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Feb. 10th, 2004 08:38 pmRandom day of irratoinal anxiety, although now that I've done most of what I need to do, it seems to have subsided and that's a huge relief. Now if everyone who is supposed to pay me tomorrow pays me, I'm all set -- and I think that's really what the anxiety is about.
The dinner theater audition was about what you'd expect, presuming you were expecting anything at all from such an experience. I'm glad it's behind me, in a get-thee-behind-me,-satan sort of way. My callback for Vagina Monologues is Thursday, and Friday I've a voice lesson and a party for the student film I'm working on.
Was listening to The Pogues at work, and had a funny clear memory of reading an interview with Shane McGowan when I was pretty young where he made a remark I can't remember exactly for the life of but was about the unfortunateness of being both gay and Irish -- it was very crude and funny, and I laughed remember that I had laughed then, eventhough I can't remember the remark now. I love The Pogues, and I think owning and sharing around "Rum, Sodomy and The Lash" was one of my few moments of major cool points in high school.
It's also worth noting for no reason other than amusement value that as a small child, instead of thinking I was a cat, princess or fairy, like normal children do, I thought I was Irish. I had half an excuse too. We always listened to Irish music at home, I had a huge obsession with Brigadoon and my mother told me constantly I had the luck of the Irish, as my grandfather had taught me to play poker young and I won all the time. For the Kentucky derby my parents would place little bets for me on the horses I wanted too, and I'd win at that as well. I don't loose money in casinos either, although I don't often make much more than $40 (a little under $300 is my record).
My mom has it too, but hers is weirder. One time a boss gave her $40, to buy $20 worth of lotto ticets for herself, and $20 for him. My mother, being, well, my mom, bought hers with all the same number, but luckily they each came up a winner for a few hundred dollars, and so we didn't go to the cash machine for a long time. Which made my dad feel pretty dumb after laughing at her for being stupid before the numbers got drawn.
The dinner theater audition was about what you'd expect, presuming you were expecting anything at all from such an experience. I'm glad it's behind me, in a get-thee-behind-me,-satan sort of way. My callback for Vagina Monologues is Thursday, and Friday I've a voice lesson and a party for the student film I'm working on.
Was listening to The Pogues at work, and had a funny clear memory of reading an interview with Shane McGowan when I was pretty young where he made a remark I can't remember exactly for the life of but was about the unfortunateness of being both gay and Irish -- it was very crude and funny, and I laughed remember that I had laughed then, eventhough I can't remember the remark now. I love The Pogues, and I think owning and sharing around "Rum, Sodomy and The Lash" was one of my few moments of major cool points in high school.
It's also worth noting for no reason other than amusement value that as a small child, instead of thinking I was a cat, princess or fairy, like normal children do, I thought I was Irish. I had half an excuse too. We always listened to Irish music at home, I had a huge obsession with Brigadoon and my mother told me constantly I had the luck of the Irish, as my grandfather had taught me to play poker young and I won all the time. For the Kentucky derby my parents would place little bets for me on the horses I wanted too, and I'd win at that as well. I don't loose money in casinos either, although I don't often make much more than $40 (a little under $300 is my record).
My mom has it too, but hers is weirder. One time a boss gave her $40, to buy $20 worth of lotto ticets for herself, and $20 for him. My mother, being, well, my mom, bought hers with all the same number, but luckily they each came up a winner for a few hundred dollars, and so we didn't go to the cash machine for a long time. Which made my dad feel pretty dumb after laughing at her for being stupid before the numbers got drawn.
