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Shows, Taxi Madness, Sickness, MySpace, and Kyle |
2006-04-25� �� 12:26 p.m. |
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I�m coming off a weekend that has left me exhausted.
My writing here has been scarce because I�ve had rehearsals galore for this weekend�s three shows. Working all day and then rushing off to the theater for rehearsals past 11 p.m. will really take it out of you. However, the shows were a smashing success and definitely something I am proud to be part of. After Saturday evening�s show we had a cast party where I drank too much. And then I went to an untz-untz where I drank even more. One sweetie from my choir helped me pull cash from an ATM and get into a cab. A few blocks after getting into the cab, the taxi driver asked me what I was doing. While rummaging through my purse, I said, �I�m looking for my cell phone.� I don�t know how that sounded like, �I�ve got no money and intend on stiffing you for this ride,� but he started yelling at me about how he doesn�t work for free and how I needed to get out of his taxi immediately. So along the feeder road for Lakeshore Drive, I got out of the taxi. A newspaper delivery man was nice enough to wait with me in the middle of no man�s land until another taxi came along. That taxi driver got a 33% tip for not being a jerk. Un-fucking-believable. I awoke on my couch at 12:30 to the world spinning. I made a few phone calls to friends and vegged on the couch for much of the day. My stomach went nuts after a Gatorade and a big bowl of Raisin Bran, and I hung my head into the garbage disposal side of the kitchen sink several times. Exhausted from such exertion, I slept it off. Well, on and off... Making more trips to the sink. I�m very good at being a single person. I don�t need anyone to entertain me, give my life meaning, make me like myself, or whatever other reasons people cling to relationships that aren�t worth a damn. I�ll be good god-damned before I have someone around just to have someone around. However, for a brief moment yesterday, while lying in a cold sweat on the couch, I wanted nothing more than a little sympathy. Someone to wet a washcloth and hold it to my head. Someone to go to Walgreen�s to buy a can of soup and heat it up for me. Someone to mix the powdered Gatorade for me because shaking the bottle until the crystals disappeared was making my head hurt worse. Yes, pathetic. But luckily that crap passed quickly. However, I can easily justify it by saying that I needed a mother. That�s the story I�m sticking with, at least. I awoke at 9 p.m. with just enough energy to mix some more Gatorade and go back to sleep until it was time for work Monday morning. I came into work yesterday to a good number of email messages from people saying they enjoyed my show. I�m excited to say that I had people at each show. Go friends! Everyone seemed to like it, including my friend�s boyfriend�s mom, who might have been offended by some of the more risqu� topics mentioned: dildos, lesbianism, and sex with a sheep to name a few. Now let�s not forget that this is a chorus full of gay men (and little ol� me), which might already be objectionable in some people�s eyes. If you�re one of those objecting, shame on you. Performing with this group, I�ve met some of the warmest, most caring people I�ve ever encountered. It�s not a blanket statement that all gay men are awesome or an indication that I�m a hag of any sort, but if you blatantly dismiss any group as a whole, you�re the one who�s missing out. And may no one burn a cross on your front lawn... So have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy MySpace? It�s not the getting-to-know you stuff that�s available by any means. Shoot, if you invite me to be your friend and I don�t actually know you, I don�t accept your invitation. What I enjoy about this is catching up with people I haven�t seen in ages. Loads of my high school peeps are on there, and I love seeing what they�re up to. It�s sorta like going to a reunion without anyone thinking I�m fat or some nonsense like that. Yesterday I came across someone who was one of my really good friends in high school. It�s interesting to see where life takes each of us. Come to find out, she lived in Chicago up until about a year ago. I just posted a bulletin with some information I�d like to share with you: I�m proud to announce that my darling brother, Kyle Keena, has been signed as a Cisco Wrangler! Next year he�ll be representing Cicso Junior College. His bat and strong throwing arm even landed him a scholarship! Stop by www.kylekeena.com, and leave him a congrats note in his guestbook! One step closer to the major leagues! Way to go, Kyle!
On that note, I�m outta here. I need some lunch, and there are some lil� sushis calling my name.�
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