Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Wednesday, April 06, 2005

I can't come up with a good title for this.

I love David Sedaris. I love Amy Sedaris. I got to see David read some of his material yesterday, but Amy was nowhere to be found. Prior to finding our seats in the auditorium he spoke in, my friends and I had a few beverages. (Or as Marci liked to call it, dinner.) Now, being a responsible adult, I went potty before I sat down to enjoy the literary stylings of DS. But, they are not kidding when they say you rent beer. It’s hard to laugh hysterically whilst concentrating on your overfilled bladder. The mantra in my head was “be funny faster!”. But an hour and a half flew by, and I really enjoyed the show. David Sedaris has been reading to rowdy (ok, not so much rowdy) crowds like us for years. It was heartening to see that he can screw up, too. He’d lose his place or stutter over a word and I thought, well cripes… He is a professional. I should not be so hard on myself or my friends when we mash two words together to come up with some gibberish… Like drastic and dramatic make dramastic. Or how Marci once said that her mom went on a tyrant. (Tirade and rant.) I still think that is hilarious and I am probably going to get into trouble for bringing it up. It’s worth it! I also related to his random naming of books. “Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim” had nothing to do with anything in the book. He named it after a dream his boyfriend had. A collection of short stories he compiled was named after a work of art he laid eyes upon in a museum. “Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules”. Naming my little observations is my favorite part of having a blog to write in.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Are the thoughts in my head disturbing you...?

In my mission to keep myself from becoming the world's ugliest couch potato, I have been trying to go do something after work every day. I just want to get myself to the point where I am super excited to go out anytime as opposed to being a lazy arse who preferred Netflix to a shower.. Gross...
So, I went to the World Market to buy some 50% off Easter candy for my fellow employees and on my way in, I stopped by the shoe store. As I wandered aimlessly through the aisles, blinded by a cruel sun streaming through the windows and the prices of discounted Via Spiga shoes, I made a new friend. I don't know how it happened, but suddenly we were chatting up a storm and we exchanged numbers. She even told me she thought I was smart! (That never happens.) She is from Toronto. I have a thing for Canadians, I guess. But honestly, they are so cool. It's interesting because I have been thinking how I needed to make a new friend. I think my internal thoughts shriek aloud to some being. My pastor has a tendency to preach about whatever is on my mind. My horoscope is frighteningly accurate. And when I need someone to remind me that new friends are there to be made, someone comes and taps on my shoulder.