It's movie time: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End comes out on DVD on Tuesday, and the latest Harry Potter movie comes out on the 11th. I pre-ordered both of them.
Today was an attempt to do some more holiday shopping. It was mildly successful, and I only came home with one thing for myself: new jeans from Old Navy because I tore a pair at the knee the other day (and it wasn't torn by doing anything more strenuous than putting my feet up on the couch, I assure you).
I did, however, buy myself something cool online. Well, I think it's cool. The Pretty Good Goods catalog has a Light-Up Laser-Etched Crystal Musical Stadium for sale, so I bought the one of Yankee Stadium. I kind of wanted to buy something that showed the stadium before it gets torn down, and I love these crystal etched things. Plus, it's musical! And it lights up! That's cool.
The downside is that with any order over $50, they include a free CD of Garrison Keillor reading The Nativity Story, and there's no way to get it off your order. Hello? I'm Jewish. I don't want it. Does anyone want it?
Thank heavens the Local One stagehands strike is over (tho honestly, it was an idiotic strike to start with). Now I can go see the play Norbert is doing.
Now that I've finished watching season three of House, I find this article incredibly funny.
later on 11/28/07
Well, I found some very nice tops at Target for me, and did the baby-people shopping, but I still have no idea what to get the rest of the people on my shopping list. Argh.
I hate shopping for other people.
Red Sox "holiday packs" of tickets go on sale Saturday morning. Is it so wrong of me to get up and try to buy the pack that has the Spetember Yankees series in it, and then sell the rest of the tickets on StubHub? I didn't think so. I'll give it a shot. Wish the Yankees would hurry up and a) post their 2008 schedule, b) decide if they're doing holiday packs and c) announce when Spring Training tickets go on sale (so I know what other day to set my alarm clock earlier than noon for).
Warm thoughts go out to my friend Jason, who had open heart surgery yesterday, and to his wife Paula. I'm sure he'll come through with flying colors.
Today is (finally) a day off - I plan to go shopping for my coworker's upcoming surprise baby shower, and try to figure out what to get people for the holidays. I hate gift shopping, because I enjoy giving random gifts throughout the year. Doing it all at one time drives me crazy.
Let the food coma begin.
Today I'm thankful for (in addition to family, health etc) learning that my Uncle Peter has done some landscaping work for the Jeter family right here in NJ. I told him to tell Derek I'm single.
I can't believe they're saying it might snow this week. It's way too early!
I wonder if the Yankees are going to have the holiday six-pack tickets on sale again - I think I remember buying them around this time last year, but I don't see anything on their website yet. And now - even before season ticket invoices are out - people already have tix for sale on StubHub.com. Like, tickets for the last Yankees/Red Sox series next September (at Fenway) are on sale for an outrageous amount. I don't want to buy tix to any of the games at the Stadium until they actually go on sale here, because chances are good that I'll be able to get them for a normal price, but tix for Fenway are another story... tempting.
I'm off from work til Saturday. Tomorrow is a day of doing nearly nothing (and I say nearly because I'm taking one of my residents over to the hospital to visit her husband). And Thursday is turkey at Aunt Barbara's and then a food coma.
I lied; I curled up with Nora Roberts instead - Clive is coming to work with me tonight. I'm working my usual double (last night, when I was leaving, I said to Duncan, "I've got to go, I'm working tomorrow, a double." He replied, "Are you sure you should be having a double if you have to work tomorrow?" I love my friends) and hopefully the time will be peaceful enough to get some reading done.
The other winning comment of the night came from Scott, who I hadn't seen in ages (that is, pre-boobs).
Me: Scott! I got boobs! (he's a gay man, I can say this)
Scott: I know! They look bigger. How much?
Me: (awkward pause)
Guy next to Scott: (awkward pause)
Me: I don't think you can actually ask that.
Scott: I mean size, not money.
