I normally take a shower every single morning, but every five years or so I get it in my head that I would really like a bath. Today was one of those days, in no small part because I was quite hung over and exhausted from a Friday night down at Unexpected doing Christmas Carol, Theatresports and heavy drinking (in that order).
As I crammed my just-average frame (I’m 5’9″) into a tub that could barely contain it I realized that whether it’s outdoor (entirely possible) or indoor (not unless I win the lottery or marry a duchess or something) I want my next home to be capable of sporting a jacuzzi or some other form of hot-tub. It would see a lot of use.
We had an informational meeting on the assessment my condo complex is supposed to be levying for repairs to its exterior. The vote only passed on the stipulation that 15-year group financing was secured, which so far the board has been unable to obtain. They still think they will be able to, but I am pretty sceptical. I wish I had more confidence in the people who want to invest my entire life’s savings.
I read America’s Finest News Source every day, and I’ve been amused lately by a little running gag they’ve had since shortly after the election, featuring still-president Bush in a number of separate, unrelated slapstick news briefs of the National Lampoon variety – individually unremarkable but to an avid reader like myself just what the doctor ordered:
- Bush Tumbles Wildly Down Washington Monument Staircase
- Crocodile Bites Off Bush’s Arm
- Bush Passes Three-Pound Kidney Stone
- Bush Dragged Behind Presidential Motorcade For 26 Blocks
Wahaha.
Speaking of high-brow humour, A(n Improvised) Christmas Carol was reviewed by Seattle’s Child Magazine, and I received specific kudos on my nose-picking. I’ve had that audience suggestion for “an endearing habit” a couple of times now, and it’s uniformly a big hit with everyone, to the point where I’ve actually had audience members come up to me after the show and tell me what an incredibly brilliant improviser they thought I was because of it. I never imagined my success in the world of theatre would boil down to my ability to commit to picking my nose. I’m trying to see it as a positive thing, but it does shine a somewhat disquieting light on all the years I’ve spent studying and honing my craft.
The show is going well enough, though, and I’ve made arrangements to celebrate my birthday down at the theatre. There is an open Evite online (in case I missed you!) and you can even get discount tickets to both Christmas Carol and/or Theatresports (both of which I will be playing in that evening). Or you can just come and hang out at the bar afterward. I feel badly that I’m not available to have a proper, separate party, but my love of UP and my friends there runs deep, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Except perhaps an indoor jacuzzi… one of those really nice ones.
Dan.
Tags: christmas carol, condo, entertainment, getting older, improv, money matters