Yes, yes, I know it's been months since my last post. I'm not a machine, dammit! After all, I've just finished with one of the toughest quarters I've had thus far. Well, not really, but it sounds good. In any case, one more down and two more to go.
So much to catch up on...Debs and I are off to Germany this coming Monday to visit sister JA and her family, and to do a lot of running around, including a jaunt to Austria (tickets to "La Boheme" at the Vienna Opera on the 22th). I'm looking very much forward to it, as I haven't been east of f'kk'n Salt Lake City in two decades. A crying shame for someone who likes traveling as much as I do (to be fair, I have been further north and south in recent years than I ever had been before--again, it just feels good to bitch.
Tonight was a fun one...Deb and Sam and I went to see "The Shaggs: Philosophy of the World," a brilliant stage musical based on one of the most misunderstood rock bands of all time. Excellent across the board, with amazing performances from everyone. Gobs of goodness. In case you have no idea what I'm talking about, that's okay, there are only a few of us truly cool people who are or have been aware of the Shaggs (to assist the truly deeply uncool, I refer you to the website at the bottom of this page).
I myself read about them allll the way back in 1980 and was intrigued enough to purchase the record, which has haunted me ever since (along with my marriage, my bankruptcy, and four years of the US Air Force) as one of my life's more questionable moves. No matter--- I remain unrelentingly cool. Need I say more? I think not.
Now on to less cool (or shall we say "more uncool") things...Last week Bridgette did her Tigerette thing in the annual Montrose Xmas parade. It was a pleasant night, until over two and a half hours later the damn thing still wasn't over and we still hadn't seen Bridgette and her troop. Eventually they showed up: the very last thing in the parade, save for the boozed-up bearded bum they dressed up like Santa Clause. And they ask me why I hate parades!
Just noticed a nasty rash on my wrist. What the hell is this then? Could there be a connection between my having just publicly expressed my severe distaste for parades and this hellish itch? O, how Thou mockst me, Lord!