“Oh, no, did she trip?
Nooo, she’s running.
I thought she tripped but she’s running.
Wait, she stopped running..
SHE DID TRIP.
YOU TRIPPED!!!”
- Ellen DeGeneres

You know me.  I don’t do anything small.

So we’re walking into the Rave theatres on Saturday night.  Bryan is sick, but is managing to drag his infected carcass to the movies because I desperately needed to be a married couple on a Saturday night.  I am so excited to be out in public.

You know, where people can see me.

And all the world’s a stage.

I don’t know when I stopped checking in with reality, on that long walk in, but somewhere along the way I was in my own little world.  And I wasn’t paying attention to things like, you know, where I was putting my feet.

And as it turns out, there is a curb outside of Rave theatres. 

Sarah went down, in a blaze of glory.

And not even, like, stumbled.  No.  Like, on her hands and knees and scraping up skin and making people gasp and cops thinking they were going to have to call a lawyer.  I was a klutz extraordinaire.

Bryan, being in a medicine-induced fog, did what he could to assist me to the ground, but there was little anyone could’ve done to stop me from completely wiping out in front of the Rave theatres.

Sure enough, people came over under the guise of concern, but I knew it was really to verify if I was a) blind and b) mentally deficient.  When neither option rang true, they all went on their way. 

My left knee has not been right since then.  Today, it is swollen and hurts.  I had planned to Body Jam it this afternoon, but now I wonder if that would do more harm than good.  Which sucks, because the honeymoon dining has definitely taken its toll on my waistline.

But yes.. let it never be said that Sarah is graceful.

“I know a man who gave up smoking, drinking, sex, and rich food.
He was healthy right up to the day he killed himself.”
- Johnny Carson

It feels like a Monday.

I had a completely lazy weekend.  I have decided that I love not being in a show.  Especially when I have found other ways of exploring my creative sides that aren’t so incredibly time consuming.  This is the life.

Bryan is still under the weather.  I feel bad for him.  I guess I lucked out and the cold didn’t like me; I was over it in a matter of days.  He’s been suffering from it for almost a week now.  I think we are single-handedly keeping Sudafed and Benadryl in business.  And he’s tired of being sick, so he keeps trying to be better.. but, God love him, he’s just not.

We made it out of the house to see “Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning” on Saturday.  I caught a special on Bravo earlier in the day that listed the scariest moments in movies, so I was craving a horror/slasher flick.  This movie delivered.  It starred the imitable R. Lee Ermey, who makes the most dynamic villain.  It also contained some very clever dialogue and fantastic gore. 

I think that Bryan would have grounds for divorce if he ever counted up the number of slasher movies I’ve made him sit through.  I thought about that on Saturday.  I know not everyone can enjoy those movies the way I do.  While other people sit there and twitch and become nauseated, I ponder what sound effect the gaffer uses to successfully portray someone’s face being peeled from their skull.  Would you skin a chicken?  Or would you just push some jello through a mold?  Either way, while scary movies are a source of entertainment and fascination for me, I am lucky enough that Bryan can put his brain on hold for about 1.5 hours when I force him to.

Soon, Saw III comes out.  Now THAT has me excited.

And I finally put Hostel on our Netflix.  I had actually been avoiding it, because Quentin Tarantino is the one director who can creep me out, but the movie earned the #1 scariest moment.  So I HAVE to see it now.

We also watched Sin City this weekend, which I loved.  I know it got horrible reviews and people walked out because of the violence (pshaw, I say to them.. this was NOTHING), but I thought it was a fan-friggin-tastic movie.  Any movie that uses the line “my warrior woman” more than TWICE is amazing, in my book.

I also spent a portion of this weekend up at the Civic Center, polishing some Wings Awards stuff.  I have to say, in all humility, that I have never had the pleasure of working with Mr. Z in such close quarters before, but the man is talented as all-get-out.  Wait, I take that back.  We actually did The Civil War together some odd years ago, but we were never on stage at the same time.  Either way, he is so good at what he does.  I always feel a bit more talented after having worked with him, as if some of his genious rubs off.  I know that I’m usually quick to bitch and moan about arts in this town, so I wanted to share the good where I found it.

And that, folks, is your Monday post.