This is my boss. Dusty says "hi."
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
I have a feeling that this
will be the only snow Montgomery sees all winter. It's around 70 right now and it's dark out. 88% humidity... yuck. So cherish your snow, my friends, cherish it.
will be the only snow Montgomery sees all winter. It's around 70 right now and it's dark out. 88% humidity... yuck. So cherish your snow, my friends, cherish it.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Baby's First Hair Cut
I cut my own hair today. Yes, I cut my own hair today. I'd been dying for a hair cut for a while because it's been getting in the way, and cleaning paint and texture out of my hair every night was not fun. Being sick and tired of it, I decided today was the day, that it must be done before Thanksgiving. Not thinking that I'd cut my hair, I go out, as normal. But because no salon would take me with such short notice, and no respectible walk in would allow me through the door wearing my work clothes, I decided to go to the local Cut By Us for an $12 hair cut... which is exactly what I got... if that. She boufonted my hair. No, I will not show you that picture, the world will never see that one. I had even brought in a picture, and anyone who knows me knows that I like things a certain way when it comes to hair (and shoes). She didn't even look at the picture, she just started cutting. Not even asking me what I wanted, she just talked away so I couldn't get a word in edgewise. She put so much product in it you would have thought I was the cause for the global warming. I wanted to cry when I put my glasses on and saw what she had done. It's length hadn't been touched, which is what I wanted gone. She had flipped it and sprayed the daylights out of it. I was mad, but before I could object she shuffled me to the front where another lady rang me up. All I could do was grit my teeth and smile as I signed over $12 of my hard earned cash. I rushed to the car, cursing under my breath, and quickly searching for my work bandana. The blank bandana did not hide the fact that my hair was now about a foot and a half in diameter around my head, but it did help me feel slightly better about it.
By the time I'd gotten home (all of 3 minutes)I'd decided that I was going to do this myself. I knew what I wanted, and if I really messed up, I could always find someone who'd fix it. But I was not going to walk around any longer than necessary with what was currently holding my hair hostage. Besides Mom cut her own hair sometimes, and she always got what she wanted (the new due makes me look more like Mom, I've realized).
Running in, I grab my scissors and a comb and take to the shower. After Rinse and repeat 5 times, I decided that if it didn't look good by now, or at least normal, I'd cut it (I was still a little apprehensive about cutting it myself... due to past experiences. Anyone else remember where those bangs went?). When I got out of the shower, semi-dried my hair and looked in the mirror I was so mad that it was the same length that I took a handful at the back and hacked it off. That was a beautiful beginning. After that, I just went from there and cut off whatever I wanted. At the end, I got a little crazy and cut it a bit shorter on the sides than what I'd thought about. But I'm reallly happy with the overall product. My bangs aren't in my way (but are still there), I don't have to do much with it, just let it dry, and it's off my neck (which is still a little weird).
I was so happy that I'd done it myself I had to share it with everyone that though they'd seen me take off to search out a cut, I had to do it myself... despite the $12.
That's what really burns me: I have never cut anyone else's hair before, let alone my own (bangs disaster when I was 7 doesn't count). She's a professional and been doing it for years. Who should have gotten it right the first time? Grrr... It's only high dollar salons for me from now on... like Che Rano.
Monday, November 21, 2005
What I can remember of this past week
Hecktic, as usual. Here's the lineup of the last few days I can actually remember...
Sunday: Civil War Reinactment.
Quite fun, but quite loud for my onset of headaches. Had to rest after all that fun.
Monday: Sick. I had the day off, but because I had a massive migrane I really couldn't do much of anything. Loud noises, bright lights, not for me. I'm just glad I wasn't at work with all the power tools. I did get some cleaning done between doses of migrane medication that knocked me out for hours at a time.
Tuesday: Back to work. Migrane is lessened to a mild headache, so I can handle work, but not necessarily all the saws, so I stayed working on stage for Christmas Carol touch ups and last minute stuff (like windows)... So for the morning, I did all the windows I could reach without having to get in the genii. The afternoon I spent working on props for OHenry.
Go out shopping with a friend.
Wednesday: All better and somewhat refreshed. The afternoon we're kicked off stage again, and work on more furniture props for OHenry.
