Sweet Blog Tea

Evidently, according to my pets, it's Lick Your Crotch Day. Why didn't anyone invite me? Why wasn't I invited? Bullshit I say. ;)

Here are the pictures from Wicked I said I would post and never did (my bad, I put them on Facebook and consider it done. Mea culpa ;)

Pre-show:

In other news, the Coolest Apartment Ever is officially disbanded. We've all gone our separate ways, and our lease is now broken. The Big O is no longer being passed between our numerous and varied circle of cool friends. A moment of silence, Vox!

I now live in a 2BR/1.5B townhouse with an acquaintance of mine whom I've never lived with, and it may either be really cool or I may just be sad and depressed that I no longer live with my BFF. I haven't spent enough time in the apartment yet really to determine it--I just took several weekends from July to drive down and move stuff out of the old apartment into the new. My room is smaller and lacks a ceiling fan, so I've got to get something for air circulation lest I lose my mind. Or just spend all my time downstairs, which is also a possibility.

I'm just sort of worried--new roommate is working on her doctorate and anticipates graduation in December, I don't even want to think about trying to find a roommate for the spring semester. Maybe it won't be so bad--surely SOMETHING will open up. Gotta keep my chin up, there are bigger things to worry about. Like my GPA.

Going to be doing a bit of traveling in September and December--September has Southern Decadence in New Orleans plus a possible beach trip to the Carolinas or Florida with Alli, Tyler, & Sarah. In December, Alli and I are going to be taking a train trip out west to Seattle, down through California, and back across to Nashville. It should prove to be amazing.

That's the state of my life at the moment--'dyall miss me? ;)

I saw Wicked today at the Orpheum in Memphis with my mother. It was momentous for two reasons:
1) Wicked is a visual and auditory orgasm for anyone living ever, and
2) my mother and I got along THE ENTIRE TIME.

I'll post pictures later, I'm too tired to upload/edit/post pics right now.

I just...there are no words. Ugh, it was beautiful. We had astoundingly good seats--close enough to see details and be blown away by the singing and the orchestra, but not right down front where you can't take in the entire stage in one glance.

I dunno about anyone else in that theatre, but we had great seats. I mean, I thought we were gonna be back under the mezzanine, but NO NO NO. I came hard when I realized where we were sitting.

I thought that, y'know, having owned and loved the soundtrack for several years now would prepare me for what I was about to experience, but no. I teared up when the lights went down, and the first chord of the overture made me cry.

The playbill mentioned there were ten local Memphis musicians in the orchestra, playing all the performances in Memphis--I have to wonder if one of them was on the lead/rhythm guitar, cuz man that shit was FUNKY IN THE BEST WAY. On the soundtrack, I didn't particularly notice any funk guitar in the "One Short Day In The Emerald City" track--but live, it was ROCKIN!! Goin' wild and OUT!!

The choreography was especially pleasing. There was a mix consisting of: a little bit of interpretive flailing, a good bit of somewhat swing-style dancing, and a dash of courtly-style dance...hard to describe, really, but it pleased me. Also, wheel-chair dancing. What.

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I flat-out sobbed during "Defying Gravity". Ugh, favorite song ever. The staging, lighting, everything was amazing. Getting chills just thinking about it.

I see lots of Elphaba in myself. I think this is why it was such an emotionally big deal for me. I couldn't stop thanking my mother, but I'm pretty sure she already knew.

Ugh, wonderful. I was also ESPECIALLY pleased by Dr. Dillamond--not sure why. I think it was the masterful makeup--as a theatrical makeup hack, I approve of Dillamond's billy-goat face.

Work, home, internet, sleep, lather rinse repeat.

Tea helps keep me sane, at least. I've found a new fondness for teas that have qualities other than "sweet" and "iced" (I am a Southern belle, you know). As of now I'm sipping on some vanilla chai, with milk and a tablespoon of sugar. Lipton's "Red Tea" is also delicious, as is Twinings' Irish Breakfast Tea (although it's pretty terrible when drunk cold). When brewing tea for myself at work I've found that it's almost a necessity for it to be just as good cold as it is hot--because undoubtedly it's tepid by the time I'm able to drink it.

Anyway, just having a bad day and wanted to come let my 'hood know the business.

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I'm going through another make-up craze phase. A sordid love affair with L'Oreal's H.I.P. line--this will NOT end well, I can foresee this now, hahaha. I'm not buying any, just playing around with what I've got--but once you HIP, the fun don't......dip? ;P

Other than that, life is just going on around me, and I'm partaking when I'm able--mostly going swimming out at a local lake, and working whenever Quizno's can afford to put more than the bare minimum employees required on the clock. I try to stay optimistic, for the most part.

These are the lyrics to a GREAT Cajun song I heard on Youtube, played by a guy on an acoustic guitar and his two daughters (one on bass and the other handling fiddle and vocals). I had to send the guy a private message to find these lyrics cuz they are NOWHERE to be found on the internet. SO, lads and dolls, for the first time possibly in the history of the internet, I present to you the lyrics of "Thibodeaux"!! (Possibly written by CV Stuart, please verify/correct this if you know!)

Young doctor in a straight-backed chair
Talking about me like I'm not there.
Tell my mama that I just can't stop,
See, my elevator don't go to the top.

Oh doctor but I got a plan,
If I make it to Louisian'.
'Cuz I know a Creole boy who makes 'em easy
as a un na deux na trois (one & two & three).

(Chorus)

This song being performed wonderfully by mrgreer51 & company!

So getting right down to it, I haven't been scheduled to work for three weeks because they've not been doing enough business to be able to afford more than the bare minimum on the clock. Me being the newest kid on the block, I naturally get slimmest pickin's. Summer school starts this Tuesday, they say business may pick up once some students are in town, and "they'll call me if they need me." I put in an application at a Sonic today; it's better than nothing. Trying to keep this shit sunny-side up, ya know, but it's hard. I find solace in sleeping, Facebook, and my guitar as I try not to feel like a useless lump. Eh, whatever, life is just one big fuckit.

I found a place to stay come August 1st once this lease is done, so I chalk that up as a significant victory for today.

Also, I am seventeen days away from being 21. Oh lawd. It's a Wednesday; I'll probably just buy a beer (whatever I can find in a gas station that's not swill) and get my license renewed and save the real celebrating for when I go to Nashville on the 20th. Post-protest celebration down Printer's Alley, of course!

Speaking of Nashville, the more I go there the more enamored I become with the city. My brothers-from-other-mothers and sister-from-another-mister aside (though technically she's in Brentwood), I enjoy how multi-cultural Nashville is. I'm looking to possibly attend grad school in Nashville, possibly at Belmont...financial aid is a must, of course.

Hmm, I think that's all I have to say for the moment. Here's a video from my Youtube account, depicting mine, Andi's, Haley's, and Cody's trip out to a local lake for some swimming. Enjoy (or don't, I'm not emotionally invested either way)!