Tenacious D is not appropriate mood music.
Particularly when the song is "Fuck Her Gently".
Becuase it is... as he pointed out.... a "sort of Schoolhouse Rock for pussy."
*snorfle*
Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Come Flames! Come Hot Winds!
NO, it's not the apocalypse.... it's just Southern California.
Flames continue to flicker all over Chatsworth and Moorpark. I have a friend whose house is in escrow, and is only a few streets south of where the fires are raging. I called to check on her yesterday and all she could say was "I don't know how to feel.... This just can't happen. It just can't"
See...she's only recently divorced and she and ex are both still living in the house. The decision to sell or not to sell was a very rough one, as both love the house and surrounding wildlife areas. They FINALLY put it on the market, and within 24 hours, had an offer. She saw this as a sign from the gods that the decision had been a good one. Now, only days before Escrow closes, the whole deal may literally go 'up in smoke'. I cannot even begin to comprehend the gamut of emotions she is going thru right now.
As I sit at this desk, 4 stories up in North Hollywood, I have a gorgeous mountain view, unblemished by smoke....
...unless I turn my head to the left a bit... and then the skyline is brown and grey. Thick and impenetrable.
Hurricanes, Tsunami, Fires… around me the world seems to crumble. Ma Nature is going to kick our collective asses and hand them back to us in a baggie….
And yet the microcosm of Los Angeles is a comfortable haven. I continue to follow the industry news. I submit my tapes to TV Shows that seem to want me (*keeping fingers crossed*) and I entertain myself with fascinating conversations, good friends and lots of dancing!
Flames continue to flicker all over Chatsworth and Moorpark. I have a friend whose house is in escrow, and is only a few streets south of where the fires are raging. I called to check on her yesterday and all she could say was "I don't know how to feel.... This just can't happen. It just can't"
See...she's only recently divorced and she and ex are both still living in the house. The decision to sell or not to sell was a very rough one, as both love the house and surrounding wildlife areas. They FINALLY put it on the market, and within 24 hours, had an offer. She saw this as a sign from the gods that the decision had been a good one. Now, only days before Escrow closes, the whole deal may literally go 'up in smoke'. I cannot even begin to comprehend the gamut of emotions she is going thru right now.
As I sit at this desk, 4 stories up in North Hollywood, I have a gorgeous mountain view, unblemished by smoke....
...unless I turn my head to the left a bit... and then the skyline is brown and grey. Thick and impenetrable.
Hurricanes, Tsunami, Fires… around me the world seems to crumble. Ma Nature is going to kick our collective asses and hand them back to us in a baggie….
And yet the microcosm of Los Angeles is a comfortable haven. I continue to follow the industry news. I submit my tapes to TV Shows that seem to want me (*keeping fingers crossed*) and I entertain myself with fascinating conversations, good friends and lots of dancing!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Come one, Come all- it's a BOOTIE call!!
BOOTIE, the first mash-up bootleg dance party in America, is coming back to LA this coming Friday, September 30th!
http://www.BootieLA.com.
Here's the skinny:
BOOTIE LA
FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 30
THE ECHO, 1822 Sunset Blvd., Echo Park
9 pm - 2 am
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with mash-up DJs:
ADRIAN & the MYSTERIOUS D - http://www.RebelDJs.com
PAUL V. - Dragstrip 66 / Indie 103.1
PARTY BEN - http://www.PartyBen.com
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http://www.BootieLA.com.
Here's the skinny:
BOOTIE LA
FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 30
THE ECHO, 1822 Sunset Blvd., Echo Park
9 pm - 2 am
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with mash-up DJs:
ADRIAN & the MYSTERIOUS D - http://www.RebelDJs.com
PAUL V. - Dragstrip 66 / Indie 103.1
PARTY BEN - http://www.PartyBen.com
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FREE Bootie mash-up CDs to the first 50 people through the door!
Friday, September 23, 2005
When words fail me
...I find myself turning to music.
