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Once in every show
There comes a song like this
It starts out soft and low
And ends up with a kiss.
–Spamalot/The Song That Goes Like This

This weekend, Ma and I went on a road trip to Bend to see our friend Mollie rock Bend as the Lady of the Lake in Spamalot. Which she did, of course. The Lady can belt out a song looking gorgeous. You want to hate her for being so beautiful and talented but the bitch is unhateable. As the (very young and very good looking) brother of one of her cast mates pointed out, you just want to cuddle her. Without mercy. Until she screams. Maybe he didn’t mean cuddle the same way I do….

Pre-show food and drinks with the lovely Diane and Kelly. Kelly forced me to have a 3rd pint. My arm is still all twisted.

It was so good to see everyone!
Feeling lucky again…

Kickin’ it old school

Don’t step out of this house if that’s the clothes you’re gonna wear
I’ll kick you out of my home if you don’t cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, “What’s that noise?”
Aw, mom you’re just jealous it’s the Beastie Boys!
–Beastie Boys/You’ve Gotta Fight

And I’m almost actually old, so I know from old school.

I had dinner with a friend at Kowloon tonight. Old school Chinese with terrible rum drinks. Well, if rum drinks with pineapple juice can ever really be terrible. I had 2, so they must not have been too bad!

We talked. We laughed. I got a demonstration of how his convertible hard top works in the rain.

That’s all you need, yes?
Dinners with friends do not suck.

mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, #2

Everyone probably has someone they wish they could apologize to about…something. I like to think that I’ve been a pretty kind person overall, but I know I’ve had my moments of awfulness. I might be smarter than a lot of people, and funnier than a lot of people, but I’m definitely not one bit nicer than I’ve had to be.

Today, I would like to apologize for the following sin.

6th grade. A friend and I hid another girl’s jacket as a joke. We meant to give it back at the end of class, but by the end of the day we’d forgotten about it. Part of the plan was that she would make a fuss about it when she realized it was gone, and we’d laugh and give it back. She didn’t say a word, she just left quietly without it. From what our teacher said the next day, her father was angry. I’m guessing she meant physically angry. We could not apologize hard enough to get that girl un-hit.

I still feel queasy about it.