Cup of Ambition

GM arrived late.  Apparently his flights were delayed because of weather.  I had planned to take my camera, but fearing having to give it up, took an Iphone instead. Booo, they didn’t even check for cameras (I didn’t take a bag with me.)

This is not my photo, but see that little yellow Tinkerbelle like light? (I inserted it) That is roughly where I sat.  Seriously, was within throwing distance of GM.  I saw him up close–a weird dream of mine since at least elementary school when I had my blackmarket copy of Faith bought from the Flea Market.  

He apologized for being late.  Starting with, Fast Love.  During “Feeling Good” the screens were filled with sexy burlesque footage of Dita Von Teese.  After the song, George joked that after his second American show he realized he’d shot himself in the foot by using the footage, because the straight men were checking her out, the gay boys and the girls were wondering where they could get her dresses and no one was paying attention to him.

GM drinks Gatorade (who knew!) They’d darken the stage between songs so he could grab a drink. (Classy I thought!)

There was as 20  minute intermission.   I don’t get people buying food at concert. I can see getting a bottle of water, but nachos, or French fries? Eat before the show! 

During “Outside” he came out dressed as a cop. DAMN! He looked good in those snug pants.

His energy never seemed to waver and neither did his voice. He never hit  bad note, never went flat or sharp or out of tune.  Amazing.  He danced like crazy.

There was a dude wearing a silly getup of Faith era boots with peacock feathers glued on, a boa, a dress shirt and short skirt. Unfortunately, every time he hitched at his pantyhose, I caught a whiff of ballsweat. Not appealing.

The couple sitting next to me left after three songs or so.  Who does that? Pays a bunch of money for a ticket then takes off?

It was a great show.  I smiled the whole time.  And wore earplugs. I have no idea how people could manage the show without them.  I took them out briefly when I was leaving and had to put them back in.  

I bought a kids size lg Wham! shirt! I love it.  

After the show, the Iphone had died. I couldn’t catch a cab. It was midnight. I was supposed to take the train to Sullivan station and call Mike. But with no cell phone action… the payphones cost $.50 and I had a quarter! I considered walking home. Instead I waited for the bus.  Since I expected Mike to pick me up, I had no keys. Once I got home I had to yell loudly “MIKE!” luckily he heard me the first time and let me in.

I was tired. BUT I SAW GEORGE MICHAEL IN PERSON!!!!!!

Tonight, I see George Michael. I’ve waited many years for this night. Waited for him to go on tour. Will I have anything else after tonight? I will have seen the concert I’ve wanted to see since I was in mid school.

GEORGE MICHAEL!!!!

He woke me up with his crying in the middle of the night. Not that big a deal. I did have a migraine, but I know if I had to rely on someone to take me out to poop, I’d hope for someone compassionate to the plight of my innards. It was 3am. I was barely awake as I put his leash on, fumbled for my shoes, taking what to Hoolie, must have seemed like eons. We finally got downstairs to the yard. Now, my way of picking up dog poop is a bit unconventional. I will admit I have been made fun of on more than one occasion. What I do is position the bag open underneath his bottom, so that the handles are touching his back legs. It’s embarrassing when someone walks by and sees this. However, last night, I missed some. So while I’m cleaning up, Hoo decides to eat some grass. I stop hims as quick as I notice. But once, we got upstair he starts heaving, and he runs to where all of our shoes are placed, so I drag him away from the shoes and he pukes up a bunch of grass. By this time my guy is out of bed as I come storming in saying something about Hoolie puking. Hoolie walked in before and ran to the rug in the bedroom and once again begins wretching. So again, I drag him to wood floor and let him have at it. I had to clean up the nasty slimy stomach acid and grass in the hallway while my guy cleans up the mess in the bedroom. And while we are doing this, Hoolie sneaks back to his bed and falls fast asleep!!!!

Am I just a ridiculous softy? Why do moments in a film hit me so hard the third time I see it? I watched the tail end of Brokeback Mountain on Bravo (of all stations) today, and this moment had me sobbing.  Black tears running down my cheeks.  Is it sad because of Heath Ledger being dead? Is it said because Jack Twist and Enis Del Mar cannot ever have the life that would have made them the happiest? Is it because I have a weird headache, pages of poetry due and I’m waiting on a book that may never arrive? My dog runs out of the room whenever I cry.  I haven’t figured out why he becomes so upset. 

But my eyeliner is indeed waterproof.

Sunday, my Ipod still wasn’t working! I’d attempted charging it all weekend. Nothing, the screen remained dark!  I trekked it down to the the Ipod store, where the new Iphone was on sale.  There was a line outside the store.  
I took it to the Genius Bar. The name Genius Bar annoys me.  I know these kids have more knowledge of Macs then I do, but do they know anything about 20th century Boston poets? I would have to guess No! Anyway, Mr. Genius plugged my Ipod in and, guess what?? It says on the screen “low battery!” He tried it on two computers and it began charging! grrrr. I hate feeling like the customer (makes it worse since I’m a girl) who has no idea what they’re doing with technology.  