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
i'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
i do what i have to do
but i have the sense
to recognize
that i don't know how to let you go
i don't know how to let you go
- Sarah McLaughlin
"Do what you have to Do"
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
i'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
i do what i have to do
but i have the sense
to recognize
that i don't know how to let you go
i don't know how to let you go
- Sarah McLaughlin
"Do what you have to Do"
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Smack down, Cosmic Style
The Universe has a very odd sense of humor....and i'm just a big cat toy in Sekhmet's eyes.
So cover me with catnip and whack away, Mom. I'm sure there's a lesson in it somewhere.
Yipes!
So cover me with catnip and whack away, Mom. I'm sure there's a lesson in it somewhere.
Yipes!
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Quotable question
HE says:
who's your date with?
SHE says:
i guess it's not really a "date" ...
SHE says:
but what do you call dinner with someone who will intentionally liquour you up to get in your panties?
HE says:
i'd call that a date
who's your date with?
SHE says:
i guess it's not really a "date" ...
SHE says:
but what do you call dinner with someone who will intentionally liquour you up to get in your panties?
HE says:
i'd call that a date
Complete 180
From yesterday's unlikely storm clouds to today's achingly bright standard Los Angeles sunshine.....
Mother Nature, I do not understand you.
Fourth floor balcony, overlooking the somewhat famous NoHo Arts District. In each direction, the eye can see traffic and construction. At the school down the street, children in matching outfits play what looks to be some form of dodge-ball. Inside, the air-conditioning whirs at tropical storm wind speeds, such that I"m reaching for a sweater in hopes of not getting sick. WHAT fresh hell is that?
Rumor has it, i may have to go to the studio lot for a big company meeting/shindig at 3pm. Wait.. let me try to contain that joy. No really.... *finds very very small box, puts joy inside* oh look... room to spare.
In other news, I remain disappointed in the performance of Jessica Simpson's line of lip gloss. It simply is NOT "deliciously kissable".
Mother Nature, I do not understand you.
Fourth floor balcony, overlooking the somewhat famous NoHo Arts District. In each direction, the eye can see traffic and construction. At the school down the street, children in matching outfits play what looks to be some form of dodge-ball. Inside, the air-conditioning whirs at tropical storm wind speeds, such that I"m reaching for a sweater in hopes of not getting sick. WHAT fresh hell is that?
Rumor has it, i may have to go to the studio lot for a big company meeting/shindig at 3pm. Wait.. let me try to contain that joy. No really.... *finds very very small box, puts joy inside* oh look... room to spare.
In other news, I remain disappointed in the performance of Jessica Simpson's line of lip gloss. It simply is NOT "deliciously kissable".
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Rumble of Thunder
Sitting in the Uni Hilton last night, talking to friends, we were all blessed with a rare sight for So Cal.... an honest to gods Thunder & Lightning storm.
Very rare for these parts. Even more so for this time of year.
Inside the lush hotel, we couldn't really enjoy the deep booming claps of thunder, but outside, back in the car, driving to my next destination, I was pleased to to be a part of the unique weather experience.
This morning, driving a little after 6am, it was glorious to watch the sun attempt his usual rising, obscured by deep gray clouds.
7:30a, I was back in bed, surrounded by kitties and plush flannel sheets, soothed by rainfall.
It was quite a way to start the day, and it breathed life into what has been a difficult couple of weeks.
Now if I were only snuggled there still, I would be divinely happy.
Very rare for these parts. Even more so for this time of year.
Inside the lush hotel, we couldn't really enjoy the deep booming claps of thunder, but outside, back in the car, driving to my next destination, I was pleased to to be a part of the unique weather experience.
This morning, driving a little after 6am, it was glorious to watch the sun attempt his usual rising, obscured by deep gray clouds.
7:30a, I was back in bed, surrounded by kitties and plush flannel sheets, soothed by rainfall.
It was quite a way to start the day, and it breathed life into what has been a difficult couple of weeks.
Now if I were only snuggled there still, I would be divinely happy.
Monday, September 19, 2005
The Black Spot! The Black Spot!
Hoist High the Jolly Roger!
Splice the Mainbrace with ye favorite wench!
And Be sure to Share yer Booty!
Or I'll be givin' ye a taste of the Cat!
For today, I am Cap'n Alena Sharkbait (sharkbait-oooh ha ha), and I'll brook no bilge-sucking lubbers today.
(Get your own pirate name here. Read the Pirate's Glossary here)
Friday, September 16, 2005
Only in LA
Out on my lunch break, walking around the block for a breather of what passes for "clean air". On this round trip, I have to pass the famous Millennium dance studio (where hip hop classes are attended by the likes of Brittany and N'Sync)
And a limo pulled up, and out jumped someone (sorry, didnt' recognize him), clearly about to attend said hip hop class.
He had his LIMO drop him off at DANCE CLASS.
spell it with me, kids....
P-R-E-T-E-N-T-I-O-U-S
And a limo pulled up, and out jumped someone (sorry, didnt' recognize him), clearly about to attend said hip hop class.
He had his LIMO drop him off at DANCE CLASS.
spell it with me, kids....
P-R-E-T-E-N-T-I-O-U-S
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Hope in a Warm Cup
"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803- 1882)
i don't know why this quote on my teabag string gives me some solace....
perhaps it is the hope that if i can just keep going another 5 damn minutes,something miraculous will happen.
I need that.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Days when you must ask "Why?"
New Orleans, Louisiana
September 1915
Death toll: 275
"This Category 4 storm caused Lake Pontchartrain to overflow its banks, killing 275 people. That scenario is one that hurricane experts don't like to ponder because if the city, surrounded on three sides by water, is hit by a major hurricane, the storm surge might inundate the city. "
ok.... so we KNEW that this could happen for 90 years now.
I study a lot of mysticism. I enjoy reading wisdom from Bhuddism and Hinduism. I read Celtic myths, as well as Greek. I read up on Haitian mysteries and what I can get my hands on about Voudon. I constantly seek out information on how others think and feel and believe. Not because i don't know how to do those things on my own. Not because i need to be pointed in a direction, or am incapable of making a decision like that on my own.... but because i find the more i read, the more i find the same truths in all the writing. as such, i have a cosmology. A belief system on how the Universe works, the existence of a creator(creatrix), and the nature of what it means to be human.
I like to believe in a Universe of abundance, and oneness. I like to believe in a generous and kindly higher power. I want to believe in the inherent goodness of it all.
But then something like Katrina happens.... and I question it all.This is one of those moments, i suppose, where you shake your fist at the sky and ask "why do bad things happen to good people?" (or some equally trite and rhetorical question)
I suppose my answer is that i shouldn't be going on CNN. But I’m so in love with that city, and I feel so helpless and there's this feeling that if i constantly check up on it, perhaps something good will happen.
Then i see a link, where i can click if i want to see video about the corpses piling up, with no ability to deal with them or, in many cases, identify them. I can't imagine wanting to watch that.
The other day in the cafe, i was sitting next to two guys who were reading the paper and chatting. One pointed out the story of the woman who placed her husband's dead body on a makeshift raft and took it with her when she began to swim for rescue.
The other guy responded with "Not to offend.... but clearly, they're stupid. They were told to get out. If they didn't, no wonder they died. Whatever. Can't save stupid people."
*picture yummyteece sitting shocked, mouth open* I'm sorry, asshole... WHAT!??!
If you read closely to that story, you will see that they were a poor family, and the man was on oxygen and too sick to move. Given the resources at their hands, they did what they thought was best. The wife was actually out of the house a short time, looking for extra food, when her husband died.
One can certainly argue that it is a "survival of the fittest" situation, but even with that, the appalling lack of respect for the fact that lives are lost is just... i don't have words to describe.
It does seem to me with the last couple of hurricane seasons, as well as the tsunami and major earthquakes, that Ma Nature is "thinning the herd" a bit here, and I understand the evolutionary need for that sort of thing.
But i look at all the death and destruction, and can't help but think.... "Is there something we are all supposed to learn from this? Is there a great global message? Is this the Earth's way of saying that 'the floggings will continue until the morale improves'??"
I don't know. I don't have answers. I can't even capture what I'm feeling. This is thinking out loud. No great "truths"..... just wonder, and confusion, and a touch of despair
September 1915
Death toll: 275
"This Category 4 storm caused Lake Pontchartrain to overflow its banks, killing 275 people. That scenario is one that hurricane experts don't like to ponder because if the city, surrounded on three sides by water, is hit by a major hurricane, the storm surge might inundate the city. "
ok.... so we KNEW that this could happen for 90 years now.
I study a lot of mysticism. I enjoy reading wisdom from Bhuddism and Hinduism. I read Celtic myths, as well as Greek. I read up on Haitian mysteries and what I can get my hands on about Voudon. I constantly seek out information on how others think and feel and believe. Not because i don't know how to do those things on my own. Not because i need to be pointed in a direction, or am incapable of making a decision like that on my own.... but because i find the more i read, the more i find the same truths in all the writing. as such, i have a cosmology. A belief system on how the Universe works, the existence of a creator(creatrix), and the nature of what it means to be human.
I like to believe in a Universe of abundance, and oneness. I like to believe in a generous and kindly higher power. I want to believe in the inherent goodness of it all.
But then something like Katrina happens.... and I question it all.This is one of those moments, i suppose, where you shake your fist at the sky and ask "why do bad things happen to good people?" (or some equally trite and rhetorical question)
I suppose my answer is that i shouldn't be going on CNN. But I’m so in love with that city, and I feel so helpless and there's this feeling that if i constantly check up on it, perhaps something good will happen.
Then i see a link, where i can click if i want to see video about the corpses piling up, with no ability to deal with them or, in many cases, identify them. I can't imagine wanting to watch that.
The other day in the cafe, i was sitting next to two guys who were reading the paper and chatting. One pointed out the story of the woman who placed her husband's dead body on a makeshift raft and took it with her when she began to swim for rescue.
The other guy responded with "Not to offend.... but clearly, they're stupid. They were told to get out. If they didn't, no wonder they died. Whatever. Can't save stupid people."
*picture yummyteece sitting shocked, mouth open* I'm sorry, asshole... WHAT!??!
If you read closely to that story, you will see that they were a poor family, and the man was on oxygen and too sick to move. Given the resources at their hands, they did what they thought was best. The wife was actually out of the house a short time, looking for extra food, when her husband died.
One can certainly argue that it is a "survival of the fittest" situation, but even with that, the appalling lack of respect for the fact that lives are lost is just... i don't have words to describe.
It does seem to me with the last couple of hurricane seasons, as well as the tsunami and major earthquakes, that Ma Nature is "thinning the herd" a bit here, and I understand the evolutionary need for that sort of thing.
But i look at all the death and destruction, and can't help but think.... "Is there something we are all supposed to learn from this? Is there a great global message? Is this the Earth's way of saying that 'the floggings will continue until the morale improves'??"
I don't know. I don't have answers. I can't even capture what I'm feeling. This is thinking out loud. No great "truths"..... just wonder, and confusion, and a touch of despair
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Disclaimer
While I enjoy a good storm, I think Katrina got far too big for her britches. A Category 1 can be a lovely breezy outing. A Cat 5 Hurricane as big as the state of FL is NOT a good thing.
New Orleans is one of my favorite towns to visit, and I place I have often thought of moving to. Additionally, I have friends in Louisiana and Mississippi, some of which I have not heard from yet. I remain concerned.
Flooding continues to worsen! Lives continue to be lost. Now is the time to focus good energies on the area, and donate to organizations (perhaps Red Cross) that are providing relief for this troubled area of the country.
There is nothing "Easy" about life in the Big Easy right now.
N'awlins.... our thoughts and prayers remain with you and yours.
New Orleans is one of my favorite towns to visit, and I place I have often thought of moving to. Additionally, I have friends in Louisiana and Mississippi, some of which I have not heard from yet. I remain concerned.
Flooding continues to worsen! Lives continue to be lost. Now is the time to focus good energies on the area, and donate to organizations (perhaps Red Cross) that are providing relief for this troubled area of the country.
There is nothing "Easy" about life in the Big Easy right now.
N'awlins.... our thoughts and prayers remain with you and yours.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Just a LITTLE jealous!! *pout*
Finally spent a little quality time with the Hollywood Hottie the other night, just in time for him to fly to Miami for the MTV Awards. He's never been to SouthBeach before, and i'm SURE he'll be loving the teeny bikinis down there.
However, he just texted me to say he's in the eye of Hurricane Katrina right now, and I'm sooooo jealous.
*sigh*
i miss hurricane season. The heavy summer downpours, the howling wind. SO Sexy.
However, he just texted me to say he's in the eye of Hurricane Katrina right now, and I'm sooooo jealous.
*sigh*
i miss hurricane season. The heavy summer downpours, the howling wind. SO Sexy.
Lava Lady- Heating up the world with Excess Energy
It's crazy! Seems the more I go, go, go..... the more energy I find to do so.
3 jobs right now, although one is about to go away, so I'm looking for a new one. I leave my house about 8am, and don't get back till midnight... IF THEN. Today is the first day in .. let's see... 2 weeks that I'll get to just GO HOME after work. I'm very excited. I have about 2 weeks of laundry to catch up on. YIPES.
This weekend, I've actually arranged to have some free time (between bouts of working at the dance studio) and you can bet your sweet butts I'll be outside in some of this glorious weather Southern Cali has been kicking up. I'm longing for a little quality time at the beach, or hiking up in the Malibu Canyons.
Next week, it's ultra busy as well --
Monday night, dance class
Tuesday night, coven meeting
Wednesday, Band Rehearsal followed by the Wednesday Night Dance Party (end o' the month!)
Thursday, dance class again
Friday, Dream School Diary has our last show of the summer season. Be sure to come check us out, as I'll be singing Lead Vox on "Last Time" again (yes, for you Danny Elfman fans, that is a cover from the "So-Lo" album)
I'll no doubt be "tramming" at Uni over the holiday weekend.
Highlights to come for September:
11th - Pagan Pride here in LA
30th- Bootie returns to Los Angeles for some off the hook tunes with the hottest San Fran DJ’s
3 jobs right now, although one is about to go away, so I'm looking for a new one. I leave my house about 8am, and don't get back till midnight... IF THEN. Today is the first day in .. let's see... 2 weeks that I'll get to just GO HOME after work. I'm very excited. I have about 2 weeks of laundry to catch up on. YIPES.
This weekend, I've actually arranged to have some free time (between bouts of working at the dance studio) and you can bet your sweet butts I'll be outside in some of this glorious weather Southern Cali has been kicking up. I'm longing for a little quality time at the beach, or hiking up in the Malibu Canyons.
Next week, it's ultra busy as well --
Monday night, dance class
Tuesday night, coven meeting
Wednesday, Band Rehearsal followed by the Wednesday Night Dance Party (end o' the month!)
Thursday, dance class again
Friday, Dream School Diary has our last show of the summer season. Be sure to come check us out, as I'll be singing Lead Vox on "Last Time" again (yes, for you Danny Elfman fans, that is a cover from the "So-Lo" album)
I'll no doubt be "tramming" at Uni over the holiday weekend.
Highlights to come for September:
11th - Pagan Pride here in LA
30th- Bootie returns to Los Angeles for some off the hook tunes with the hottest San Fran DJ’s
This Shit is Pajamas! P-A-J-A-M-A-S
Friday, Aug 12th, there was a "Pajama & Lingerie Party" at the Beverly Hills institution of Comedy, better known as the world famous Friar's Club.
It was, as they say, "Off the hook" *grin*
It was, as they say, "Off the hook" *grin*
The Fabulous Edley and his ever popular (tho sometimes disturbing) Monkey Hat! I'm sorry the Monkey is not more visible in the image. Just trust me on the fact that he's disturbing.
This is my curse you understand. Ever surrounded by sexy people. Two Uni co-workers, getting jiggy with martinis and sleepwear.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Reflection on "Ago" - 1 year past
Final Chapter (of the 4 part series, now available on audio cassett for your listening pleasure)
1 yr ago- 2004
an interesting year... coming off the high that was the explosive end of 2003
1 yr ago- 2004
an interesting year... coming off the high that was the explosive end of 2003
-Spent first 5 months of 2004 looking for work, and scrambling to pay the bills.
- Get job at Universal Studios as Tour Guide. One of the most difficult acting jobs I've had to land here in LA. Lots of auditions, even more memorization and training.
- First casualty in my 'reduce the drama' program.
- I am blessed to be able to spend a week in ATL with Sigma sister, goddess daughter and a great deal of the Georgia based LJ posse.
- Dobby joins the family! My first kitten in 8 years, Dobby reminds me daily that older cats are GOOD!
- I return to school, studying first aid and biology. Not only do I remember how to be a student, but I find that I REALLY like it.
- Got job from HELL at DCE. Little did i know at that time what a trial by fire that would be. The training ground for "just how shitty will you let your life get before you take action."
- Perform "Under the Big Top" with Golden State Theatre
- Help form my little coven, HWofPS
- Ry & I end 3 1/2 yr relationship. The ramifications of which still hit me fairly regularly.
-Conquer my fear of karaoke
-Make $1500 in 3 voice over jobs.
- Begin singing with Dream School Diary
- Apply for EATM program
The great restructuring has begun.
Time to complete soul-shift..... 3 years and counting. Enlightenment, here I come. *giggle*
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Reflection on "Ago"- 3 yrs past
The Saga continues (although this is the boring part)
3 years ago- 2002
anyone?
anyone?
i have little to no memory of 2002.
- I was unemployeed, pursuing acting and living on the money my grandmother had left when she passed.
-I had long black and blue micro braids that went to mid back. I loved those things. Shazam and I formed the dance team formerly known as "Booty & Hair Extentions"
- Spring 2002, I joined Golden State Theatre for their production of "The NEW Adventures of Alice in Wonderland". I was spectacular as the Queen of Hearts, and lucky enough to develop new friendships with strong amazing women who work with that group.
- March 29, 2002- Ry & I celebrated our 1st year anniversary. I think we were in Catalina with his parents on the actual day.
- I worked semi-regularly on "Young & Restless" as a local bad girl (glorified extra work, but my reoccurances told a story. My first scene i was being arrested. My next scene i was in jail. I was a problem customer at a local coffee house. A voyeur of a huge fire in town, and lastly picked up a gig as a waitress at the local dive bar. In my personal 'backstory', i had a parole officer with a heart of gold, hoping to reform this young tough deviant)
- I think 2002 is the year that on Dec 24th, i UNWISELY decided to go out drinking with Alaska Bear& friends for Christmas Eve. I was drinking with multiple Alaskans, all of whom were male, and seriously outweighed me... so trying to "keep up" drink for drink was a very bad plan. Especially when we were mixing Guiness and Jagermeister. I would guess i had 4 - 5 shots and 6 or 7 beers within the course of 3 hours. The projectile vomitting began shortly thereafter, and stayed with me for a couple of days. That was my last really serious bout of alcohol poisoning. Hmm... Then again, that might have been Christmas 2001. It is understandably a blurry memory!
3 years ago- 2002
anyone?
anyone?
i have little to no memory of 2002.
- I was unemployeed, pursuing acting and living on the money my grandmother had left when she passed.
-I had long black and blue micro braids that went to mid back. I loved those things. Shazam and I formed the dance team formerly known as "Booty & Hair Extentions"
- Spring 2002, I joined Golden State Theatre for their production of "The NEW Adventures of Alice in Wonderland". I was spectacular as the Queen of Hearts, and lucky enough to develop new friendships with strong amazing women who work with that group.
- March 29, 2002- Ry & I celebrated our 1st year anniversary. I think we were in Catalina with his parents on the actual day.