Thursday: Things are getting interesting. I'm all better, enough so that I spend all morning in the new Genii lift. Thursday nights are the nights a group of us get together and have dinner at my apartment while whatching CSI... all those cool props would be fun to make. Tonight, there aren't many people since we open C. Carol on Sunday, and everyone's trying to stay late and get stuff done. So we have breakfast for dinner. Eggs, pancakes, bagels, bacon, good stuff. Since there are so few of us, and we're all tired from work, we decide to spend time in the hot tub at the apartment. Very, very nice. After that, at around 10:30 pm, I've gotta go back to work until about 3:30 am (nice overtime). I finish the windows (the people rejoice) by spending most of the night singing to myself in the genii to calm my nerves. It seems to work well. When I got back, I think I got some sleep...
Friday: with about 4 hours of rest under my belt I get up and go to work at 9 am. No more Genii work, but we're on to OHenry only, which is nice. I was told we might finish early, like 3 pm at the latest, which is why I came in earlier than what I wanted to. At around 2:30, after I kept looking up at the clock, I was given the assignment of going to the OHenry stage and filling in all the 1/4" and 1/8" cracks inbetween all the wood floor planks that line the floor... of which there are literally thousands of feet of to do. So I'm given a small brush and a bucket of paint. With a look of shock and distain I go in and start trying to put paint in the cracks. I have to get all sides of the cracks, which is virtually impossible. Luckily, the lack of sleep had improved my mental creativity (the small amount of left brain attributes I might have had leave me with the slightest lack of sleep, so one can only imagine how my mind was working at this time.) causing me to think up a crazy scheme. "What if I had a hypodemic or something? Because it's just like pumping paint into wood veins!" So I ask a Prop Tart if they have anything like that... they give me an eye-dropper (reasonably safer in my hands than any needle). It works like a charm! Dusty comes in to help me (BTW: Dusty is my boss), and is armed with paintbrushes, which she quickly throws down when she sees what a genius I am with the eyedropper. She runs and gets puff-paint holders (holds more paint, but has the same size spout), and those are even better. But then we're kicked out of that space at around 4, so we only get part of the floor done. I'll happily do more of it if I can use the puff-paint stuff rather than the brush. It was rather fun, zen like. So around 4:30, we got everything cleaned up and left (30 min earlier than normal... ugh). I didn't go home and sleep. Of course not, that would be too logical, and one must remember that at this point, I'm not thinking logically. I go home and get ready to go swing dancing. I knew the instructor, Mark, that teaches swing dance lessons... in Auburn (an hour away). It's every Friday, and I hadn't gone yet, but had made plans to do so earlier in the week. And had invited a couple of friends to go with me, Chris and Emily, so I couldn't back down. When I walked through the door, I had a few minutes to spare, and so called for directions. I was promptly asked if I wanted to join the swing dancers to the 9:30 showing of Harry Potter, since it'd just came out. Of course I did, but I also knew a little secret about Saturday, and I had guests to consider. So I called my friends, which, of course, where at their respected places already in their showers. So I get a hold of Emily, who says yes they'd love to, but to make sure it'd be alright with Chris, since he was driving. I wait and wait, and decide I can wait no longer, so I hop in the shower. Right as my hair is getting wet, my phone rings (they were in my pants, so they were in the bathroom.). I turn off the water, almost fall out of the tub and answer my phone after covering myself in a towel... because that made sense to me that I should not be undressed while on the phone. It's Chris and he says he'd love to see Harry Potter. I quickly hang up and call Mark. "Hi, we'd love to go. There's me and two others, so three tickets total. We'll pay you back when we get there. Thank you so much. I'll call you back for the directions, I've got to finish this shower. Ta-ta." I think were my exact words... no break. I finish, get out of the shower and get dressed. I'm still putting on my socks when Chris comes to pick me up. I grab a handful of make-up (it's not every day I wear it, and it's nice to look nice every once and a while). So I sit and put on make-up while waiting on Emily to get in the car. Yeah! Everyone's there and we get on the road, after stopping at the ATM... I realize, I haven't gotten directions yet. I call and get them, really easy, actually. We get there right on time, before Mark, the instructor, even. Oh my! It was so much fun! They broke us up into advanced and basic, and you could decide where you fit. So Emily, who had been swing dancing for a while, went into the advanced class, while Chris and I went to the basic lesson and learned the East Coast Swing, which Mark was teaching. It was sooo much fun! After an hour of lessons, we combined and everyone danced with everyone. It was a lot of fun, because everyone got to dance. Warning to all those taking a dance class:
Dancing with the instructor can cause major leg pains and dizziness from going so fast. Easy to follow, but hard to keep your eyes on them. We got so caught up in dancing, we almost forgot about the movie. Chris, Emily, Mark and I ran out and went to the movie theatre. Got there in time for Emily and I to go get popcorn since we'd not eaten anything yet for dinner. Go see it, it's Harry Potter, but it's not the book. It was a good movie, enjoyable... and sad. Everyone's happy, it's been a good night. I give up the navigation seat to Emily so that I can sleep. She's just happy she doesn't have work in the morning... I couldn't bring myself to tell her my secret. My secret is this: Since I'm Assistant Scenic Charge, I go in whenever my boss does, weither or not the other painters do. And Dusty was going in Saturday morning to work on the floor Emily had so diligently worked on the past few weeks. I didn't say anything and just fell asleep.
