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Things I knew going in:
- claims to America's longest running play every Saturday since 1953 (I think we're all just going to ignore that covid happened).
- comedy about the evils of alcohol
- audience participation what with the cheering the hero, and booing, tomato throwing at the villain
- volunteer cast with all money going to local nonprofits

This thing was like the visual interpretation of too long; didn't read.
There was plenty of alcohol being served. I did not drink near as much as I should have.

Wow, Friend A, who had already seen it once and was patiently living through her suffering, leaned over at about the fourth (OF WAY TOO MANY) curtain drop and asked me how much I hated it. I blinked at her and immediately said ten and a half. The birthday friend and other friend were loving it though.

At one point the villain made a joke and the crowd booed and hissed like they were supposed to, but it just morbid enough that I thought it was hilarious and laughed SO LOUD. People turned to grin at me so I shouted up at the stage that that had been the only funny joke the whole night. The paused so the villain could tip his hat to me and then they carried on.

It was so bad. I loved it. It was . . . an experience.

So the day had and hour and a half of DnD where my borrowed character ate frog legs and stabbed a Beholder, tacos, THAT TERRIBLE PLAY and I didn't even mention being held hostage by the old timey piano player and cowboy magician, and finally a couple of games of Ticket to Ride before I drove home after midnight. I was very pleased.

Got off work yesterday at 1615, went home took a shower, packed and hit the road for a five hour road trip with the mutt. We had a tough time, no heater and I was cold, heater and he was hot, which made him pant, which fogged up the inside of the windows, which froze because it was so cold outside. But I'm here, and I've got dinner set for tonight and as soon as my mom gets up we get to open presents! I hope they like what I got them this year. I wasn't much interested in shopping so everyone got one thing that was maybe a little more expensive than usual. I'll leave again Saturday afternoon, so it's a short visit, but hopefully that means I'll get gone before I regret coming in the first place. Family right?

Since I've got some time to kill:

Reply to this post with "PORGS!" and I will pick three of your icons for you to talk about in your own journal, and then keep the meme going by making this offer on your post.

I porged at calliopes_pen and these were the icons picked:


I made from a random image search.
Before I figured out how to see my old LJ icons, or got the photobucket extension that shows some of the lost images, I was desperate for some holiday icons. I think everyone should have a cat, and a holiday tree, but sometimes the two don't mix. I had to take the tinsel off the bottom have of my tree because my cats wouldn't leave it alone. : ) So I made this one. Poor, bad kitty.


I made this one a million years ago.
My icon making hasn't really changed that much though. I eventually found this one and still liked the coloring. It's Daniel and Cameron from Stargate SG-1 which was my first major attempt to participate in fandom. I don't find SG-1 very rewatchable now, but I remember how much fun I had and all the awesome people I met at the time and wanted to keep it for nostalgia. Plus, they're still very attractive, and scruffy men reading is something I'm always into.


by fivequeenlywits
Donna from Doctor Who. First of all, I thought she was beautiful, but I also fell in love with how assertive she was. Sure, you were supposed to think, 'ha ha, Donna is too much. she'll never get a man who isn't a two-hearted alien who wants her for a sib-mance' BUT why should Donna ever change to fit in? SHE'S AWESOME! I liked this icon because she's in the TARDIS where she ought to be. I really liked the blue against the red of her hair.


Feel free to ask about any other icons, or I'll porg at you if you post the meme!

Okay. I just had a very depressed week even through nothing out of the ordinary happened.

I talked to my mom Sunday night until I told her my phone was dying and it cut out. No one ever calls me so I didn't bother to charge it until Monday night. Tuesday morning, the substitute auto call woke me up at 5:30am so I put it on silent and basically forgot about it. Imagine my surprise when a freakin' cop bangs on my door, scares me to death, but politely asks me to give my mom a call so she'll stop pestering every single police office on campus and in town. Turns out she called my stepmom, my stepdad, my brother, two of my closest friends and was searching for my professor's number if I hadn't called her back by Thursday afternoon.

I was irritated while also slightly amused. I mean really. I'm 25. I think I should be able to go a week without calling in, right? ETA: Okay, so I had ten voice messages that I hadn't heard, but she didn't gent my little brother to email me - that would have had a reply in like an hour. She didn't even want anything, just worrying over nothing.

I really liked the last two eps of SPN. I'll try to catch up Sat/Sun with polls. I'm really loving this series, and I hope everyone who abandoned it last year will give it another chance.

thady if I don't email you by next week, please take out a hit on me and I'll pay you back in my will. I am entirely sucking at everything lately.

Also, since it is Halloween, I did the scariest thing I could think of. I sent my first query letter to an agent in regards to a book. A YA book I've finished, clocking in at 62,758 words. And yeah, odds are I'll win the lottery without buying a ticket before I get published, but . . . I did it, yeah? \0/