|Having a weekend, just like a normal person...
||[Oct. 10th, 2011|04:56 pm]
So, yes, like a normal person, spent the weekend attending the rehearsal and then wedding of dear friends. |
It was a weekend off – yet not, since my schedule was not my own and while not in “costume” per se, still, dressing up, looking nice, and being social…yeah, no, definitely not a weekend off.
Here is one thing I learned this weekend: My knees are officially too old to do the Time Warp and then get in a car and not really move them for 2 ½ hours. Today, there is not enough naproxen in the world.
On Saturday night, I slept for 9 hours. One side of my face stayed wrinkled for most of the day; that’s how hard I slept. So THAT’S what getting adequate sleep feels like. Followed that up with my usual 3:30am anxiety attack last night. Wouldn’t want to get USED to feeling rested, after all. Tonight all bets are off.
Found myself leaning my chin on the back of a very, very old, theatre seat during the rehearsal and totally got the heebie jeebies about the mounds of human detritus right there under my face. Yet, just two days before, I was posing with a mummified fox corpse we found on our service day project. Like my food tastes, my gross-outs are hard to track and not very consistent.
This may actually be the first season ever where I'm a little tristesse about the Maryland season being over. Because I took TWO weekends off, plus an inadvertent 1 1/2 due to weather? Because I feel completely ripped off in terms of nice weather and want some do-overs? This will be the first time that my key reason for being relieved that the season is over will be so that I can relclaim the house from its current depths of sty-ness, as opposed to just being DRAINED by being surrounded by so many people with so many...needs, drama, whatever. That could be just the limited exposure, or it could be that my "yeah, I don't really care, so quit yer whining or I will begin the dishing out of tough love" flag was flying. Hard to say.
Nothing to do with the weekend, beyond having excess time to cruise the webs:
I’ve often suspected that when I taste cilantro and it tastes icky, that I’m not tasting the same thing that someone who likes it is tasting. Apparently, I might be right: http://bodyodd.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2011/10/05/8171303-your-cilantro-love-or-hate-may-be-genetic
Of course, now I'm horrified that I might be missing some taste component. If only I was missing the taste component that makes eggs taste like eggs, so that people will stop making fun of me.