So, I was gonna blog from the plane, since I had free wifi and all, but with my battery almost gone, I missed my opportunity. However, as I lay in my bed here in Seattle at 1:32am PST, I feel the need to regale you with a story. Reader discretion is advised (use the scary voice from TV).
My flight was leaving Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport of Doom at 9:30pm EST. I parked my car at Kyle's house and he drove me the eight minutes to the airport. As he was about to drop me off, I realized I left my phone in my car. So we went back and got it. He lives close and I was early, so no problem. Crisis averted. I skipped check-in and ticketing, blew through security, and was in E-terminal an hour and 15 minutes early. T.G.I.Friday's for dinner? Yes please! My only problem there was that when I left, the hostess said "have a nice flight," I said "YOU TOO!" Thank you Brian Regan.
The flight was good. I watched some TV, played on facebook, listened to jazz, and read Apollyon. Jeff and Mitch picked me up at midnight and we drove about 40 minutes to Puyallup. Now, they showed me around and went to bed, but me being the good eater that I am, I had to go twosie. Without all the details (you're welcome), 30 minutes later I am wet, sweating, mortified, and well, let's face it, hungry (which was unrelated). As a clue, though, I will say that
a) my nephew either sleeps really hard or turns his phone off before bed. b) after careful searching of my brother's rather large house, I know where the plunger is. c) I know how well Scott paper towels soak up water.
Christmas day makes me think of my dad. If you've been a longtime reader, you know that three years ago, I was with my dad while he was going through chemo. Christmas day I was with him in his hotel room in Chapel Hill, realizing a little too late that every restaurant was closed and I brought no food. If I remember correctly, I got some junk food at a random gas station for lunch, and I finally found a chinese restaurant at 10:30 pm for some dinner. I keep thinking about it, partly because it's Christmas day, and partly because I keep seeing people make fun of the fact that chinese restaurants are the only place to go eat on Christmas day. Even Jim Gaffigan made a joke about it on twitter. He makes me laugh.
My family got me four seasons of TV shows for Christmas. House, Psych, NCIS, and Firefly. Awesome. My family loves me.
Chicago is off. I went for eight days and I hated it. Very strange. The whole week I was just off. So I came back. Augusta never looked so good. I went to Chapel Hill, too, but home is home. I'm going to school in January, for something medical. I'm not sure what yet.
BUT, I've been doing some improv here in Augusta. Seriously. My friend Karen started a group called Say What? Improv. I missed the first six weeks because I wasn't going to be living here. But when I came back from Chicago, I made the last two practices and did the first performance. It was awesome! What a rush. I was hiLARious, and I got some really big laughs. It was great and I will be doing it a lot more. We are going to video the next one, and I'll post some on here.
Also, I did Christmas Carol again. I wasn't going to do it, but they wore me down. I didn't have any lines or anything, but I got to sing again, and that was good. It's possible that I will be in Gypsy this Spring. We'll see how that goes.
And lastly, I'm going to Seattle. I'm flying out on the 26th to see my brother and his family, and my sister. I've never been to Seattle, and I'm SUPER-stoked. I will post some pictures from my trip, especially from the Experience Music Project.
I'm not a good writer anymore. I'm going to have to work on that.