Hmm. May 2nd. Looks like I've been ignoring myself and my vain attempts to catalogue my life experiences as my sort-of-but-not-blood-Uncle Craig would say. Let's sum it all up as quickly as possible.
Went to Vegas. It's dirty, kitschy and reminds me of what the vomitorium at the Globe must have been like in the 1570's. Laura convinced me to watch half-naked burlesque set to old timey french music, I convinced her to watch a libertarian and a mute perform magic. All and all, the shows were great, the rest not so much. Time with Laura was nice though and made the whole trip worthwhile.
Discovered that my misanthropy isn't nearly as deep-seated as I would like to imagine it being. I'm actually starting to enjoy the company of others. Lock your children. Er, lock up your children. Nah, just lock your children. It makes others stare.
Grew my hair out. Still deciding if I like it. Laura refuses to let me shave my head, so it stays for now. I've kind of got a pretentious-european-porno-director look going on right now.
Discovered that yes, we are all getting older. It's a bit frightening looking at current pictures of old high school friends. Nearly everyone's either fat, a parental unit, bald or dead. Well, dead is an exaggeration... in most cases. There's still folks like Boris and Ev, who have had remarkable changes in their lives but are still fairly similar to the people I loved back then. I love them for that.
Got the job as Technical Director at Theatrikos. Still underappreciated for what I do, but at least my boss has only one personality. Built three rather impressive sets if I do say so myself.
Discovered the weight-gaining wonders of draining three pints a night. The current goal is to break 160 by January on my patented stout & red meat diet. Think I'll write a book called "Gain Weight and Ensure an Early Heart Attack!"
Speaking of heart attacks, I thought I had one. Got driven in an ambulance to the ER and everything. Turns out it was a case of Condochondritis, defined as "A medical condition marked by inflammation of the cartilage that connects ribs to the sternum." It basically feels like a heart attack without being about your heart at all. Hurts like hell too.
Discovered that after you feel like you've had a heart attack, you have a new lust for life. For about a week. Then it's cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild wifey all over again.
Went back to school. All in all, an extremely mindnumbing experience. I know I'm an intelligent guy and should fit right in to the university climate, but I do not mesh well with the school environment. At this point, I'm just gonna grab that brass ring and move on. Grad school is tempting though; maybe I'll learn something there.
Discovered that I'm a badass at Scrabble. Still can't do crosswords though. How much sense does that make?
Found out that I'm becoming addicted to musical theatre & musicals in general, although my three favorites at the moment are quite disparate. At any given point, I'm either listening to Legally Blonde: The Musical, Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-Long Blog or Repo!: The Genetic Opera. All three are fantastic in completely different ways. Current favorite is Repo! though. I really hope it plays in Phoenix before it comes out on DVD.
Discovered that I hadn't updated my livejournal blog in months. Figured it's time to rectify that.
So I just put in my two week notice at Alien Autopsy Associated, LLC (although by the way Jabba just treated me when I told her she'll be lucky if I'm here that long).
I've got a possible job opportunity that I'm applying for, but I really don't care. I'll go work at Jack-In-the-Box for three months if it means getting away from here.
(Update: I can elaborate slightly now, I just had an interview over at Theatrikos Theatre Company to become their new Technical Director. I should know whether or not I get the job on Monday.)
(Update 2: I just got a call from the theatre, I got the job. I start in June on Six Degrees of Separation.)
So as of today, Laura and I have been together for four years. Four years seems like it should feel like an infinite amount of time, but we’ve been so comfortable in our routine for so long that it doesn’t really feel like that.
I was dating Christine, she was dating Jesus... well, Jesus in Godspell. She was an understudy, I was a board op. I had seen her once before, at a party, and knew that I wanted to be with her, although in honesty it was more lust than love at first sight. Godspell opened, and we kept flirting with each other. There was a cast party at some point at Jesus’ pad, and we spent a good portion of the night away from our significant others, smoking cigarettes and talking. We spent the night in the arms of others, but kept thinking about each other.
Jesus committed an infidelity, I ended a go-nowhere do-nothing relationship, and suddenly we were single. A conversation about Charles Manson (of all things) ensued, and we reveled in our strange mutual interest in serial killers. Ah, romance.
Godspell wrapped up, and a cast/crew party was held at Shaphan’s place, just above Brews and Cues. I was on the balcony, having a cigarette, and spat over the edge of the railing. Just by a few inches, she narrowly avoided my flying spitwad of love. Fortunately, she laughed it off. We still joke about it. I wonder if we would have gotten together if it had hit her?
After many drinks, I laid down on Shaphan’s couch in the wee hours. Mya came and laid down next to me, and after a bit Laura came up and asked Mya if she could take her spot. Mya said "sure!", as she plainly could see what we couldn’t, being blind to love and all that. After much making out, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Without Mya and Shaphan, who knows what would have happened to us?
Fast forward four years, and we’re still falling asleep in each others arms. A lot has happened to us in what really is a very short period of time - getting kicked out of an apartment, two lawsuits, the death of a very dear friend, an improv group, a few plays, a few fights, Laura’s triumphant return to academia, a marriage at Disneyland and more - and we’re still going strong.
All in all, I’m extremely fortunate to have her not just as my wife, but as my best friend.
Alright, I’m done being mushy.
I'm a sucker for baby animals. I'm secure enough in my manhood to admit this.
This baby goat just totally made a bad day better: