subradar's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- post holiday depression I really don't want to talk about how I celebrated Thanksgiving. D___ and I went hiking and had a great time, went to my mother's place, and ate a lot of food after making hummus in my food processor and subsequently wowing everyone with my first-ever sun-dried tomato version, and watched the new cut of [the zombie comedy I in which I played a principle role]. Woke up the next day to have a sick stomach, but not too sick to make love (she started it; I just followed through). Right now, I'm browsing through my old "favorites" on d-land, after returning from the theatre after tonight's show. I biked home in 27 degrees Fahrenheit (sp?) weather, from a performance that went largely as planned. We had more of an audience than I expected (totalling somewhere between a dozen and twenty people). The crew of people who made it bigger and better were some bohemian-vibe people celebrating one of their friends' birthdays. One of their crew was the cute young woman with the buzz haircut (settle down; she's like my brother's age) who wrote a review for my first-ever directorial project at the theatre in which I work. It was nice to talk with her for a bit, drink some rather powerful spiced mead, and chat about vegetarianism. Did I mention that mead was a might powerful? I was reading over Mr. Bongo's online journal, and marveled at how the black text really reverbrated against the deep red background. Yeah, that mead was good. I can't wait for this show to be over with. 11:02 p.m. - 2005-11-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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