Joba's supposed to make his first start on Tuesday. They have seats available right behind home plate. I want to go. It's tempting. But I'll have to see how the staffing is at work, and try to finagle the day off.
Yankees no longer in last place, Tampa Bay still in first place in the AL East. Will wonders never cease?
I woke up with a headache today - and of course, the loud, whiny neighbor was out in full force, whining at the top of her lungs. I just want to throw a brick at her or something.
And her little dog, too.
later on 5/30/08
Jeez, I can't believe Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote anything that wasn't morally screwed. Take South Pacific - racism, child abuse, prostitution. Add in Carousel, King and I etc, and you'd have a field day. I wonder if anyone's ever written a book about the morality in their shows.
Paulo Szot sang beautifully, and Kelli O'Hara and Danny Burstein were also fantastic.
And proving that I can't go anywhere without my inherent celebrity shining through, as we were leaving Lincoln Center, my friend Eric (who I haven't seen in years because he moved to LA) called out my name. Great to see him again, and I guess neither of us have changed at all, since I recognized him right off.
My government "economic stimulus" check arrived today - hope it doesn't bounce.
Juggling? Not a topic I know anything about (or care about, really) - but my friend Mark is managing this Russian juggler, and there's an article in the Times this weekend. Check it out.
Tomorrow is South Pacific with Mom and Grandma - can't wait! First, I have to go to a meeting at the per diem job for the nurses. I keep reminding myself that I am just there for the paycheck, because otherwise I would tear my hair out trying to fix everything
I'm looking at ordering picture frames from Steiner Sports, so I can frame some other photos I have, but there isn't a place to add the matting. So I emailed them to ask if I can get the matting along the frame so everything matches. I wonder if a framing store (like the one at the mall) would have something similar. I should just drive down and check it out.
I have a new signed photo of Joba. And I won an auction for a signed Sandy Koufax (Sandy!) photo, which I have yet to pay for since I have to put the funds into paypal.com before I can pay the seller. And I want frames that match the Aaron Boone and Bucky Dent ones so my wall will look nice.
The doctor who did employee physicals at work yesterday said he heard a heart murmur. I know I had one when I was a baby, but nothing has ever popped up since then, and I even had an echo done after my car accident! So tonight, when one of the cardiologists came in, I mentioned it to him, and he said, "just stop by my office and see me." So I have to see if my insurance covers him, and get a referral from my primary MD. Fun fun.
later on 5/27/08
Another day, another Yankees loss, another player to the DL.
Gotta get up early tomorrow - doctor's appt at 10.30am. Eek.
I know I am not a morning person, and I know I have insomnia, but even when I'm dead tired after work, I can't manage to fall asleep. So I'm up til 4am reading and watching SportsCenter and whatnot. It makes me really miss living in the city, where I could actually be out and about until 4am, instead of being home thinking about sleep. But man, even when I'm exhausted, I still can't sleep.
On that note - is anyone around on the 4th of July weekend? I'm going to be in the city for the entire weekend, and would love to go out, get dinner, grab drinks, celebrate my birthday a week late - you name it. As Bobby said, "Whatever it is, the answer is 'Yes.'" Or something.
It's actually nice out! Warm and sunny! And I was woken up this afternoon by the wafting scent of barbeque. It must be Memorial Day. I'll be spending it with actual veterans at work.
later on 5/23/08
Two highlights from the game:
Oh, but we won last night - and it didn't rain! Joe Girardi was ejected in the ninth inning in a show worthy of Billy Martin, complete with hat-kicking and dirt-stomping. Yankees still in last place in the AL East, however.
I hate to say it, but I wasn't thrilled with the new Indiana Jones movie. I just didn't like it - they should have stopped after three. This one was like a combination of National Treasure and Close Encounters, with some horrendous accents thrown in. They did have two super lines tho - Harrison Ford repeating the Star Wars standard, "I have a bad feeling about this," and a riff on one of my favorite passages from Urinetown: "It's not just cash, Bobby Strong, it's an awful lot of cash."
