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Sep 15, 2002 7:32:58 PM Archived Entry: "Cirque de Broadway Sunday"I'm sitting here watching the thin grey light vanish from the sky and wishing I had a good new book to read.
I got up really late today - about 11:30 or so. That's because we got back from Kells at about 1 AM (it was so cute watching my little brother propose to his girlfriend!) and then stayed up until 1:30 discussing how lame it was that W.O.'s dad was actually only a short distance away from Seattle (Vancouver Island) and yet had chosen not to come see him on his birthday. My comment being, "What, is having dinner with you going to be the extent of your relationship for the rest of your life? Cause that's all it's been for the last ten years." He said he hadn't decided whether or not he should be upset about it, but I guess I've decided what I think his response should be. I want to let his dad know what a fucking schmuck I think he is, too, but I haven't figured out the best way to do it yet.
Oh, yeah, back to MY problems. Anyway, I made some french toast for breakfast then schlumped around the house (I think I might have gone back to bed for a while ... oh yeah, I did that when I got up at 10:30). Finally at two I leashed up the dogs, put on my snazziest Hawaiian shirt (the one with long sleeves ... cause it's cold!), and headed to Broadway.
There were lots of folks out, no particularly good art for sale, and some performances of more than a passing interest on stage. I talked with the editor of the Capitol Hill Times about writing for them, I talked with the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence about how you join, and I weakly tried to convince a woman I met that Lily would be the perfect dog for her. I bought two dresses for $5 each at Red Light. They're both heinous - one looks like a 4th grade spin art project and the other looks like a Russian peasant's tablecloth. I can't WAIT to wear them! I got back at around 6. None of my friends (I guess I only have two) were free to do anything, so I'm left eating leftover Chinese food and reading old issues of the newspaper. Guess I'll see if that Powerball ticket I bought when we were in Idaho is a winner ...
"Only weak men fear able women" - Marion Boyars