later on 7/31/06
July seems to have flown by.
The Fantasticks is a really great show, don't get me wrong. The last time I saw it was at the last performance downtown at the Sullivan Street Playhouse. After 42 years there, it closed. It was the last time I saw a lot of my rec.arts.theatre.musicals friends, and the last time I saw our friend Michael Callery alive. It was four months after 9/11, so "Try To Remember" had a lot of significance (still does, I always cry when I hear it).
So I went to see the "revival" tonight with some trepidation. They're playing in the Snapple Theatre Center on 50th Street in midtown. A commercial nightmare. And the show - while essentially the same, just didn't ring true for me. Maybe I've gotten too cynical in the past four years to enjoy it. I don't know. But something wasn't right about it.
Well, slowly I'm knocking off all the major league parks. On our trip south next month, Mom and I are going to swing through Atlanta and see the Braves/Nationals game at Turner Field. Also going to meet up with Jay for (as I put it) "dinner, drinks, or World of Coke." Should be a blast. So now the trip is Charleston, Savannah, Atlanta and home.
I was looking at my calendar to see if there's any way to finagle a trip to Boston to catch both Will in High Fidelity and a game at Fenway (ick, but want to go to see the park), but the show schedule and the Red Sox being at home only overlap by a few days, and my schedule won't let me do it. Jen and I are looking at a trip in October to see the show, if our schedules match up right. Fenway can wait.
I just woke up from a dream that was eerily scary. And not in a horror movie scary kind of way. It was something much stupider, but it gave me the chills. Spooky.
And of course I can't get back to sleep. Not that that's a horrible thing, since it's almost 10am, but I didn't fall asleep til almost 3am and have to work again this evening. Eh, not going to worry about it. I'll go watch Yankees Encore (tho it was a massacre last night, damn you Tampa Bay) or get some reading done. And try to figure out the hidden meaning behind the weird dream.
I hung up on the only telemarketer I'd want to talk to. The phone rang:
"Hi, may I speak with Catherine?"
"May I ask who's calling?"
"I'm calling from Earthlink High-Speed Inte..."
Whoops. I *do* want high-speed internet access from Earthlink, provided they can switch over my domain hosting and put it on both computers in the house and won't charge a fortune. Come back, telemarketer!
Not only did it not rain again after the 4pm storm, but the temperature actually cooled off about 10 degrees and Chien Ming Wang pitched a complete game, 2-hit shutout. If only I had known... but it really looked like it was going to keep raining.
Super hot today. I can't wait to go to work and bask in the air conditioning.
I think it might just be too hot (and too "chance of thunderstorms"-y) to go to the stadium.
Of course, the rain came down so hard that our power went out for a few minutes. As long as it stays on for game time, I'm staying in.
A-Rod Also Leading Yankees In Grammatical Errors - I love The Onion.
Missy and I have tix to tomorrow night's game (my third "Cap Night" this season). I just know we're going to get another thunderstorm.
later on 7/26/06
Yay, tickets for Jersey Boys are finally available. At least for one Wednesday matinee in September. So Mom and I are going. It's going to be a busy rest-of-the-summer. Coming up in August is a trip to Philly to root for the Mets, our trip to Charleston and Savannah, and September is a trip to Baltimore to root for the Yankees.
Disappointing new cast for DRS. That's a shame, because Brian d'Arcy James is a favorite of mine. Maybe he needs time to just settle in - big shoes to fill, after all. I spent the post-show time trying to figure out who they should have gotten instead of Keith Carradine, who just didn't have the charisma needed for the part. I'm thinking James Naughton.
Perfect roadtrip weather - and I have the sunburn to prove it. I look like a tomato. I think I had the top down on the car for the entire trip.