Parts of the movie were filmed at Yale, which looks beautiful. I've never been, might have to make a trip up there.
I hit the magic $20,000 mark in my savings account. I am more than two-thirds of the way to a new car. Magic!
Oh look, it's drizzling, and a 30% chance of rain for tonight.
later on 5/21/08
Finally! A Yankees win! And - even better - when I got home from work tonight, the letter with the info on the All Star Game pre-sale for season ticket holders was waiting in my mailbox. They go on sale June 16th at 10am. I will have to get up early for that - I hope I can get tickets, but it's doubtful. I'm sure they'll go like the proverbial hotcakes.
Tomorrow, we're taking Aunt Barbara and my cousin Matt to the game. I cannot believe they've never been to the Stadium. What kind of sheltered life are they leading out there in western NJ, anyway?
Next week is Pinstripes in the Park on the big screen in Bryant Park. Bucky Dent, Mike Torrez, David Cone and Graig Nettles are scheduled to appear. Sounds like it'll be a blast.
Working the per diem job is enjoyable, but I walk out of there every night with a list of "things I would do differently if I worked there fulltime" - some of which I left in notes for the director of nursing. But, with the exception of some of the paperwork, it's pretty much the same work as my regular job. They've asked me to come on fulltime, but I really like where I work and don't plan to leave. Plus, I love my schedule, and don't want to have to change anything. The flexibility of the per diem is a big draw.
The way the crappy weather has been lately, I think we're just going to skip Spring and go right into Summer. We'll wake up one morning and it'll be 90 degrees out, and no looking back. There's only been one day so far this "Spring" that I've been able to forego leggings and a long-sleeved shirt under my scrubs. Just too cold out.
Apparently, the final performance of Rent will be shown in movie theatres. I guess like the Met is doing with the HD broadcasts. That should be interesting.
Last night's game was so discouraging, that I tried to do a rain dance once the Orioles were up by 7 runs. In the first inning. I figured, if the rain had actually continued like it was supposed to, the game could have been called. But no. It didn't rain. And we lost, 12-2. Other than the score, it was a good game, with a brawl and a nasty hit-by-pitch to Derek Jeter, which looked like it broke his hand.
I remember saying that at least things aren't as bad as they were last year, but they really kind of are.
I'm excited that Jay is coming up from the depths of Atlanta this weekend, but I wonder if I'll actually get to see him, since my weekend looks something like: Yankees game, Yankees game, work work work work work.
For all the people who care, and don't know what to get me for my birthday (the big 3-4) next month, a gift certificate to Steiner Sports wouldn't come amiss. I want to save for something to commemorate the final season at the Stadium, and they have some very cool things.
Like the signed Aaron Boone pic from 2003 that I bought. Gulp. Must find another place of honor on the wall, so he can join Bucky Dent. I wonder if they have a Bill Buckner photo - then the trilogy would be complete.
(They do. I am refraining at this time.)
I can't believe Jon Lester threw a no-hitter. On the heels of the LAST no-hitter thrown, which was also by (ugh) the Red Sox.
Must run - I told my 94-year-old lady at work, who I adore, that I would stop at Carvel and get her an ice cream sundae with hot fudge when I came in today.
I am loving the books of Steve Kluger. I know I mentioned reading his latest novel recently, but I'm reading his older books and they're just terrific.
Almost takes the sting out of the two losses to the Mets this weekend.
I want to see both Hamlet and Hair at the Delacorte this summer, but it's going to be near impossible. The day-of free tickets thing is out, because I am not wasting an entire morning in the park, on a line (I did that for The Seagull because I was unemployed). They're having an "online ticket line" with a random drawing, that you can enter each day for a chance at tix for that night's performance, but I WORK in the evenings, so I'd have to chance it on a day I wasn't working, and those are few and far between. And I don't want to see either of them so badly that I would donate $160 (per show) for a "supporter" ticket. Egads. The way to guarantee going would be to rise and shine, wait on line all morning, kill time in the afternoon, and then go at night. But even that isn't a guarantee (we were on the stand-by list for Seagull and I was there all morning). There must be a better way.
