The last three days were jam-packed. This was despite torrential rains and tornado watches which, for the most part, I was totally oblivious to as I was being entertained by live theater, at the movies — dead theater? — or schmoozing and boozing — if you can call a glass and a half of Pinot Grigio boozing — with friends. Okay. That probably is boozing for me.
This weekend, I had my six-week hair trim. This morning I was able to put it in its first ponytail since forever. It looks like a little Chubby drink. A clubby, chubby.
We saw William Congreve’s The Way of the World. This was the live theater. Thoroughly enjoyable. I learned a new word — she-friend. I took a walk on the wild side and ate seared pink peppercorn crusted and ceviche of ahi tuna. The seared pink was delish, but ceviche is just another word for raw, and I’m still feeling a bit ick over that little blunder. Still, it trumps the sweetbreads I once ordered in a French restaurant. Um. That’s not what I thought it was.
And finally, a matinee of Mamma Mia on Sunday. I presume this was the dead? theater. Meryl Streep can do Anything. The audience was totally engaged. Laughing, shouting, clapping and — during the credits — applauding. It doesn’t get better than that. Even Mr. G, honey was l a u g h i n g, and he is one serious dude. Oh, and I learned that I dot, dot, dot. In fact, I like to dot, dot, dot…a lot. See Elen laughing.
Today, I’m writing the hawt love scene, so I leave you with this xkcd. I think I can do better.
Getting Out of Hand
Stay out of the wet.