Saturday: Somehow I had made it to my bed and set the alarm for 7:45 am. Urg. Got up and went to work. Not cracks, luckily, but I had to make the floor look as though it'd been waxed, but worn down after years of wear and tear. Did that until around 12:30. I just wanted to go home, but after talking with Dusty I convinced myself that since I was up I should eat, and since I was going to eat, I shouldn't go straight to sleep, so I'd go with her to the Zoo. We ate at McDonalds and then went to the Zoo for free so we could take pictures of her Elephant Mural, which I have to say was very impressive.
I was on a fifth wind by the time we walked around there, so we took our time taking photos of other animals. By the time I got back to the apartment I was beat, but before leaving work that morning Dusty had made dinner plans with the designers of OHenry, since they had the night off and were going to see Christmas Carol. But don't fret, I did take a nap. Around 3 till about 5, because dinner was at 5:30, but we didn't leave the theatre and get to a place to eat until 6ish. We ate at the Fox and Hound, which is actually decent food for a pub (London, take notice! Pub food can be good!) But the food took a while, so we were late getting back to see C. Carol. I wanted to take pictures, since it was photocall. So I sat in the audience during the performance taking photos with my digital camera, and during the set-up photos I took it with my nice Nikon camera.
But of course, that meant I didn't get back home until around midnight...
Sunday: Missed church, but still woke up at 8 something to hear my roommate’s cat trying to get into my room to munch on my babies. The cat has gone to throwing itself against my door trying to break it down... oye. I go back to sleep until about noon, and get up talk to my parents, take a shower, and go out shopping with Chris. Don't worry, I didn't spend much money. I just went to exchange a pair of gloves, and buy a soduko book... I couldn't resist. Then, after much discussion over dinner about BLogging, Chris shows me how to set up my own account, which is this... I'm glad I have, because now you can read it if you want and not fill up your mailboxes. Well, it's night now, and I've got work, once again, in the morning. So long, and thanks for all the fish!!!
Sunday: Civil War Reinactment.
Quite fun, but quite loud for my onset of headaches. Had to rest after all that fun. Monday: Sick. I had the day off, but because I had a massive migrane I really couldn't do much of anything. Loud noises, bright lights, not for me. I'm just glad I wasn't at work with all the power tools. I did get some cleaning done between doses of migrane medication that knocked me out for hours at a time.
Tuesday: Back to work. Migrane is lessened to a mild headache, so I can handle work, but not necessarily all the saws, so I stayed working on stage for Christmas Carol touch ups and last minute stuff (like windows)... So for the morning, I did all the windows I could reach without having to get in the genii. The afternoon I spent working on props for OHenry.
Go out shopping with a friend.
Wednesday: All better and somewhat refreshed. The afternoon we're kicked off stage again, and work on more furniture props for OHenry.
Thursday: Things are getting interesting. I'm all better, enough so that I spend all morning in the new Genii lift. Thursday nights are the nights a group of us get together and have dinner at my apartment while whatching CSI... all those cool props would be fun to make. Tonight, there aren't many people since we open C. Carol on Sunday, and everyone's trying to stay late and get stuff done. So we have breakfast for dinner. Eggs, pancakes, bagels, bacon, good stuff. Since there are so few of us, and we're all tired from work, we decide to spend time in the hot tub at the apartment. Very, very nice. After that, at around 10:30 pm, I've gotta go back to work until about 3:30 am (nice overtime). I finish the windows (the people rejoice) by spending most of the night singing to myself in the genii to calm my nerves. It seems to work well. When I got back, I think I got some sleep...