Times like this, I miss living in the city.
Freaking rain. I was hoping against the odds that the rain would let up and they would get the game in, but no such luck. We were almost at the Stadium when they announced that they would postpone the game. You'd think they could have called it earlier in the day, but - again - no such luck. It looks like they're going to make it up in June, as part of a split-Stadium doubleheader between Yankee Stadium and Shea. I hope they do it on Friday the 27th, because I can't go if it's Saturday or Sunday, and Missy and I were already going to go out for dinner on the 27th for my birthday. So, fingers crossed.
AC was a good idea, I even managed to break even and not lose all my money.
It was a beautiful day out, so we went up to Trenton after AC, and watched the Thunder beat the Portland Sea Dogs (the Red Sox AA team) 7-2. Not a bad way to spend a spring evening. Especially since the cost of two second row, bound-to-get-hit-in-the-head-by-a-foul-ball tickets to a Thunder game costs what just one of my way-up-in-the-tier tickets costs at the Stadium. It was a blast. The Trenton pitcher, Jason Jones, threw a gem of a game. With all of the injuries to the Yankees, he should be at the Stadium in, oh, say a week.
Tomorrow it's supposed to rain on and off all day, which makes perfect sense, since I have tix to the Yankees-Mets Subway Series game. This makes me laugh: "The Empire State Building will light the north and south sides in Yankees blue and white on Friday, while the east and west sides will be lit in Mets blue and orange."
The Yankees are in last place in the AL East division. But at least they're not doing as poorly as they were at this time last year. They're 20-22 right now. Last year they were on their way to a 21-29 start. And yes, as Derek Jeter would say, in a cliche-ridden voice, "it's a marathon, not a sprint." What's more depressing is that Tampa Bay (Tampa Bay!) is in first place in the division. Sigh.
My signed and authenticated Bucky Dent/Mike Torrez autographed and framed photo has arrived. Perhaps it will bring good luck.
I'm super excited about the new Indiana Jones movie. I will be at the movies next Friday afternoon (since Thursday night is the Orioles game and Friday night is the Mariners), can't wait! And the following week is the Sex and the City movie, and while I won't rush to be there on the first day, I'm looking forward to Mr. Big.
I cannot believe that Christopher Plummer was only 36 when he filmed The Sound of Music. I watched it twice last week (figured out how to work the VCR at work, when I worked the two double shifts in a row) - my coworker on nights and I both know all of the words, it was rather scary to watch with her. But I adore Plummer in the movie (and also as the not-so-nice manager in Somewhere in Time). I can't believe he was that young for SOM.
I think I have an unexpected day off tomorrow! I had given the per diem job a list of dates I could work, including tomorrrow, and they said "yes" to all of them. But when I looked at tomorrow's schedule, my name wasn't on it. So I'm going to call in the morning and see if they need me. If not, maybe I'll go to Atlantic City or something - haven't been there in ages.
I don't know what day it is! I worked a double shift on Saturday, and another double on Sunday, plus yesterday and today. And tomorrow and Thursday are at the per diem job. Friday - I can breathe.
A much more accurate review by Variety. Especially the bits about Nathan Gunn. It's nice to see that the rest of the world will now
ogle admire him as well.
later on 5/8/08
Nathan Gunn was hands down the best thing about Camelot. He sings fantastically well, looks terrific (leather pants!) and just commanded the stage. On the other end of the spectrum, Gabriel Byrne (who I think is a terrific actor) should not even put this on his resume. The man cannot sing. At all. And he didn't even do a good acting-while-pretending-to-sing job, ala Rex Harrison. It was embarrassing.
