’m an actress.. shove it).  And I have this slight .. issue .. with digestion.  It’s much like IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) except the symptom is not as convenient as constipation.  Quite the opposite.  Food goes through me at a rate seen only in nuclear labs.  So those who are close to me know this, and when we are out to eat and I give them the look, all I have to say is, “We’ve gotta go home soon,” and they know to respond with “CHECK, PLEASE!”

Because I will not (WILL NOT) ruin a public restroom.  WILL NOT.

Anyway, so we were stuck together in this little rinky-dink hotel room.  And, well, you know.. nature calls.

I really did not know how to handle it, so instead, I’d just say, “You know what?  I’m gonna run out and get some bagels for breakfast.”

Then I’d tear up the lobby bathroom.  Tear. It. Up.

And of course, I’d stop at the Texaco to get some bagels (also might be biscuits, muffins, etc).

So when I say I’m gonna go get bagels..

 

.. don’t expect a pastry.

FYI - This is now a common phrase among the theatre community.  JW would always make a point of stepping into a large group of people during CC last year, right before he was to go on, and say, “Hey, guys, I’m fixing to go get some bagels.. anyone want some of my bagels?”

2:06 pm
::sigh of contentment::
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OHMYDEARLORD,THATWASTHEBESTLUNCHEVER!!

Truly.  Wow.  Mm hm.  Still lovin’ that hot sauce.

I used to be able to deal with the extra-hot, but I’ve since wimped out.  (Heartburn does that to you.  And, as Steph taught me, us single gals can’t reliably take Nexxium..) Little purple pill my ass.. nine months later, a whole NEW heartburn.

It is GORGEOUS outside.  So beautiful.  Mom came to pick me up, so I walked across campus to the visitor’s center.  Honestly, that walk was the best part of my day.

I think jailbirds are sexy.

Delle comes in on Friday morning!  I really am psyched.  And then, Saturday morning.. big doins over at Renaissance.

Tonight, I’m hoping ole Bry-Bry will take care of the front lawn.  And maybe, just maybe, we can finagle some windows open.  My house is fairly new (or, at least, newly renovated), but none of the windows open.  Bryan, bless his heart, has banged, prodded, budged, and broken every window.. and of the 11, ONE opens.  But it’s in the bedroom, so that’s all that matters.

I’m sure our neighbors LOVED that last night.  Heh.

I had a cactus rot from the inside out in my desk garden.  It was NAAASSSTY.

I love calling Bryan at school and talking to the kids there.  I miss being up there all the time, like I was during the show.  I really can’t wait for Trumbauer to roll around.. did we ever find out, Ra, what we’ll be looking at?

::sigh:: Good day.  Great day.
1:21 pm
HOORAY!
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My mother is taking me to lunch, and we are going to indulge in some Beauregard’s.  Unfortunately, this is not my normal location, but any Beauregard’s IS Beauregard’s, and that means HOT WINGS.  Mmmm.

10:21 am
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