Here we go again?
Oy...woke up this morning to turn on the tube and see the news about the plane crash in New York. Granted, nothing has been said about it being terrorist-related or not, but it still sucks. And something like this doesn't help to allay my uneasiness about flying. Call me a coward, a wussy, whatever, but I never was a fan of flying in the first place. I've been one to prefer the long cross-country drive...Ironically, I suck at driving, so go figure...
On a much lighter note, last night, I saw Varla Jean's "All Washed Up" ad The Village Theater in Hollywood. It was my first drag show so I didn't know quite what to expect. It was a cute, fun show. Not sure if I'd ever go see her perform again, but there were many funny lines in her monologue. It reminded me of a 70s variety show mixed in with that show on TBN with the poodle-haired woman and sprinkled with a touch of "The Gong Show." The big highlight was Varla's perfromance of "Enough is Enough" with Ethel Merman.
Before we went to the show, Ted, Larry, Christie, Rob, David S., and I had dinner at The Cash Cow. It's a nice little restaurant on Santa Monica and Sweetzer in West Hollywood. Every time I've gone there, we've been served by Shawn, this waiter whom I think is just adorable and totally fell into one of my "types" (the blonde hair, blue eyes, boyish face-type)...Cut to the chase...Ted and Larry start ragging on me about how I keep gushing about this waiter and how I should grow some balls and ask the guy out. Now, three things to keep in mind...1) I don't even know if the waiter plays for the team. 2) Even if he is, how do I know he's not single? and 3) If things were turned around and those guys where single, I don't think any of them would go up to the waiter and ask him out! Sooooo, I pay with my credit card and sign the receipt. Ted takes the receipt and proceeds to write "Thanks, Shawn! If you're ever bored call..." and puts down my cell phone number. I will be VERY surprised if the guy gives me a call, but who knows? Leave it to Ted and Larry to make life interesting for me...what great roommates...
And now Michael Jackson's response to a question about being a father in a recent "TV Guide" interview:
"I try my hardest. I try to bring them a lot of fun. Once a year I dress up like a clown, with the whole gear --- the nose, the paint. And I give them candy and cookies."
"Candy and cookies and being a clown..." yep, that's pretty much the mark of ANY good parent. And ya know what, just for that quote, I'm gonna be baking a nice batch of cookies tomorrow night for my roomies as we watch Michael Jackson's CRAP-tacular.
Oy...woke up this morning to turn on the tube and see the news about the plane crash in New York. Granted, nothing has been said about it being terrorist-related or not, but it still sucks. And something like this doesn't help to allay my uneasiness about flying. Call me a coward, a wussy, whatever, but I never was a fan of flying in the first place. I've been one to prefer the long cross-country drive...Ironically, I suck at driving, so go figure...
On a much lighter note, last night, I saw Varla Jean's "All Washed Up" ad The Village Theater in Hollywood. It was my first drag show so I didn't know quite what to expect. It was a cute, fun show. Not sure if I'd ever go see her perform again, but there were many funny lines in her monologue. It reminded me of a 70s variety show mixed in with that show on TBN with the poodle-haired woman and sprinkled with a touch of "The Gong Show." The big highlight was Varla's perfromance of "Enough is Enough" with Ethel Merman.
Before we went to the show, Ted, Larry, Christie, Rob, David S., and I had dinner at The Cash Cow. It's a nice little restaurant on Santa Monica and Sweetzer in West Hollywood. Every time I've gone there, we've been served by Shawn, this waiter whom I think is just adorable and totally fell into one of my "types" (the blonde hair, blue eyes, boyish face-type)...Cut to the chase...Ted and Larry start ragging on me about how I keep gushing about this waiter and how I should grow some balls and ask the guy out. Now, three things to keep in mind...1) I don't even know if the waiter plays for the team. 2) Even if he is, how do I know he's not single? and 3) If things were turned around and those guys where single, I don't think any of them would go up to the waiter and ask him out! Sooooo, I pay with my credit card and sign the receipt. Ted takes the receipt and proceeds to write "Thanks, Shawn! If you're ever bored call..." and puts down my cell phone number. I will be VERY surprised if the guy gives me a call, but who knows? Leave it to Ted and Larry to make life interesting for me...what great roommates...
And now Michael Jackson's response to a question about being a father in a recent "TV Guide" interview:
"I try my hardest. I try to bring them a lot of fun. Once a year I dress up like a clown, with the whole gear --- the nose, the paint. And I give them candy and cookies."
"Candy and cookies and being a clown..." yep, that's pretty much the mark of ANY good parent. And ya know what, just for that quote, I'm gonna be baking a nice batch of cookies tomorrow night for my roomies as we watch Michael Jackson's CRAP-tacular.
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