But ah - Nathan. Delicious.
I didn't realize it started at 7.30pm (since the Live from Lincoln Center broadcast wasn't slated to begin until 8pm), so at 7.30, when the overture was starting, I was washing my hands in the ladies room. I had to wait (with about 30 other people who didn't realize it started early) until after "Camelot" to go into the auditorium. Luckily, it was before Nathan made his entrance, so I didn't miss anything.
When we got home, I checked the DVD, the Live from LC did indeed start at 8pm, so I guess they're nearly live. I fast-forwarded just to watch all of Lancelot's parts again.
And bought tickets to the Carnegie Hall Showboat, which he's also doing in June.
In honor of finally beating the Indians (and going to see a fully-clothed Nathan Gunn tonight), I splurged and bought a (framed! matted!) print of Bucky Dent smacking the ball over the Green Monster in 1978, signed by both Bucky and Mike Torrez (the pitcher). I will have to clear a place of honor on my wall for it.
Happy birthday, Jen!
It would have been a happier day if the Yankees had won, but they lost 3-0 to the Indians. My friend Michael and I had a good time anyway - well, of course he did, he's from Cleveland! There was a ton of traffic getting into the city tonight, so I got there the latest I think I've ever gotten to the Stadium before a game, about 6.45pm. And since I stopped at Quik Chek on the way into the city and grabbed a turkey-bacon (yum, bacon) wrap to eat while I sat in traffic, I was able to refrain from the overpriced hotdogs, delicious as they are.
Made it home with no delays whatsoever.
Tomorrow is Nathan Gunn (and others) in Camelot. And Tesse is going, too, so I can finally return her spare house keys.
TDF sent me a "prove you're still eligible" letter - which means to renew my membership for discounted theatre tickets, I need to prove that I'm a student, a teacher, a union member, a member of a non-profit, or older than 62. Help!
Happy actual Nurses Day.
I can't believe Joba gave up the home run. The game was going so well until that point. I wish I'd watched some of the Mets/Dodgers game tonight - Moises Alou stole home, and there was an inside-the-park home run (as Denis O'Hare said in Take Me Out, "Not that I've ever SEEN an inside-the-park home run").
The brochure from the Lyric Opera came today - Nathan Gunn is doing The Pearl Fishers next season. Tempting, but you know, I didn't go for Barber of Seville, so I probably won't go for an opera I know nothing about.
Oh, it's warm.
When I left work this morning at 7am, it was cold and misty. When I went back at 3pm, the sun was shining and it was very nearly warm.
This week is Nurses Week. Hug a nurse!
Good lord, it's MAY, could it please warm up? I lasted seven innings at the game, it was cold and misting-damp all the way through, and by the 7th, I couldn't feel my toes anymore. The game was great, Wang pitched terrifically, Kyle Farnsworth had an inning of cringe-free pitching, Bobby Murcer was back, and we ended up winning. And no traffic on the way home (probably because most of the crowd either didn't show up or left really early).
How'd Phil Hughes break a rib? And can we call him Wild Thing when he gets back?
Today was payday for the per diem job, which means that every Friday is payday now! I have to talk to them next week, because while I worked two shifts, it had a straight "16 hours" on the check, and I know I was there more than the actual 16, what with the night shift coming in late and all. So I need to make sure they're going to pay me for the actual time I'm actually there.
Tomorrow, weekend, back to job #1.
Happy May. I am per-diem-ing today. I want it to warm up soon.
The per diem place asked if I wanted to work fulltime. As a manager. They either love me or are really hard up for nurses. Or both. I prefer to think that they love me. Everyone I spoke to was happy with the work I'm doing, and the residents are (for the most part) an easygoing bunch. I respectfully declined the offer - since I really like my fulltime job and I like being somewhat flexible with the per diem schedule. And since I've been there all of three days, who knows where it'll lead?
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