These last few days have been quite eventful! Pony galloped into town for a day or two, and our entire crew had the opportunity to get together and go out on Tuesday night. Pixie, Spider Monkey, Pony and another lovely redhead. So much has changed in the last few years, and yet I could still detect some similarities between us. Pony lives far away, with her baby girl, her husband, and her property, and she is soon to be married. We reminisced our summer days a few years ago, causing each other laughter and embarrassment as we retold a few of our tales to Dr. Franckenstein. Dinner at the Turf Supper Club (though I ate beforehand, I just canít be bothered to pay for food I have to cook myself), a few drinks (I need to cut down on the girly drinks, too much sugar gives me a headache), and a few laughs.
Itís always nice to catch up with people with whom you shared a moment in life. Some moments. Itís interesting to watch how your friends grow and change, how they continue along certain predictable lines, or surprise you with growth spurts and life changes. But then, itís interesting for me to watch even those who are not my friends. I would monitor and analyze everyone, if I had the time and the psychological background for accuracy. For now, itís just a fun little hobby.
Other things! Last night the collectorís group of MOPA came over. A crowd of eccentric people, all in attendance for a tour of the artistís studio (the artist being My very talented s). M.s. went above and beyond, as is to be expected of my love, and he dazzled the crowd with fancy snacks and an informative slideshow. He took them through his process, from taking his pictures with an 80-year-old view camera, to developing them using the latest technologies. Never assume that just because he is lower on the power totem pole than myself, that I ainít proud of my man. I am VERY proud.
So, on the transition front Ė transition is coming along quite nicely. I have been given an opportunity to continue writing, and it looks as though it just might be a living. Once I break into markets around the country, it looks as though it just might be a very good living. Onward and upward! I purchased a snazzy little digital dictator the other day. M.s. and I have been having fun with it so far, but I have this great idea: Throughout my days, as I encounter people, I will begin speaking into my dictator about whomever I am interacting with, right in front of them! For example, yesterday at Trader Joeís, the cute chick behind the register asked me how my day was going. In future instances, I would pull out the dictator as I was telling her, ďFine, howís yours?Ē and then before she has a chance to answer, I would begin dictating, ď12:30 p.m., woman with short, multi-colored hair asks me how my day is goingÖ I reply, Ďfine, howís yours,í and eagerly await a response.Ē
I would do this for the look on her face. I love to throw people for a loop, and a dictator is just the tool to help me! People are uncomfortable with others documenting their behavior. Trust me, I speak from experience. Iíve been documenting those around me since I was old enough to bear the weight of a pen. Good times ahead, my dears. Today Iím heading down to the Reader to drop off a certain tape for my next feature (Iíll let you know when itís going to run as soon as I find outÖ as of now, itís finished and turned in, give or take some typos I want to get at). Tomorrow, I have the honor of hanging with my neurotic sister as we watch my niece and nephew, and then I have dinner with a very old (we went to elementary school together) friend. After that, Iím hitting up a new club. I feel like getting into the scene again. Stay tuned, and have a beautiful day! Don't worry, I'll keep you updated. I just can't help myself.