Monday, July 31, 2006
That was my favorite year
I'm going to the Dixie Chicks concert Tuesday night, and I expect to be completely hoarse the whole next day. I know every song in the band's book, and I'm gonna sing them all at the top of my lungs -- sort of like karaoke, except no one will have to listen to me. (Well, except for my concert buddy, Trillian. Sorry, babe.)
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Shout!
VA va va va va VA VA va va va va VAH va va VA-GIN-A!! dum da dum....
I almost fell on the floor laughing when I saw that bit last night during a preview of Shout! The Mod Musical, an off-Broadway show that opens tonight.
The play is about five women coming of age during the 1960's, and it follows each woman's storyline as they sing songs that were popular in England back then. I knew about half of the songs, but I think my Mom would recognize them all.
I loved Green Girl's sweet-n-slutty role, but Red Girl was definitely the funniest, even though I saw the understudy in the role.
The show gets a little sloppy with the British accents, but the singing is powerful. I got chills during Yellow Girl's rendition of "A Preacher's Son."
Take your mom or aunt to this one and see if she can keep from clapping along during the last few songs.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Quote of the day
I was watching an archived piece and snorted my diet coke when he said, "Global warming, like herpes, will go away if you ignore it."
Thanks, Ronie, for the heads up!
Monday, July 17, 2006
Burning flame
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin flame.
Burning flame, full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher.
So I smiled as the last of my teeth melted instead of griping. But it was hot. 96 degrees with an index of 105. That's warm for this big pizza oven of a city. I think my blood is thickening. In New Orleans, I sometimes woke up drenched in sweat, even though my house was air conditioned. The temperature down there can hit 90 before the sun comes up.
But here, well, I've gotten used to using wimpy deodorants. I rarely sweat through my shirts, and I sometimes throw a sweater in my bag to combat my always-freezing office. The heat got me a bit today, though. I walked about 30 blocks in the sun this morning, and I definitely needed something stronger than SECRET by the time I got to the office. Oof.
Still, it was cooler here than my family's home in South Arkansas. They're probably having people drop dead in the Baskin-Robbins parking lot.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Grin and bling it.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Six Feet Under
I missed the entire Six Feet Under phenomenon when it aired on HBO the first time. Thanks to the miracle of Netflix, I too have just had my emotions wrangled by all five seasons of this amazing show.
John and I would watch at least two episodes on the nights we received the Netflix delivery, and we watched four in a row more than once.
I really miss the characters, even though they pissed me off more than I thought television could. In the end, I thought Brenda was the most admirable and Claire the most matured.
I played "Transatlanticism" by Death Cab yesterday and cried all over again.
A question for those of you who have already seen season 5.... was Maggie pregnant when she was on the phone with Ruth? If so, Nate had the strongest swimmers in history!