(laughter all around)
I should have learned this by now - don't listen to ESPN Radio for the traffic reports. Every time they say it's twenty minutes at the tunnel, it's like they forgot to add "an hour and" on the front of that timeframe. Took forever to get into the city, which put a damper on the plans I had to do some shopping before meeting Tesse and Michael and Duncan.
Plus, while I was in the tunnel, with its bumper to bumper traffic, this cop car with flashing lights was coming up behind me, blaring "move over" to all of the cars in its way. Move WHERE, exactly, officer?
So I got into midtown, and called Tesse, to find out where she was. She was on a bus to the east side to pick up a check, so I offered to come over and get her and spare her the bus ride back to Lincoln Center. We arranged a pickup spot, and then discovered that I couldn't get there on car (due to, say, Grand Central Terminal being in the way), and then she couldn't get to where I was pulled over with the blinkers on because of other buildings blocking certain blocks. Eventually, we met up and drove uptown. Tried to figure out what to do if a cop came up behind me while I was pulled over with the blinkers on - "What? Officer? Why am I stopped here on 44th and 5th? It's because I had a sudden onset of the stomach *fake vomit* flu." Juvenile? Sure.
We parked at Lincoln Center and met Michael at Barnes and Noble for sandwiches, soup and dessert (and the new Clive Cussler book, which appears to have none of the characters from any of his other series in it, but I'm sure it'll still be good). And off to meet Duncan at the theatre!
The Glorious Ones was as if you took the characters from Kiss Me, Kate, tossed them in a blender with the characters of The Fantasticks, and added the score from Ragtime. Literally. There were entire phrases lifted from Ragtime. Same composers and all. And it just led me to believe that Marc Kudisch had only one really winning role in his career (Carl-Magnus in Night Music) - he really does nothing for me.
So after a disappointing show, we piled into the car and drove down to midtown to stop in at Cindy's birthday party. Had one drink, wished her a happy day, and then I drove home. And now I'm off to curl up with Clive.
The Devil Rays are cutting the word "Devil" from their name. Perhaps, as The Onion suggests, they should change sports as well. But it is nice knowing in advance who will end up last in the American League East every season.
And A-Rod is closer to staying a Yankee. If you're conflicted over what to do with all that cash ("It's not just cash, Bobby, it's a whole lot of cash."), I know some old folks who could use it. Send it to where I work.
I heard some bits of Johnny Depp singing from the upcoming Sweeney Todd movie. Singing is not his forte. But I still can't wait to see the movie. And also there's a sequel to National Treasure coming out. The first one was cheesy (there's a treasure map on the back of the Declaration of Independence?), but you know, I like cheesy sometimes. And I really like Nicholas Cage.
I worked three days in a row where I only had six hours of sleep between shifts. And then I spent today catching up on sleep - I slept for 14 hours. I think getting the flu shot on Monday added to my being tired, too. Last year when I got it I felt a little run down, too, but better than having the actual flu.
I had a weird dream about roadtripping to Memphis, a city I have no interest in going to. At all. In my dream Memphis, there was a huge water park, and I was driving there just go go on the water slides. Not my idea of a vacation highlight, I have no idea why I dreamed about it. I do want to go back to Paris. And Ireland. And Tampa (well, that'll happen in the Spring).
Jorge and Mo are coming back next season - and I love that A-Rod says he wants to come back, and the Steinbrenner children (spawn?) said they will only negotiate with him if his agent stays out of it. That's hysterical. I don't think it's going to happen. But I also don't think there are any other teams that will ante up the cash A-Rod is looking for, so maybe he will come back. But what's the point of signing someone to a ten year deal, when no player ever stays for the entire ten years?
Damn it, they stole my idea.
Well, the best part of last night was certainly not the play. I guess if I had a better understanding of Czech politics, it might have been more enjoyable. But I had a great time getting dinner with Tesse (Vintage: where nachos and martinis DO go together), and we ran into Michael and brother at the show, and our friend Cindy passed by outside the theatre.
