Blingless In Naptown

Over the weekend, which was extended by a Friday thanks to the winter storm, the wife and I packed up an overnight bag, our dog and headed down for a night in North Beach. My parents are on vacation and I promised them we'd stop by their house for a night, water the plants and abuse their TIVO. We sat in their recliners reading our books, looked out on the bay and their partially dismantled dock, -long story - we let the dogs have the run of the house, drank their booze, and sat in their hot tub.

The hot tub is always a big incentive for visiting Bay Front Avenue; even in the winter. We bundle up in robes plot out into the cold air with a beverage and sit in our stew for a while. Nothing like a nice relaxing soak in the hot tub. I love it! Unfortunately, my wedding band does not appear to be a big fan. This past Saturday, during our second dip in the tub, I notice that my simple band of white gold has, possible become sea sick, it definitely seemed to be turning green... actually it turned yellow.

This may not seem to be a big deal to some people, gold is, after all, yellow. I do not like yellow gold. I did not buy a yellow gold ring on purpose. I prefer white gold. I don't wear jewelery normally anyway but was willing to make an exception when it came to my wedding ring... my white gold wedding ring. When I got out of the tub it looked like something Mr. T would probably worn on his chubby little pinky.

Today I had to take it in to the jeweler and, thanks to the warranty I purchased originally, they are going to send it off to have it professionally treated because I just could get it to come clean. That was the only bump in the road on an otherwise perfect weekend.

I Love It!

Have you ever read the comic strip Off The Mark? Today I was looking at the archives on line and this comic made me laugh aloud for some reason.

Horribly Romantic Moment

I step outside into the cold night air. The snow crunches beneath my slippered feet and Tootsie pulls desperately at her leash. I glance up and see a rust colored moon swimming in its own shadows. The lunar eclipse - I'd forgotten. I pull out my cell phone and speed dial my wife. She answers from vacation land and I describe the moon to my absent lover.

A chilly winter evening, and an astronomical event. It's magical. It's cold.

God, I'm cold!

My penis is cold! Why is my penis cold?

Then I realize that as I was staring up into the heavens, with my cell phone in my right hand, and the leash and flash light in my left, my pajamas' fly was open and my man parts were vulnerable to Old Man Winter's icy breathe. I quickly ended the phone call and sheltered my goods. I looked up at the moon again and realized, sadly, that the magic moment had passed.

Lotsa Rainbows Lately...

I can recall three seperate days over the last month that I have looked up and seen a nearly perfect rainbow. Now I know that rainbows are pretty common occurence but the last three I've seen have really stuck with me.

Yesterday I dropped my wife off at the airport and as I was pulling away from the terminal I looked and saw an entire rainbow... not just one side or a little bit of the arch. I could see the entire length of this 'Hollywood Movie Ending' worthy rainbow. I expected to see two blue birds, twittering and flittering aloft, as they carry a banner in their beaks that reads 'The End'.

2 Hours and 51 Minutes...

That's how long my commute was this evening. Freezing rain, idiot drivers and a terrible rush hour combined for a hellacious drive. The only thing that saved me was the video below. I was talking to my brother on my cell phone when I guided him to the video... just hearing it over the phone made the drive less horrible. As a matter of fact any time I watch the video I can't help but smile. It's like getting a rainbow and sunshine enema from the Lollipop Guild and the Care Bears; working together in perfect harmony.

Hey Linda!

This one's a little different but just as addictive! Plus you get to pretend that you're a hungover platypus.

Chasm Guide Joe around the Chasm and restore the towns water supply.

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Side Effects!

Apparently, generic Percocet, Oxycodone, besides relieving my reoccuring kidney pain can and may sometimes cause you to wake up in the middle of the night, to worry about unpaid bills, unfinished scripts, what book you are going to read next, 'I wonder if Disney ever released The Cat From OuterSpace on DVD, in addition to spending almost three hours tossing and turning in bed, scratching yourself trying, in vain, to soothe that phantom itch that has been racing across your entire body ever since you awoke on the verge of a panic attack.

It's The End Of The World As We Know It!

Ah, cable television. You are a magnificent invention. You are a horrible curse!

Last night as my wife headed off to bed I watched Mathew Broderick save the world from Thermonuclear Global War in 'War Games';a movie I have not seen in years. 'Shall We Play A Game?' Shortly after that I was sucked into, and I hate to admit this, Mel Gibson's 'Apocalypto'. I watched the last days of the Mayan Empire, and the struggles of Jaguar Paw against tribal enemies.

Before I know it the clock reads 3:15 AM. I just sat in front of the TV for so many hours I am embarassed to say. As I climbed into bed with my wife I kept thinking of all of the things that I could have done instead of watching cable television. Maybe it would've been more productive to read a book, plan out my week's lessons, or even work on a script or two.

Damn you Comcast

Singing Shakespeare

Last night Sara performed a few songs at a lecture on Shakespeare's works converted into musical theatre. Along with a handful of other performers she sang songs from West Side Story, Boys From Syracuse, and Kiss Me Kate between informative blurbs by the guest speaker.

Let me tell you, my wife was one of the stronger performers. Several people afterwards complimented her on her voice. (It's beautiful.) Since Sara has only been in one show in Annapolis she is fairly unknown in the Naptown Theatre Scene. I heard a woman, I'm guessing she was a big-wig at Colonial Players, ask Sara's former director about her... the director explained that she was in the summer show, '...with the long blond wig.' The big-wig instantly knew who the director was talking about, "Ooh, that was her? She's wonderful. Great voice." I just sat back and smiled.

A funny little side note, the performance was at the Colonial Players, a local theatre here in Annapolis. The last performance I attended there I believe I was in high school, and the space brought back a few memories.

As I was waiting for my wife to accept the praise and adoration of the audience a guy crept up to my seat and asked me, "Excuse me, did you go to Towson University?" Turns out that this guy David (I believe) went to college with me. I don't believe we knew each other but he remembered seeing me in shows in college and knew several of my friends. He was shocked to see me at a performace in Annapolis because he'd thought I was out in LA. Now,I'd visited LA several times since graduation and know many people acting out there but I never made it past Chicago on my westward migration. The fact that this guy whom I don't really know had heard that I was acting out in LA made me laugh for some reason.

I'm Addicted!

I can't stop! I need help! I should be doing schoolwork!

Bloxorz Get the block to fall into the square hole.

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Bittersweet

adjective
1. both bitter and sweet to the taste: bittersweet chocolate.
2. both pleasant and painful or regretful: as in, 'the stone in your right kidney isn't very big at all... no the one in your left is much bigger.'/ A two hour school delay that you find out about 35 miles into you 43 mile commute.