I made it up to VT on Sunday with no problems (and no rain). Since I got there early enough, I changed my ticket for Urinetown to Sunday night (instead of Tuesday) so I wouldn't have to backtrack back up to VT after going to Jen's. I had dinner at the Swiss Inn, where I always stay (Joe, the owner, teased me about getting another flat if I dared to leave my car and its Yankees stickers outside in New England), and then went into town for the show. Weston Playhouse does some great shows (even if they blatantly copy the direction from Broadway), and there were a handful of people in the show who I'd seen in things down here.
I was up bright and early for breakfast (Joe's wife Pat makes amazing blueberry pancakes), and then I did some VT driving - into town to hit the Vermont Country Store, and then up Route 7 to check out Rutland (where the company that owns the place where I work also owns another facility, which of course I couldn't find because I forgot to bring the address). Rutland is terrific, the second largest city in VT, after Burlington. Once I am not-bankrupt, I'm thinking about moving up there, and I know I'd have a place to work. I mentioned to Joe at the inn that the big thing I'd miss is going to Yankee Stadium so frequently, and he said (blasphemously), "There's always Fenway." He knew I was too full of pancakes to throw anything at him, and in any case, he said it doesn't matter to him because he's a Phillies fan anyway.
So I drove around, did some shopping, and in the late afternoon I headed south to Pittsfield to see Jen and Sean. They're doing well and their cat, Gatsby, is huge - Pippin-sized, but with long fur. And the friendliest thing ever. We caught up on a year's worth of gossip, and had dinner at the Forge, where we got a table outside on the lake. I think we were all planning that there would be enough leftovers to bring home, but we were all starving and didn't leave any crumbs. God bless Massachusetts for the cheap cider, too. I can do without the Red Sox fans tho.
I got up yesterday and went to meet Jen at the museum, where she works. It's where she had her wedding reception, and I didn't recognize the upstairs without the tables and chairs that were set out when I was there last. They're doing two exhibits that I went to see - one about baseball, including the ordinance that mentions baseball being played in Pittsfield waaaaay before Abner Doubleday was even out of short pants, and another one about bugs. Which was fascinating but really, really, icky. I mean, I don't even like pictures of bugs, and they had not only large, blown-up pictures of icky bug-parts, but live jumbo cockroaches and a tarantula and a scorpion. But there was one artist who used huge (we're talking like five, six inch) dead bugs of all colors to decorate a wall as if it were wallpapered. I said to Jen that I'm glad we live in a climate where our bugs are tiny. Relatively.
Since I'd moved my theatre ticket, I wound up with yesterday free and no obligation to go back up to VT. So I checked my map and headed west to Cooperstown. Hall of Fame weekend is this coming weekend, and it must be summer vacation for the rest of the free world, because the town was packed. The museum was packed, and the HOF was more packed. They added a new exhibit about the World Baseball Classic (so it was appropriate that I was wearing my Roger Clemens WBC t-shirt), and they're updated the placard in the "records" section to show Barry Bonds' updated home run count. I spent a few hours there, and then decided to come back home a day early.
I was going to stretch it out a day longer and visit Olana, Fredric Edwin Church's house on the Hudson River, but when I looked it up online at Jen's, there's a big sign that says they aren't doing house tours during 2006 to install a new fire safety system. So I guess I'll have to go next year.
So I have today off - going to the city tonight to see the new cast of Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.
later on 7/22/06
Well, the best laid plans and all that... I came home from work, went to get gas, and stopped at 7-11. When I came out of the store, my back tire was flat. Now, if I were going to get a flat, I was expecting it to be the one in the front, the one with the slow leak. But no, my rear passenger tire was completely blown out. I put the spare on, and took it to the tire place. Even tho they were technically closed at 4pm, and it was 4.15pm, they looked at the tire. While they had it up on the platform, the mechanic said that two other tires were bald, so I just had them install a whole new set of tires. So, $480 and one comment about how I was one of the few women to ever come in having changed their own flat tire (what do women do, get the car towed to the shop for a flat?), I have four new tires.
To add to that, while I was waiting for the tires to be installed, we had this fantastic lightning and thunder storm, with pounding rain and a minor flood. So I called the hotel in VT and explained that I wasn't coming up tonight, and could I cancel. No problem. So I'm going up tomorrow instead.