Tesse asked if I want to see the new Ahrens and Flaherty musical next week ("Can we see a happy musical next time?"), and it's the same night that Cindy's having her birthday party at the Tenth Avenue Lounge, so we're going to make a night of it.
It's times like this that I really miss living in the city.
In the "Oh, why do I work every weekend" category, an event I would love to go to:
Neil Berg is presenting a Special Concert on Saturday, November 24th at 8pm at The Irvington Town Hall Theater in Irvington, New York with The Legendary Voice of The New York Yankees, John Sterling. Along with John will be Special Broadway Guests Brad Little (Phantom of the Opera - 2000 performances!), Neil Berg and Barbara McCulloh (King and I, Peter Pan).Wonder why Suzyn Waldman isn't listed - she's an actress.
John will be discussing everything going on with The Yankees (ARod, Joe Torre, Joe Girardi, and will have Brad, Barbara and Neil join him as his guests to perform some classic Broadway songs as John is a Broadway fanatic!
This should be quite an incredible evening as Neil brings together his two great loves: Baseball and Broadway! What a great way to spend the Saturday night over Thanksgiving weekend!
later on 11/7/07
There wasn't too much traffic going into the city. Found a prefect parking lot right by Classic Stage (and even closer to an excellent Chinese restaurant, where I had shrimp dumplings and udon noodle soup). Richard III was alright. But with the exceptions of Michael Cumpsty and the actress playing Queen Margaret, I didn't think there was enough emotion in it. It was a very good production overall, tho, I enjoyed it. I do think, however, that anytime anyone does a Shakespeare history play, they ought to publish a family tree.
It's probably common knowledge that Michael Cumpsty is going to be in the Sunday in the Park revival this winter, but I just found out today. Must buy tickets.
I stopped in at Marie's Crisis on the way home - I hadn't been there in over a year, but wanted to show off the new boobs and see if anyone I knew was there. That's right, show off the new boobs to a bunch of gay men. They apparently look fabulous.
And it took two hours to get home, because they had one lane of the Holland Tunnel closed while construction is going on at the New Jersey side. What a pain.
Now I have something else to listen to in the car this week (since I have lots of driving time, what with Richard III tonight and the new Tom Stoppard play tomorrow with Tesse): a CD of Jonathan Larson's demos, sung by him and remastered. Can't wait to listen to it.
We borrowed the first two seasons of House from Aunt Barbara - I'm loving this show. I'd never seen it, because I work Tuesday nights when it's on, but catching up is just as good. I do wonder tho, in this huge teaching hospital, where are all of the nurses, lab techs and radiologists? The doctors seem to need to brush up on their delegation skills.
Ooh, Michael Cumpsty is doing Richard III at Classic Stage. My critic friends, upon hearing that I'd purchased a cheap ticket go next week, reminded me that they had previously invited me to go, but it must've been for days I had to work, because I completely forgot the invitation. But never mind that, I'm going. My kingdom for a naked towel-dropping scene, ala Enchanted April.
I had my annual evaluation at work today - my boss said she's very pleased with the improvements I've made this year, and I thanked her and said I'm still loving my job and taking on new responsibilities. Raise should kick in retroactive to 10/10/07 with this next paycheck.
So I was going to go to the Halloween party at work dressed as a student nurse (I know, big stretch and highly original), but I didn't want to deal with pinning my cap on my hair. So instead, I raided my closet for my short, velvet, deep blue, fringed dress, my Betsey Johnson black velvet fur-collared coat, my three-inch heels, my tan, straw-colored-with-the-big-bow "Yes, I am a flapper hat" and some necklaces made out of Christmas beads (OK, the beads were not in my closet).
At the party, they had all of the employees parade around in costume, and the residents voted on "best costume".
I won first prize. I rule.
I think it was the legs.
Oh, and I brought scrubs to change into - my feet cannot handle the three-inch heels for long.
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