Friday: with about 4 hours of rest under my belt I get up and go to work at 9 am. No more Genii work, but we're on to OHenry only, which is nice. I was told we might finish early, like 3 pm at the latest, which is why I came in earlier than what I wanted to. At around 2:30, after I kept looking up at the clock, I was given the assignment of going to the OHenry stage and filling in all the 1/4" and 1/8" cracks inbetween all the wood floor planks that line the floor... of which there are literally thousands of feet of to do. So I'm given a small brush and a bucket of paint. With a look of shock and distain I go in and start trying to put paint in the cracks. I have to get all sides of the cracks, which is virtually impossible. Luckily, the lack of sleep had improved my mental creativity (the small amount of left brain attributes I might have had leave me with the slightest lack of sleep, so one can only imagine how my mind was working at this time.) causing me to think up a crazy scheme. "What if I had a hypodemic or something? Because it's just like pumping paint into wood veins!" So I ask a Prop Tart if they have anything like that... they give me an eye-dropper (reasonably safer in my hands than any needle). It works like a charm! Dusty comes in to help me (BTW: Dusty is my boss), and is armed with paintbrushes, which she quickly throws down when she sees what a genius I am with the eyedropper. She runs and gets puff-paint holders (holds more paint, but has the same size spout), and those are even better. But then we're kicked out of that space at around 4, so we only get part of the floor done. I'll happily do more of it if I can use the puff-paint stuff rather than the brush. It was rather fun, zen like. So around 4:30, we got everything cleaned up and left (30 min earlier than normal... ugh). I didn't go home and sleep. Of course not, that would be too logical, and one must remember that at this point, I'm not thinking logically. I go home and get ready to go swing dancing. I knew the instructor, Mark, that teaches swing dance lessons... in Auburn (an hour away). It's every Friday, and I hadn't gone yet, but had made plans to do so earlier in the week. And had invited a couple of friends to go with me, Chris and Emily, so I couldn't back down. When I walked through the door, I had a few minutes to spare, and so called for directions. I was promptly asked if I wanted to join the swing dancers to the 9:30 showing of Harry Potter, since it'd just came out. Of course I did, but I also knew a little secret about Saturday, and I had guests to consider. So I called my friends, which, of course, where at their respected places already in their showers. So I get a hold of Emily, who says yes they'd love to, but to make sure it'd be alright with Chris, since he was driving. I wait and wait, and decide I can wait no longer, so I hop in the shower. Right as my hair is getting wet, my phone rings (they were in my pants, so they were in the bathroom.). I turn off the water, almost fall out of the tub and answer my phone after covering myself in a towel... because that made sense to me that I should not be undressed while on the phone. It's Chris and he says he'd love to see Harry Potter. I quickly hang up and call Mark. "Hi, we'd love to go. There's me and two others, so three tickets total. We'll pay you back when we get there. Thank you so much. I'll call you back for the directions, I've got to finish this shower. Ta-ta." I think were my exact words... no break. I finish, get out of the shower and get dressed. I'm still putting on my socks when Chris comes to pick me up. I grab a handful of make-up (it's not every day I wear it, and it's nice to look nice every once and a while). So I sit and put on make-up while waiting on Emily to get in the car. Yeah! Everyone's there and we get on the road, after stopping at the ATM... I realize, I haven't gotten directions yet. I call and get them, really easy, actually. We get there right on time, before Mark, the instructor, even. Oh my! It was so much fun! They broke us up into advanced and basic, and you could decide where you fit. So Emily, who had been swing dancing for a while, went into the advanced class, while Chris and I went to the basic lesson and learned the East Coast Swing, which Mark was teaching. It was sooo much fun! After an hour of lessons, we combined and everyone danced with everyone. It was a lot of fun, because everyone got to dance. Warning to all those taking a dance class:
Dancing with the instructor can cause major leg pains and dizziness from going so fast. Easy to follow, but hard to keep your eyes on them. We got so caught up in dancing, we almost forgot about the movie. Chris, Emily, Mark and I ran out and went to the movie theatre. Got there in time for Emily and I to go get popcorn since we'd not eaten anything yet for dinner. Go see it, it's Harry Potter, but it's not the book. It was a good movie, enjoyable... and sad. Everyone's happy, it's been a good night. I give up the navigation seat to Emily so that I can sleep. She's just happy she doesn't have work in the morning... I couldn't bring myself to tell her my secret. My secret is this: Since I'm Assistant Scenic Charge, I go in whenever my boss does, weither or not the other painters do. And Dusty was going in Saturday morning to work on the floor Emily had so diligently worked on the past few weeks. I didn't say anything and just fell asleep. Saturday: Somehow I had made it to my bed and set the alarm for 7:45 am. Urg. Got up and went to work. Not cracks, luckily, but I had to make the floor look as though it'd been waxed, but worn down after years of wear and tear. Did that until around 12:30. I just wanted to go home, but after talking with Dusty I convinced myself that since I was up I should eat, and since I was going to eat, I shouldn't go straight to sleep, so I'd go with her to the Zoo. We ate at McDonalds and then went to the Zoo for free so we could take pictures of her Elephant Mural, which I have to say was very impressive.