I asked him “So do you think my Ipod just needed a vacation?”

Without smiling or reaction he said “No.”

So, I said I would charge my Ipod at home and slunk out of the store. Embarrassed.

But I did get some new lipgloss at Origins so it wasn’t a total bust!

My first packet due in two weeks for my MFA program.  I am writing a poem about someone being embalmed as two people watch.  My biggest problem at the moment is trying to figure out how to get rid of the double spacing action going on.

I’ve had to do a fair amount of research.  But surprisingly I already knew a fair amount about embalming and getting a body ready for burial.  Uhhh, what does that say about me?

 Do you think my professor will like it?

So, the Boston Derby Dames are opening up for recruitment! I love to skate, and have been wanting to join a roller deby team.  One might say  “hmm, Katy really should try out for roller derby.” But then a sensible(?) side says “WTF? That’s the worst idea!”

Remember how when we were young hitting the ground hard didn’t hurt? Well, now it hurts! A lot!  I tried learning to skateboard in high school and really never made it past coasting fast on the board until the wheels hit a raised spot in the concrete the board stopped and I kept going.
I tried snowboarding, but with little patience for continually falling and getting up again, the two hours it took me to get down a mountain; which included running into a tree and being stuck in a snowdrift up to my butt.  I was sore for days afterwards.

Practices are 2-5 times a week plus added time you have to donate doing other tasks.  Can I fit that in with working on my masters? Which requires at least 25  (but really more) hours a week? Plus, working parttime?

Have I grown too tall to have a good center of gravity while aimless rolling around on eight wheels?
But the glory, the bruises to show off, the costumes, the animal competitiveness that comes out during a bout, the teammanship.

I need to decide quickly so I can head to scrimmages.

I also need a pair of skates.

After less than a year, my ipod nano has died. I took it out to lunch with me, it was working fine.  When I left work and pulled it from my bag, turned it on…nothing. No light, no sound, no nothing.  Instead I walked in silence.  No earphones to protect me from the unwanted crazies who love to talk to me or the tourists who somehow always choose me to ask directions.  (Which I wouldn’t mind if I knew where anything was located.  Well I know directions, but telling someone to “take a right at the sign that leans to the left and then head straight toward the building with a photo of a woman on a boat” don’t really cut it here). Seriously, I haaaate being without music.  I like not listening to others conversations. Today I listened to a man lament his lupus woes (I mean I know I would be full of woe if I had lupus, but I don’t know that I’d share it withe the dude who helped me onto the train).

Wow, I am a grumpy grumpy person.

Really people should be happy I walk around listening to music, then they don’t have to hear my grumps, and diatribes on how annoying I find just about everything.

Even the music I listen to annoys me sometimes.

I need to cheer up here.

Last night we went to the Red Sox game. I am pretty new to baseball. (Meaning I am only beginning to understand the rules). As you may or may not know, my love of the Red Sox began because of Mike Lowell (that and being a citizen of Massachusetts you are required by law to be a fan, they issue your shirt and hat at the border). Mike Lowell looks like my Mike. This was my original love of the man. But I have come to find as I watch baseball more and more, Lowell is a sturdy player, sure he lacks the big personality of Manny or Big Papi, but he’s solid. During the game I went to (seats on the Green Monster, a giant green wall) Lowell hit a grandslam!

Last night however, he sucked bigtime. He hit 0 for 4. He had a fielding error (not sure what that is yet, Mike is editing this) the first inning.Mike suggested maybe he was angry about not being chosen for the All Star Game.

Really the game kind of sucked until Manny came up to bat and hit a homerun. After that point, the Sox went to trailing 2 to 5 to winning 6 to 5. They kept (I found out from Mike) the pitcher in for a few (read maybe 20) pitches too many before the brought in a relief pitcher, whose name I don’t know. And he only pitched one inning before the star pitcher Jonathan Papelbon came in as the closer. Every time he focused to pitch the flashes of cameras lit up Fenway.

I love Fenway, I love Red Sox fans. They support this team winning or losing. Seats are sold out no matter how the team does. Other stadiums remain largely undersold, tickets are cheap and easy to come by (my best buddy got tickets to one of the Rockies NLDS from the bank–at Fenway you give your house, car, first second and third born with collateral of any future children (as well as your eyeteeth) to get one of those tickets.

Anyway, I can see why Mike Lowell wanted to come back and play for Boston last year when he became a free agent. The fans are the best!

So Mike Lowell, I’m counting on you. And I really want to know, boxers or briefs? Mike refused to help me figure it out. I’m thinking briefs and if this is the case, Mr. Lowell, we need to have a discussion, I know you can wear boxers with a cup!