Ladies' Holiday

In approximately 15 hours I will be on my way to spectacular Santa Fe, New Mexico. I will be traveling with my mother, her sister, her sister's best friend, and her sister's best friend's daughter. Weather.com tells us that it will be 60 degrees and mostly sunny for most of the time we are there. Which is a big step up from the cold, drizzly Kansas pseudo-spring we are currently experiencing.

I will have finally finished a draft of the script I have been putting together, off and on, for the past 8 months. I will finish the final section (section six out of eight) in the next hour, if everything goes well, and will send it on it's way to my editors tomorrow morning. That will allow me some breathing room for the trip, although I will allow it to plague me to some extent, as I will need to start memorizing and staging as soon as I return to my home turf. I will also need to begin learning my lines for As You Like It, and read for Western Civ II (a novel idea, I know). This, however, is what 15 hour car trips and Dramamine are for.

On my trip proper, I plan to take lots of long walks in uncharted territory, buy some fancy silver jewelry, drink wine and other assundry fancy beverages, nap, talk to my lady friends, read a couple of books for pleasure (Harry Potter VI, here I come!), and generally have the first relaxing vacation I've been able to partake in since August. I might even see some of the local artifacts/culture, like a good little traveler.

In the real world, the proverbial shit is about to hit the proverbial fan. I have too much to do in waaaaaay too little time. In the magical world of Spring Break, though: Life. Is. Beautiful. And all I can say is: Thank GOD.

Today (Just Like Any Other)

1. My back is extremely itchy.

2. I'm doing inventory. Supposedly. Yeah, yeah, I'm more than half done. I'll have it done before it's due. The question is: Why are all of the Basic Video light stands broken?

3. I'm listening to alternapop via the internet, and it makes me want to hit the road, for real. Thankfully I'm only hours away from what will be my last ill-advised trip to the Star of the North before graduation.

If I don't come back. . .you'll know I'm happy.

Re: Birthday

For my birthday (proper) I went to work, to lunch with another birthday girl, to class (Acting with an Accent sang "Happy Birthday." Sadly, not in a Russian accent. That would have been sweet.), to rehearsal, and then to the Bourgeois Pig.

There, the festivities commenced for real. I spent a brief period of time doing the crossword by myself, drinking a glass of Pinot Grigio, but by the end of the night I kept thinking loving thoughts about how many friends/acquaintances I have who could be counted on to come out on a Thursday night and buy me drinks. There were, in fact, more people who wanted to buy me drinks than I could effectively take up on the offer. (I did let the bartender who insists on calling me by name buy me a glass of wine, because who could say no to that.)

So. I stayed out until 3AM and got 1. a little ridiculous, 2. a lot of hugs, and 3. a birthday cake and a flower at 1:45 on a Friday morning.

Quite a few pictures were taken, but to the best of my knowledge, I am in none of them. Typically, that would be a good thing. . .but it was my birthday so I'm not going to bother with pictures that I am not in and did not take myself. Birthdays are excuse enough to be selfish and self-centered, right?

I'm a grown up now. You just think about that.

Because I Said So

It's my 22nd birthday, and as I did not get particularly drunk on my 21st birthday, I planned to get duh-runk this evening. So there. I'll let you all know how that turns out.