I was on a fifth wind by the time we walked around there, so we took our time taking photos of other animals. By the time I got back to the apartment I was beat, but before leaving work that morning Dusty had made dinner plans with the designers of OHenry, since they had the night off and were going to see Christmas Carol. But don't fret, I did take a nap. Around 3 till about 5, because dinner was at 5:30, but we didn't leave the theatre and get to a place to eat until 6ish. We ate at the Fox and Hound, which is actually decent food for a pub (London, take notice! Pub food can be good!) But the food took a while, so we were late getting back to see C. Carol. I wanted to take pictures, since it was photocall. So I sat in the audience during the performance taking photos with my digital camera, and during the set-up photos I took it with my nice Nikon camera.
But of course, that meant I didn't get back home until around midnight... Sunday: Missed church, but still woke up at 8 something to hear my roommate’s cat trying to get into my room to munch on my babies. The cat has gone to throwing itself against my door trying to break it down... oye. I go back to sleep until about noon, and get up talk to my parents, take a shower, and go out shopping with Chris. Don't worry, I didn't spend much money. I just went to exchange a pair of gloves, and buy a soduko book... I couldn't resist. Then, after much discussion over dinner about BLogging, Chris shows me how to set up my own account, which is this... I'm glad I have, because now you can read it if you want and not fill up your mailboxes. Well, it's night now, and I've got work, once again, in the morning. So long, and thanks for all the fish!!!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
National Peanut Festival
This one goes out to Tracy Aksamit, a little blast from the near past:
I had been talking to Tracy about birthday presents and I said that I was desperately looking for a CD by Josh Turner, a wonderful singer with a bass voice like molasses. Well, in my search for the CD I looked up some of his tour dates, just out of curiousity, and previous talk of people going to random concerts in surrounding cities (this is aparently a good central location for concerts). Well, it just so happened that just a few days after my birthday he would be performing in Alabama... Dothan, to be exact. Which is about 2 hours away... not a bad distance to go for a concert, problem being I don't know exactly where Dothan is... or much of anything, including inside the city limits of Montgomery. But that does not deter me. I'm determined to have a good birthday for myself even if it kills me. But I eventually wisen up and talk to one of my friends and she just happens to know who I'm talking about, which is kind of rare because he's not only country (I get the feeling not a lot of people in Dixie actually like Country Music), but because he's still an up-and-comer. I'm excited and she agrees to go with me, and convinces her boyfriend to go with her. I figure if I'm no longer going by myself I'll gather a possie together and get a move on. Other friends agree to go, Chris, Erin, and Emily, and the date is set. The 11th of November, Veterans Day, fell on Friday this year, so I was still at work hours before the concert... covered in paint. For those of you who haven't seen me paint I should probably explain something (because luckily noone has gotten pictures of it yet): Regardless of what I'm doing, the day does not go by unless I end up with paint on me somewhere. And if I'm doing a project, my hands are often stained whatever colors I'm working with that one would think I'm wearing gloves. If I do a texture, which I love to do, or aging I spatter... which means the entire right side of my body, including my back sometimes, is covered with millions of paint freckles. It's an interesting sight which promotes many comments like: "You've got a little something right there." or "That's a nasty skin disease, you should have that checked out." Which I promptly reply, "Yes, I'm alergic to paints."
Anyway, back to the concert: Because I've been spattering all day I'm covered, and refuse to go to a concert looking like something out of a B-horror flick. Get off work at 5, and on the road by 6... country music the whole way there. The concert started at 7, but luckily a band opened for them, so we only missed that. We got there for that band's last song, which was great for us.
