Alright. Promised you a post. Mmm. Well..
First and foremost, I got a new toy. DUDE, LEMME BE ALL POCKET-PROTECTORY FOR A MINUTE AND GUSH ABOUT HOW COOL THIS FRACKIN’ THING IS! Seriously, it’s addicting. It’s made the long and torturous tech week go by so much faster, to sit and play with this gadget. Yes, I got the white one. Yes, Bryan did too. No, we have not yet coordinated our phone to read eachother’s GPS location at any given time. Yes, that FREAKS ME OUT.
That same day of the fateful purchase (cue: angel choir), we got the dreaded day care phone call. Our child was projectile vomiting. With green gunk coming out of his eyes. And, oh, yes, he might be channeling Satan. (“Well, is his head spinning around? Cause that’s my threshold of things that will make me leave the Apple store willingly.”) Bryan toted him to the doctor the next day, where I met and did the appointment. Pink eye? Not likely, but we got some topical ointment anyway. The next day, the truth revealed itself (although Bryan and I both knew it earlier and were afeard to mention it): EAR INFECTION. So we hastily got an antibiotic and the child is now happy and bouncy again.
Guess who is sick now? Oh, that would be EVERYONE ELSE IN THE HOUSE.
It’s like the plague around here. If the “Bring Out Yer Dead” guy came around, we’d probably contribute. And, of course, we open a show tomorrow night.
(Odd story: I was chatting with one of my friends who now resides in NYC last night [on my flippin’ cool iPhone!] and I was venting about how much I hate Rent. I said, “The music is fine, but the plot is too whiny. Just pay the damn rent. This whole ‘fighting the establishment’ crap pisses my work ass off.”
His response: “Well, enjoy your house and your marriage and your child, but the rest of us are going to keep fighting.”
My response: “Oops, needed onstage. Walking in the wings now. Talk to you later.”
Because THAT’S why I hate Rent. Do theatre. Love it. Live it. But pay the damn rent!)
That was entirely too long for parantheicals, and for that, I apologize.
I have demanded that Bryan and I take a vacation over Labor Day. We have not decided where, but we are definitely open to suggestion. All I know is that I need to breathe new air for at least two days, and possibly inhale some good food while I’m at it. So, let’s say that we’re wanting to stay within the three hour drive window.. where would you suggest we go?