random.: April 2005 Archives
Looneyville celebrated the end of Pride Week with three nights of the theatrical production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch at a little theatre downtown. I had heard of the production before, but only vaguely knew what it was about. Turns out it was a both hilarious and saddening tale of a botched sex change operation and the search for lost love. There was all sorts of gender bending going on in the show (and the audience for that matter...) and after the week I had, the chance to slip away into this crazy and boisterous and flamboyant world was very much welcomed. The guy who played Hedwig was amazing - tall and lanky with a waist much better than my own and stage presence to match. He was funny and charismatic and really really fun to watch. The woman who played Hedwig's current husband/former drag queen (did you follow that?) had an amazing voice and looked just a little bit like Silent Bob when she was all man'ed up. The band was great and the music was catchy (which reminded me that I should resurrect my favorite soundtrack ever...) and fun. This was all followed by a glass or two of wine at a friend's house which rounded out a fantastic evening.
ok, so the boytoy had a disappointing experience at his marathon this weekend, my best friend is starting radiation tomorrow, and my other best friend just broke up with his boyfriend of six years.... is there some sort of crazy alignment of the stars out there tonight?
aside from the near puking incident yesterday, *I* have no real drama to report....
Lesson learned Friday night: An early dinner + two birth control pills at once (forgot to take one the day before) + two glasses of wine = a VERY sick girl in the morning.
I am absolutely terribly morbidly afraid of puking. Most people will say they "don't like it" or even "hate it" but this goes way beyond that. I go into full panic attack mode if I think its going to happen, which in reality is ridiculous because it never actually does happen for me. The last time I threw up was in 7th grade. And the time before that was in kindergarten. Pretty impressive if you think that I made it all the way through high school, six years of college (yeah... six) and one year of law school... I'm hoping to still be puke-free when I get my J.D. Keep in mind that throughout these past 12 years I've done many many things that would induce vomiting in someone with a weaker stomach... several years of competitive kick-your-ass swimming, a couple years of heavy drinking in college, and three seasons of Ironman. If nothing else, I have an iron tummy.
Saturday morning was the closest I've come in probably 5 or 6 years to breaking my streak. I sat on the floor in the bathroom fighting the gag reflex and trying not to completely freaked out while the boyfriend looked on, completely baffled. He just doesn't get this phobia. Fortunately, I have many neurotic friends who DO understand.
This was probably way more information than you needed, but so far, its the biggest thing that happened this weekend.... (besides turning in the hardest. paper. ever.)