Now I should explain that this wasn't your ordinary outdoor concert... no. This was at a festival... and not just any festival: THE NATIONAL PEANUT FESTIVAL. I didn't want to miss Josh Turner, so I just went on down and paid to get a seat, rather than stand. Chris went with me, which was nice, because I didn't want to go alone to the concert part. The rest of the gang heads up to see the rest of the festival (more like a carnival with sideshows and fair food... and peanuts, of course). It was amazing! If you ever get a chance, listen to on of Josh Turner's songs. He's got a new CD coming out early next year (January, I think), and 1 of his songs is in a movie. He was introduced by the Peanut Queen, which was funny. But Chris and I got really good seats, and I was able to take tons of pictures... untill my battery ran out. **tear** Which of course it did towards the begining, so I didn't get a close up of when I got to go up to the edge of the stage for his encore performance, or when I got his autograph afterwards. I was as giddy as a school girl, and annoyed all the others. But I had fun, and that's what counts. Since the other's had gone around already, when the concert was done they were ready to go. But Chris and I hadn't seen the rest of the place. So, we convinced them that we had to do two things, and we do them quickly. 1) Eat a funnel cake (you simply must if they are available to you) and 2) Buy some peanuts (you can't go to a peanut festival without getting peanuts... and this was the national one... though it resembled the fair at Yale). We found the peanuts, which I took home and had in the bag for a week, and when I poured them into a bowl to slowly eat them for a week or so by myself... I think I got two, maybe. But they were really, really good. But it took forever for us to find the funnel cake. We knew they'd be mad at us, so we started to just get an elephant ear, but then we saw somebody with one and I quickly asked "Where did you get that?!" We ran to the booth that was selling them, ordered, waited... and ran and ate funnel cake. We were done with it by the time we found the others, so we thought they didn't think we got it, but the powdered sugar around the mouths was a little bit of a give-away.
On the way out there was a barrel of peanuts, so each of us grabed a handful... unfortnately since I was carrying a purse, it ended up with a number of those handfuls. I'm still finding peanuts in it. The way home was a quiet and content one. I slept with a smile. I recommend seeing him, or at least listening to Josh Turner sometime, even if you don't like country music. Thank you, Tracy and Chani, for the Brooks and Dunn concert that introduced me to him. **sigh**
I had been talking to Tracy about birthday presents and I said that I was desperately looking for a CD by Josh Turner, a wonderful singer with a bass voice like molasses. Well, in my search for the CD I looked up some of his tour dates, just out of curiousity, and previous talk of people going to random concerts in surrounding cities (this is aparently a good central location for concerts). Well, it just so happened that just a few days after my birthday he would be performing in Alabama... Dothan, to be exact. Which is about 2 hours away... not a bad distance to go for a concert, problem being I don't know exactly where Dothan is... or much of anything, including inside the city limits of Montgomery. But that does not deter me. I'm determined to have a good birthday for myself even if it kills me. But I eventually wisen up and talk to one of my friends and she just happens to know who I'm talking about, which is kind of rare because he's not only country (I get the feeling not a lot of people in Dixie actually like Country Music), but because he's still an up-and-comer. I'm excited and she agrees to go with me, and convinces her boyfriend to go with her. I figure if I'm no longer going by myself I'll gather a possie together and get a move on. Other friends agree to go, Chris, Erin, and Emily, and the date is set. The 11th of November, Veterans Day, fell on Friday this year, so I was still at work hours before the concert... covered in paint. For those of you who haven't seen me paint I should probably explain something (because luckily noone has gotten pictures of it yet): Regardless of what I'm doing, the day does not go by unless I end up with paint on me somewhere. And if I'm doing a project, my hands are often stained whatever colors I'm working with that one would think I'm wearing gloves. If I do a texture, which I love to do, or aging I spatter... which means the entire right side of my body, including my back sometimes, is covered with millions of paint freckles. It's an interesting sight which promotes many comments like: "You've got a little something right there." or "That's a nasty skin disease, you should have that checked out." Which I promptly reply, "Yes, I'm alergic to paints."
Anyway, back to the concert: Because I've been spattering all day I'm covered, and refuse to go to a concert looking like something out of a B-horror flick. Get off work at 5, and on the road by 6... country music the whole way there. The concert started at 7, but luckily a band opened for them, so we only missed that. We got there for that band's last song, which was great for us.
