Pizza Party!
Jun. 1st, 2007 08:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zalenaTonight was rg_rothko's bday party, held at her house, and involving about 20 other people and lots of pizza. And orange soda. And icecream cake.
This evening's biggest surprise is discovering that one of RG's friends is someone I did some theatre with years ago. She remembered me as the "duct tape girl," because I'd used duct tape (gaff tape, actually) to tape my breasts for the show and won a humorous 'most creative use of duct tape' award for it later. It was the all female cast of A Comedy of Errors, which a lot of you came out to see. I was the Courtesan and I'd like to think my breasts played an important role. I think I have a picture of it somewhere, I'll post if I can find it.
I'm constantly having these reminders that the world is a lot smaller than one ever imagined it would be. Sometimes that's kind of comforting.
dr_tectonic did Barbie Tarot readings, I brought my deck and did a reading for the bday girl, and had my own read by RG's husband. It was interesting, to say the least, and spoke to the kind of paralysis and trauma I've seen in my career recently.
It's been interesting how difficult it's been to talk about the experience and how uninterested I've been in finding a new job. Obviously, it's an inevitability, and one I will be putting a lot more energy into in the next few months.
In the meantime, I should say that I've been basically, generically, happy, particularly now that the Siren impulse has passed. Life is so sweet in a thousand, ordinary, ways. Having the time to savor it has been an incredible gift to me.
And because I don't want you all thinking I'm still killing plants, I thought I'd mention that there are things blooming in my garden. Some of the xerics I've never seen bloom are producing flowers; the miniature yellow rosebush next to the mailbox is budding. The yard is still a struggle and a wreck. I still can't help but feel that things bloom despite me, rather than because me, but there are a few flowers here and there and I'm touched. It's a call to the faithful, and a reminder that the lifecycle continues with or without my conscious participation.
rg_rothko's bday party, held at her house, and involving about 20 other people and lots of pizza. And orange soda. And icecream cake. This evening's biggest surprise is discovering that one of RG's friends is someone I did some theatre with years ago. She remembered me as the "duct tape girl," because I'd used duct tape (gaff tape, actually) to tape my breasts for the show and won a humorous 'most creative use of duct tape' award for it later. It was the all female cast of A Comedy of Errors, which a lot of you came out to see. I was the Courtesan and I'd like to think my breasts played an important role. I think I have a picture of it somewhere, I'll post if I can find it.
I'm constantly having these reminders that the world is a lot smaller than one ever imagined it would be. Sometimes that's kind of comforting.
dr_tectonic did Barbie Tarot readings, I brought my deck and did a reading for the bday girl, and had my own read by RG's husband. It was interesting, to say the least, and spoke to the kind of paralysis and trauma I've seen in my career recently. It's been interesting how difficult it's been to talk about the experience and how uninterested I've been in finding a new job. Obviously, it's an inevitability, and one I will be putting a lot more energy into in the next few months.
In the meantime, I should say that I've been basically, generically, happy, particularly now that the Siren impulse has passed. Life is so sweet in a thousand, ordinary, ways. Having the time to savor it has been an incredible gift to me.
And because I don't want you all thinking I'm still killing plants, I thought I'd mention that there are things blooming in my garden. Some of the xerics I've never seen bloom are producing flowers; the miniature yellow rosebush next to the mailbox is budding. The yard is still a struggle and a wreck. I still can't help but feel that things bloom despite me, rather than because me, but there are a few flowers here and there and I'm touched. It's a call to the faithful, and a reminder that the lifecycle continues with or without my conscious participation.
