Why doesn't anyone seem to blog on Fridays any more?
Time was, I could count on plenty of blog posts on Fridays to keep me entertained whilst avoiding doing anything constructive at work. It was Saturdays and Sundays when people got real lives and stayed away from their computers. But in the last year or so, I've noticed a severe dropoff in the number of blog entries on my must-read list on that most hallowed and longed-for weekday, the day of Fries. What's the story, people? I have needs and I fully expect you to fulfill them. Get to it, then.
You really, REALLY must see Kiki & Herb: Alive from Broadway if you possibly can. Kiki & Herb were allegedly going to retire after their last show, but their "public" demanded their return and, after last night's show, I understand why. This duo is funny, topical, apparently alcoholic, and talented. They're headed to San Francisco next (the show closes in Boston on June 30th), then to Sydney. Check out their MySpace page for updates on their Year of Magical Drinking Tour, and go see their show if you know what's good for you.
Do you think I might have ADD? Because I was thinking I might have ADD. And then something happened and I forgot what I was thinking about. Hey, are those cookies left over from your meeting? Crap, I have cat hair all over my pants. Again. I really need to pick up some toilet paper on my way home tonight. And what am I going to have for dinner? I still need to unpack most of my kitchen stuff, so I -- oh, right, I'll have that report for you in half an hour. FUCK! Oh, did you see "My Life on the D-List" last night? Totally hilarious. Okay, I'd better go. I have to do some work. Right after I go to the ladies' room. Oh my God, did I tell you that the cat barfed on the new carpet yesterday? No? Hang on for 2 minutes -- I've got to run to the bathroom, but there's something else I have to tell you when I get back.
Okay, I'm back. You can't believe the mess someone made with a wet umbrella in that bathroom, by the way. So ... where was I?
I am now officially a Wonderland-area blogger, and I couldn't be happier about it. Well, not happy about the racing dogs per se, but about having managed to get all my belongings extricated from my former homestead and installed in my new beachside pad.
Okay, so installed might be a rather optimistic way of describing things. That word probably connotes a more settled and organized arrangement of my belongings than what I currently have going on. Inserted, maybe. Delivered, certainly. Settled or organized? Not even close.
Still, my address has changed. If I haven't given you the new address or phone number yet, and you think you know me well enough that you believe you're entitled to it, please e-mail me (the link is in the left-hand column, near the top) and tell me enough about yourself that I can make a decent judgment about whether I should share my personal info with you.
Keep in mind that I have ways of keeping the riff-raff out of my new place, and those ways are big, brawny, and wear matching navy blue blazers.
I won't bore you with the details of the move, or with the stupid fact that I went back to work yesterday only to discover that I had requested it as a vacation day and it was only guilt and/or stupidity that kept me from walking right back out the door once I realized my mistake. I won't even subject you to Olivia's woeful reaction to this, her first ever change of address. (If you've talked to me in real life in the past 5 days, you've already heard the sad tale anyway.) The important things for you to know are (a) I can hear the waves breaking on the shore at Revere Beach from my window, (2) I've been doing laundry in my very own in-unit machines pretty much non-stop since I moved in, and (iii) I have not only entered the 21st century and subscribed to cable television, but I also got a DVR. If not for the beach calling to me, I would never leave my apartment again.
Oh, and there's that pesky work thing.