I am totally out of steam tonight as I worked a full day, raced to the boarding place where my dog is spending the next five days, raced home to meet my dad who drove up from Peoria, and then raced to the Goodman Theatre to watch a production of Tennessee Williams’ Camino Real. The play/musical is the oddest spectacle I’ve ever witnessed. Probably a reason it’s only been performed by a handful of companies over the past 60 years. It’s nuts.
Finished packing for my trip to San Francisco tomorrow, and cleaned the cat box.
With my carry-on, I always pack exactly the same. The most current issue of Vanity Fair, Kindle, and then “the decision.”
“The decision” is which paperback to pack to whip out during that awful twenty minutes between take-off and when you can use electronic devices. By the way, I seem to always miss that announcement. I’m halfway through the SkyMall and the creep across the aisle is watching movies on his iPad. How the crap did I not hear that it was okay to do this?
Or… maybe he’s a rouge outlaw that sticks it to the man! Or maybe just is stupid, or doesn’t give a shit. Either way, it’s the green light to reconnect. You put the book down, pick up the phone, change to plane mode and launch the app that you’d be ashamed anyone knew you were playing. Like the Christmas version of Angry Birds. Or UNO with three computer players.
Back to the book. It’s always something I got to about chapter three with months before and then promptly forgot. This time it’s Stumbling On Happiness which is empirical research on what makes us happy. Right – you don’t care.
No funny tonight. Well, except this – I am currently balancing thirteen Good & Plentys on my chest while laying in bed on back with a laptop across my crotch. And I’m naked, but the Good & Plentys are only not rolling off my chest because of all the hair. My chest hair literally stops the candy from falling onto the bed. I’m not ashamed of picking through my brush to pull out matted black licorice.