Rough day at work, and I got permission to find a replacement for myself and take off tomorrow. So I'm off to VT tonight, to MA to see Jen on Monday, and to VT for one more night Tuesday night before I come back home. I need it.
Now, I know this is girly, but I want to mention my fingernails. The ones that never grow because they always chip or break. Well, they were actually at a decent long length over the past two weeks, and I had nail polish and everything on them. And it was nice that I could do work-related things with them - untie knots, peel off stubborn nitro-patches etc. But I discovered as they grew longer that I couldn't type. And that bothered me. So I cut them off last night. And we're not even talking long-long. Maybe just a bit longer than nonexistant. But enough that I couldn't type. So now they're back to Catherine-length.
I can't wait to get up to MA/VT next week. I'm working the evening shift today in exchange for not having to work a double on Sunday, so I won't be exhausted for the drive.
My friends in Astoria have no power. It's a zillion degrees out (tho not as bad as the beginning of the week when it was more than a zillion degrees).
Well, not only was it still 100 degrees when we left after the 5th inning (Yankees down 4-2), but as soon as we crossed over into NJ, the skies opened and there was a thunderstorm. I think I've only been to two games this year where it didn't rain. I waited up at home for the rain delay to end - the game was tied with two outs in the bottom of the ninth, one runner on, and a 3-1 count on A-Rod when they stopped the game. Two hours of rain delay, and the Yankees went on to win in the 11th with a solo homer by Melky.
The rain did cool things down a little today tho, which is a welcome relief.
And I'm really glad that work is air-conditioned.
I hate when I'm reading a book, and then I think of another book that's similar that I want to read, and I know I own the second book, but can't find it. Example: I was just reading Fermat's Enigma, which is a fantastic book by Simon Singh. And I was thinking, "I know he has another book that I own, but I can't remember what it's called." So I dash to amazon.com and look it up (It's called The Code Book). Now, I know I own the book, and I remember loving it. But I can't find it anywhere on my bookshelves.
So, if I lent it to you, please give it back.
Time for heat stroke at the Stadium, as Mom and I are off to see the Yankees beat the Mariners.
I'm heading up to Jen's next week, can't wait. I hope it's cooler up there! They're doing Urinetown at the Weston Playhouse, too, so I'm going to go to Jen's on Monday and stay over, then go up to Weston and stay over Tuesday night and come home on Wednesday.
Heat wave! And they mean it - 98 degrees, maybe up to 100 today. I spent some time in the air conditioned hospital visiting one of our patients, and I'm planning to spend the rest of the day alternating between the kiddie pool (which is filling up right now) or in front of the fans. On high. I'll crank up the AC in my room for tonight - last night it felt so good.
OK, lunch and pool.
I was tempted to go to the Stadium tonight (even tho Mom and I are going tomorrow) - there's the chance that if we win and the Red Sox lose, we'll be in first place. It's time for the annual choking of the Sox, as they start to fail miserably, and I want to be there for it. But it's too hot. And we're going tomorrow.
What I really wanted to do today was go see Norbert's last performance in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels with Tesse. What I'm really doing today is going to work.
We got to see what happens when a baseball fan curses an NYPD officer. Let's say it involves handcuffs and being literally thrown out of the stadium. Thank god it was a White Sox fan. The game was terrific, we won 6-5 in a real nailbiter. We also went to see the movie Wordplay, about crossword fanatics - and Mike Mussina was in it. Love him.
Hugs to Miss on her bad kitty news.
Actually stayed for the second act of Hamlet - how nice (and interesting) to hear the "original" Shakespeare. Much different, and there's a scene in it between Gertrude and Horatio that summarizes the England trip that I really enjoyed. It's summarized in a scene between Hamlet and Horatio in the popular version, and it was a nice change to see how it was originally done.
Yankees tomorrow. I'm bringing my new pullover windbreaker, courtesy of Dad, who knows that it always rains when I go to the game, and that I would never spend the money on the jacket myself.