- I worked semi-regularly on "Young & Restless" as a local bad girl (glorified extra work, but my reoccurances told a story. My first scene i was being arrested. My next scene i was in jail. I was a problem customer at a local coffee house. A voyeur of a huge fire in town, and lastly picked up a gig as a waitress at the local dive bar. In my personal 'backstory', i had a parole officer with a heart of gold, hoping to reform this young tough deviant)
- I think 2002 is the year that on Dec 24th, i UNWISELY decided to go out drinking with Alaska Bear& friends for Christmas Eve. I was drinking with multiple Alaskans, all of whom were male, and seriously outweighed me... so trying to "keep up" drink for drink was a very bad plan. Especially when we were mixing Guiness and Jagermeister. I would guess i had 4 - 5 shots and 6 or 7 beers within the course of 3 hours. The projectile vomitting began shortly thereafter, and stayed with me for a couple of days. That was my last really serious bout of alcohol poisoning. Hmm... Then again, that might have been Christmas 2001. It is understandably a blurry memory!
Monday, August 22, 2005
Reflection on "Ago"- 5 yrs past
Part 2 in the continuing series.
5 years ago- 2000
Wow... did shit ever start to spin wildly out of control here. I was 28 for a bulk of the year, and thus DEEPLY within my Saturn Return.
- New Years, stroke of midnight, i was on the streets of New Orleans, kissing the love of my life, AlaskaBear, wrapped in a moment that was a blur of exciting life, drunken strangers, magical city and amazing fireworks.
- Jan 2 to May, quick and steady spiral downhill as Bear can't hold down a job or climb out of the bottle of Jack Daniels in which he perpetually lives. Trying to learn to speak up for myself, i mention that "we" are not working and we should either attempt to fix it, or walk away. Takes him about 3.5 seconds to say good-bye.
- Dejected and crumpled and broken in a way i have not been before or since, i jump into "THE WORK" and begin to do everything i can to process that Saturn so a moment this heartbreaking will not occur again.
- Summer 2000 and the 3 year trip that is "The Bacchae" is finally being put on celluloid. Director and Producer are at each other's throats. Additionally Alaska Bear is also working on this film, so there are moments of "we need to talk" and moments of not talking at all. Moments of drunken confessions, moments of heated passion (read: hot post break up sex). Drama is everywhere. Sometimes I feel empowered, as one of the women on set that others look up to. Most of the time, I find myself slipping around a corner to weep, because Bear is flirting with everyone except me
- July 29- Dreamschool turns "29 on the 29th". It's a randy party weekend for me as well. My predatory need for vengance rises to the surface, and the "Haitian Boat" is born
- Nov 2000- I get my first cell phone. LOL.. it helps me manage the "Boat Boys". *evil grin* God bless technology.
5 years ago- 2000
Wow... did shit ever start to spin wildly out of control here. I was 28 for a bulk of the year, and thus DEEPLY within my Saturn Return.
- New Years, stroke of midnight, i was on the streets of New Orleans, kissing the love of my life, AlaskaBear, wrapped in a moment that was a blur of exciting life, drunken strangers, magical city and amazing fireworks.
- Jan 2 to May, quick and steady spiral downhill as Bear can't hold down a job or climb out of the bottle of Jack Daniels in which he perpetually lives. Trying to learn to speak up for myself, i mention that "we" are not working and we should either attempt to fix it, or walk away. Takes him about 3.5 seconds to say good-bye.
- Dejected and crumpled and broken in a way i have not been before or since, i jump into "THE WORK" and begin to do everything i can to process that Saturn so a moment this heartbreaking will not occur again.
- Summer 2000 and the 3 year trip that is "The Bacchae" is finally being put on celluloid. Director and Producer are at each other's throats. Additionally Alaska Bear is also working on this film, so there are moments of "we need to talk" and moments of not talking at all. Moments of drunken confessions, moments of heated passion (read: hot post break up sex). Drama is everywhere. Sometimes I feel empowered, as one of the women on set that others look up to. Most of the time, I find myself slipping around a corner to weep, because Bear is flirting with everyone except me
- July 29- Dreamschool turns "29 on the 29th". It's a randy party weekend for me as well. My predatory need for vengance rises to the surface, and the "Haitian Boat" is born
- Nov 2000- I get my first cell phone. LOL.. it helps me manage the "Boat Boys". *evil grin* God bless technology.
