windham mountian is quite gorgeous, and honestly i had a rather lovely time.  swam in the pool, honed my shuffleboard skills, rode the chairlift to a mountaintop ceremony, got to sit at the head table (with the cool kids, thankyouverymuch)...

it was the perfect relaxing weekend before the week of moving hell i'm preparing for.  can i just say I HATE MOVING, with a burning, fiery, unholy passion?  the hardest part is moving the fallout from the book buying frenzy of 2010, which has led to 4 bookshelves of madness.  fit those in with all the babysitters club mysteries i found in the old house, and you've got quite a conundrum.  luckily there's a spare room in the new place!

the cat is licking my leg and trying to eat my toes, so i'm going to go take a shower, drink a ginger ale, and monopolize the TV, trying to forget that work is less than 24 hours away...

TEN ITEMS FOR THE AGENDA

taking a page from the book of closet monster emails, here are ten items for discussion:

1. i finally broke down and bought some of that Zzzquil to try... because we all know how much i love a good knockout drug.

2. MSND is up on the youtubes here.  haven't watched it myself, i'm lucky this dinosaur even lets me type, but be sure to watch the business with megan ashley and the dog in the fifth act... i hear it brought down the house.

3. the lead singer of vertical horizon looks like lex luthor and at the concert he pointed straight at me and i thought to myself "this is it, all my fangirl dreams are coming true, lex luthor is pointing at me", but he was actually pointing at the guy behind me in a rush tee shirt.  he's still quite dreamy, though.

4.

this bowie shirt has been MIA since 2006

5. leaving tomorrow for a mountaintop wedding, always a good time when the fam gets together.

6. missing the ten year reunion because of it, which is good because there's nothing more frightening than the idea of being out of high school for ten years and accomplishing squat.

7. i just love the movie while you were sleeping, mostly because it has bill pullman and young sandra bullock (lovethem) but also because it's a holiday movie and is just too funny and underrated.

8. according to virtual tourist, brussels is a place to get robbed and murdered, but the biggest danger in switzerland is places where the sidewalks don't meet up correctly and people being grumpy.

9. i can now attest that zzzquil shit really works, because i feel like i'm going to fall asleep on the keyboard.

10. how beautiful to die of broken-heart on paper, quite another thing in practice.

last night midsummer night's dream closed.  i've been working on that show since... may?  so it's a very bittersweet ending.  part of me is relieved it's over, time to spend doing fun things of an evening like taxes and laundry.  part of me always says i won't do it next year, which i know is a lie i tell every year like clockwork.  but mostly i know i'm going to miss it.

one of the actors came up to me before the show started last night, dumped four bouquets of flowers on my table, and said "here's something else for you to manage."  and since i knew that number of flowers were intended for the producers, director, and myself, i just looked at him.  some people truly are out to lunch.

everyone keep your fingers crossed for me in a big way.  i'll let you know once something happens.

the disappointment de jour:  reactivated my premium subscription (4 bucks for one month, who knew?) but none of the old pics are there.  which means that they're lost on the internets forever and ever.  however will i survive without being able to see the winter wonderland ash and i created freshman year in good old bert blue?

usually the wayback machine takes care of these things for me, but lo and behold, no dice!

additionally, old age has broken my nostalgia button, but i'm working on getting it repaired.  drank a coconut coffee this morning, it tasted like being nineteen and working the night shift at the fields.  almost made me want to put on an olsen twin movie and drink peach schnapps in my underwear.  what, isn't that what the other nineteen year olds were doing with their summers?

change is in the air, my friends, in the shape of new houses and new opportunities, green lace dresses and kit kat pinata cakes, murder mystery parties and cars that don't throw showers of rust when hitting potholes.

tonight is the last night of the play.  if you didn't make it, i heard NEAT was filming it, so it'll probably be up here before too terribly long.

lastly, can anyone fault me for having loved this face?