...to find a smile

Q: What's creepier than creepy?
A: Walking in to an empty house with a record thwap thwap thwaping at the end of itself.

Q: What noise do I miss the most when I take a vacation?
A: The chap chap chap slap thwack thwack crack crack of a cheesesteak being made, at any given deli or pizza shop, on any given corner, at any given hour of the day.

In a strange twist of fate, I had the house to myself tonight.

I could take it for, like, a minute. 

I thought I would enjoy it more than I did.  Last weekend was a trip to West Philly and Central PA and Delco and the weekend before that was a trip to Baltimore and I felt really overwhelmed with being near people all day every day for a couple weeks in a row.

I cleaned the living room (yay!!)

But then the voices started (boo!!) so I quick checked on Facebook to see what the people were doing tonight and it turned out that there was an Improv show right up the street from the house so I put on some underpants and headed out.

And it was good.

One of the performing teams has two of my old classmates and one of the girls I auditioned with on it so I really wanted to see them.  Another is coached by my coach.  For both the big team and my duo.  Oh yeah, did I tell you?  I'm part of a duo now too.  All the cool kids across the americas are doing it now, thanks to Duofest.

Mine and Gwen's started as this huge idea to get some awesome women improv lady types together and start something good, (enter the Betty White episode of Saturday Night Live and GAH!!! why do all the famous people have to bite off our ideas?) but do you know how hard it is to get the girlios together?  Impossible.  So a friend and I went on our ownsies and are working on putting something fun together, Duofest be damned.  There are at least one hundred billion submissions so we probably won't be picked, but we figure that lots of the twofers will disband if they aren't picked and we will rise and conquer. 

If you can't be the best, just be persistant.

And back to the point.  Pick it up at "Another is coached by my coach" and continue with "so I wanted to see what they were doing and what he had to say about it all" and it all turned out to be a really awesome show and some of my peopleses was there, which is a plus.  One of the things I like about improv is you can't really go somewhere improvy and not know anyone. 

I think that this is what they mean by "community".

So, yeah, so one of my rules is to never stay at home if it's giving you the willies.  Another is never leave the house without beltloops.  Unless you are wearing a dress.   One more rule is never look like you are wearing your pajamas out of the house. 
So I buy dresses for pajamas.  So I can go out in my jammers and be the best dressed lady no matter where I go.

Not that I went to this show in my pjs, but I went to this show in my pjs.

Also? I may or may not have brought a water bottle (one-quarter) full of whiskey. 

To share.

If you really want to be a lady about things
1) wear your clothes to bed, if only to wear your bedclothes in public and look good doing it
2) get a funnel so you can pour your booze in a plastic bottle for travel.  It's less obvious than a flask.

Show was amazing, shared the whiskey, walked home with some friends because ALL the coolkids are moving to my neighborhood now that it's an official hotspot so I'm never without an escort, and had a giant bowl of honeynuts.  Cheerios, that is.  We just call them honeynuts here, but it's my understanding that there are lots of honey and nut flavored cereals these days.

I like to mix sweet cereals with regular cereals.  I can't take the intensity of honeynuts so I half them with regular Cheerios.  Kix, Cheerios, and corn flakes make most sugarcereals bearable.

OMGood!  Have you ever had honeybunches (of Oats.  we do this with a lot of cereals, the nicknaming)?  So amazing. 

Btw, before I forget, I gave myself a really nice pedicure tonight thanks to the Lush footcare box o'samples that they are selling for $20 these days.  My dogs were barkin so I gave them a bone.  Nothing says "hello, normal" like rubbing at your feet for a half hour when you are all by yourself and wondering where the remote is so you can change away from Zack and Cody and the rest of them damned Disneteers and find something appropriate to watch because sitting alone with your fingers between your toes and watching pre-pubescent boys is not only slightly arousing, but it is also wildly disturbing.  Just kidding.  About the disturbing part.
Kidding!  I don't like Zack and Cody.  I'm not into blondes.

Speaking of, I stopped dyeing my hair and I'm back to normal for the first time in a decade.  I also got a haircut today.  The hairwash girl told me that she is thinking of dyeing her hair the same color blonde as me.  The haircut lady told me that I have gorgeous red hair and she wishes she had this color.  The hairpay lady asked me when I went brunette.  See?  This is why I dye my hair.  Because my head is all Sybil-y and confusing.  What color is it now?  I don't know.  One sees what one wishes to see.

So then, improv, hair, oh yeah!  Cereal!  I like to get a bowl and fill it up with both cereal and milk.  So the milk is so up to the top that it would slosh if I tried to move the bowl.  And then I eat the cereal and fill the milk up with cereal again and eat it and fill and eat and fill and eat until the milk is all gone.  Then I like to lay down with my full belly and tell my cat about my day.

Or blog.

Same difference.

Hello kittens!

I love Paul McCartney's McCartney album.  I've listened to it at least ten times this evening.  And I'll probably keep listening to it until the house isn't mine and mine alone anymore.

Or until I fall asleep.