Reflection on "Ago"- 10 yrs past
Apparently, the world is passing around a meme that asks "What were you doing 10 years ago? 5 years ago? 3 years ago? 1 year ago? "
I wasn't going to do this one, only as i read other's responses... it made me think "Good lord, what what going on back then?" So I've decided to take this moment to reflect
10 years Ago- 1995
- living back at my parent's house after my return from England. The Bug and i were 6 months into a relationship that was about to horribly horribly wrong.
- after learning about the first round of infidelities, I realizied that my life was centered around Bug, not around theatre. So I auditioned for one of the biggest jobs of my life- year long apprenticeship at Equity theatre in Southern FL. They did two rounds of auditions, one in FL and one in NYC. With that sort of competition, I never really thought I'd get in. So i auditioned with "nothing to lose". I had a phenomenal audition, and I was one of only 2 that were accepted from the FL screening, the other being a friend of mine from College.
-August 95, I moved to Jupiter, FL, to begin full-time indentured servitude. Living slave, along with my other fellow apprenti. It was truly the best of times & the worst of times. First roomie was psycho who needed to know my every move, therefore I moved out of "girl apprentice" apartments and into the one un-filled bed, in the boy's place, where i literally shared a room with one of my all time favorite gay men.
- The remainder of 95 was full of 8 shows a week of "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers", "Guys & Dolls", & "Evita", as well as 2 childrens shows that went on during the days we weren't doing the larger shows. Additional work included tech assignments, chores around the theatre, and of course, endless hours of rehearsals.
- The Bug was furious that I'd choose my career over our disasterous and abusive relationship, so his infidelities increased. I met that eye for an eye by briefly rekindling with "the first Christian" and starting a short but passionate affair with the Texas Tech.
-ok... just sitting here grinning as I remember my time with Texas. Margaritas by the truckload. And we shared even more laughter than we did margaritas. I remember sleeping out on the patio under the stars, driving in his car late at night, listening to NIN just to keep our sanity, bondage moments at the Halloween party, entertaining Randy with a show in the living room, a crab crossing the highway while we worked on being half dressed, laughing at the distraction... and lastly, my favorite memory.... the stupid mudfight on the beach that started it all.
I miss you Texas.
I wasn't going to do this one, only as i read other's responses... it made me think "Good lord, what what going on back then?" So I've decided to take this moment to reflect
10 years Ago- 1995
- living back at my parent's house after my return from England. The Bug and i were 6 months into a relationship that was about to horribly horribly wrong.
- after learning about the first round of infidelities, I realizied that my life was centered around Bug, not around theatre. So I auditioned for one of the biggest jobs of my life- year long apprenticeship at Equity theatre in Southern FL. They did two rounds of auditions, one in FL and one in NYC. With that sort of competition, I never really thought I'd get in. So i auditioned with "nothing to lose". I had a phenomenal audition, and I was one of only 2 that were accepted from the FL screening, the other being a friend of mine from College.
-August 95, I moved to Jupiter, FL, to begin full-time indentured servitude. Living slave, along with my other fellow apprenti. It was truly the best of times & the worst of times. First roomie was psycho who needed to know my every move, therefore I moved out of "girl apprentice" apartments and into the one un-filled bed, in the boy's place, where i literally shared a room with one of my all time favorite gay men.
- The remainder of 95 was full of 8 shows a week of "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers", "Guys & Dolls", & "Evita", as well as 2 childrens shows that went on during the days we weren't doing the larger shows. Additional work included tech assignments, chores around the theatre, and of course, endless hours of rehearsals.
- The Bug was furious that I'd choose my career over our disasterous and abusive relationship, so his infidelities increased. I met that eye for an eye by briefly rekindling with "the first Christian" and starting a short but passionate affair with the Texas Tech.
-ok... just sitting here grinning as I remember my time with Texas. Margaritas by the truckload. And we shared even more laughter than we did margaritas. I remember sleeping out on the patio under the stars, driving in his car late at night, listening to NIN just to keep our sanity, bondage moments at the Halloween party, entertaining Randy with a show in the living room, a crab crossing the highway while we worked on being half dressed, laughing at the distraction... and lastly, my favorite memory.... the stupid mudfight on the beach that started it all.
I miss you Texas.
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