Now I should explain that this wasn't your ordinary outdoor concert... no. This was at a festival... and not just any festival: THE NATIONAL PEANUT FESTIVAL. I didn't want to miss Josh Turner, so I just went on down and paid to get a seat, rather than stand. Chris went with me, which was nice, because I didn't want to go alone to the concert part. The rest of the gang heads up to see the rest of the festival (more like a carnival with sideshows and fair food... and peanuts, of course). It was amazing! If you ever get a chance, listen to on of Josh Turner's songs. He's got a new CD coming out early next year (January, I think), and 1 of his songs is in a movie. He was introduced by the Peanut Queen, which was funny. But Chris and I got really good seats, and I was able to take tons of pictures... untill my battery ran out. **tear** Which of course it did towards the begining, so I didn't get a close up of when I got to go up to the edge of the stage for his encore performance, or when I got his autograph afterwards. I was as giddy as a school girl, and annoyed all the others. But I had fun, and that's what counts. Since the other's had gone around already, when the concert was done they were ready to go. But Chris and I hadn't seen the rest of the place. So, we convinced them that we had to do two things, and we do them quickly. 1) Eat a funnel cake (you simply must if they are available to you) and 2) Buy some peanuts (you can't go to a peanut festival without getting peanuts... and this was the national one... though it resembled the fair at Yale). We found the peanuts, which I took home and had in the bag for a week, and when I poured them into a bowl to slowly eat them for a week or so by myself... I think I got two, maybe. But they were really, really good. But it took forever for us to find the funnel cake. We knew they'd be mad at us, so we started to just get an elephant ear, but then we saw somebody with one and I quickly asked "Where did you get that?!" We ran to the booth that was selling them, ordered, waited... and ran and ate funnel cake. We were done with it by the time we found the others, so we thought they didn't think we got it, but the powdered sugar around the mouths was a little bit of a give-away.
On the way out there was a barrel of peanuts, so each of us grabed a handful... unfortnately since I was carrying a purse, it ended up with a number of those handfuls. I'm still finding peanuts in it. The way home was a quiet and content one. I slept with a smile. I recommend seeing him, or at least listening to Josh Turner sometime, even if you don't like country music. Thank you, Tracy and Chani, for the Brooks and Dunn concert that introduced me to him. **sigh**
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Birthday Bash
Yes, I'm devolving into the past again, so this post is for November 8, my birthday:
Thank you for the gifts, cards, calls, thoughts. I appriciate them, big or small. I had a great birthday due to all of you guys. The opening picture is of the beautiful flowers, and cute teady bear, Mom and Pop sent me... with Godiva Chocolate that I'm hording away (though I did share it with the other painters). They're so beautiful and they lasted so long, they just started to wilt, so I made a batch of potpori with them. The bear stays on my bead, because it goes with both sets of sheets. Other items of interest were: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Rascal Flatts new cd, a lovely picture frame for Scorpios, bath soaps, and Battle Royale. One of the electricians made me cupcakes to share with everyone, which I did, and I got "Durged"... which is where everyone in shop sings their own renditions of birthday songs off-key and as loud as they can. I turned a bright shade of red... from laughter, I assure you.
For my birthday I had to work, which was not a big thing. I didn't really expect anyone to know it was my birthday, but my roommate reminded the carpenters, and Dusty reminded the painters. So I got a lovely card from the ASF group, which was very fun. Since it was Tuesday, the assistants got together for lunch. The Assistant TD (Will) and Shop Forman (Matt) took me out to the Blue Burrito for lunch. It was very nice and relaxing. They talked about all their birthdays. The combined age at the table was around 80.
That night, right after work (so I still had some paint on me), Dusty and Larry took me out to another mexican resturaunt, Del Radoes, which is really good. If you ever come and visit I'll take you there. They've got amazing margaritas, which is why we went. The whole paint crew joined us, and a few extras. It was a very nice birthday get together, relaxing and very chill... just what I needed after a few days of freaking out over roommate problems. Once again, thank you everyone for making my day that much brighter. I really needed it.
From Left it's: Tabitha (Stage Ops.), myself, Erin (Paints), Emily (seated is Paints), Dusty (Scenic Charge), Larry (Dusty's husband, head of Stage Ops. for Festival Stage), and Guy (Erin's husband, overhire Stage Ops.).
Fortelling the future: On the 10th, Thursday, since it was our get together night everyone had BBQ brisket but myself and Sandy (who had her birthday on the 9th) had Steaks... which were cooked just right. They were very, very good. I took a whole one, and couldn't stop eating the mashed potatoes. There were a number of birthday cakes there, and all were exceptional. Thank you everyone.
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