No surprise - the AL won the All-Star game again. I still can't get over that David Ortiz is only 30. I guess I always thought he was older.
Today's plan - there be pirates! Movie day. Tomorrow, work (getting tired of this day shift thing, no surprise there either, so I asked the staffing woman to look into any 11-7 vacancies that I can switch to, I should know tomorrow) and then belated birthday dinner with Dad and a reading of the first quarto of Hamlet with Tesse.
My Visa bill is hovering around $1500 for the first time I think ever. Just in time for summer travel.
I love being in the Yankees fan club. Not only do they send you lots of goodies, including the Yankees Magazine and free stuff, they sent two free tickets to Fan Club Appreciation Night (at a game vs. Tampa Bay) in September. That is so cool.
Last night, at this "Rockers on Broadway" concert (which was fantastic), I ran into all kinds of people I hadn't seen in forever. On the line to get our tickets, the woman ahead of us turned around and said, "Catherine? You probably don't remember me, but..." and I immediately said, "Of course I do! I have a picture of us in front of the backstage wall at Rent from ten years ago." I hadn't seen Jaye since the Rent line, probably 9 or 10 years, so it was great to catch up. Then I ran into Scott, who I hadn't seen in a few months, on the line as well. Once we got inside, a guy came up to me and said, "I can't remember your name, and you probably don't remember mine, but we worked together in Montclair for the summer many moons ago." Somehow I pulled his name - Michael - out of my memory. He's working as the lighting operator at Jersey Boys now. Must drop him a note and ask for house seats. And then Jim was unexpectedly playing the gig last night, he didn't know he was going to be there until the day before, when the guy who organized it asked him. So all in all it was a great night, and I didn't leave at intermission.
I can't believe it's the All-Star break already - the season is half over!
I really want to go to Israel and Jordan. But I think I'd rather go with a tour group than on my own, just because of the visa work involved and that it's not a "Western" country. Completely different culture.
OK, now not only am I not allowed to pick shows to see, I am not allowed to pick productions of good shows, either. We went down to New Brunswick to see Songs For A New World, an excellent show. Well, add one intermission (for a 90 min one-act), six actors instead of four, a bad set that looks like something out of Aida, tempos that don't match the singers - or vice versa - and you've got something that was worth walking out of. At said intermission.
So I'm not allowed to pick any more theatregoing activities.
Big plus of walking out - I get to go to bed at a decent hour. Have to get up for a double shift tomorrow, so I need my beauty sleep.
Ah, a day off - perfect for visiting one of my patients in the hospital, and watching the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. Anticipating the second one - but I won't have time to go until Monday, my next day off. Can't wait!
I am famous.
Another Indians massacre! A few years ago, they beat us 22-0, and last night they won 19-1. It was depressing but funny, in a "what's going to go wrong next?" way.
Moose is on the cover of Yankees Magazine. Love him. Must go read it and then watch Yankees Encore for today's game, since I only got to see the beginning of it at work.
Well, I ended up working the overnight shift last night and am doing it again tonight. The overtime on my next check will be amazing. Night shift is a lot different - and I got to learn a few new clinical things (drawing blood from a central line) that we don't do during the day. And the pace is a lot slower - with the exception of a bit of craziness at the start of the shift, things were calm overnight. Hope tonight is just as good. Must nap.
later on 7/1/06
I have to learn to stop saying things like, "If anyone calls out, you can call me."
Especially when the respiratory therapist asks me out, and I have to say, "I'd love to, call me and see if I actually have to work or not," because I'd feel bad reneging on saying I can work.
The year is half over, how about that.
Apart from the rain delay, the part of the game we went to was terrific. The people around us, who we see at every game, are hysterically funny, so we always have fun in the stands. We're going to get season tix again next year, and do the same thing as we did this time - trade back and forth when we can't go, and if neither of us can go, sell them. We love that we got tix for the Red Sox and Mets games this season. Definitely a great investment.
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