The workday has ended but I am still behind my desk. I keep going back and forth between just calling it quits and going home or sitting here and finishing the work I was unable to accomplish today. The problem is that the later it gets, the less likely I am to accomplish anything. My ability to become distracted just surges. I feel good that I am working late but is it honestly work when I am just reading ArmyWifeToddlerMom and Dustbury and Kozaburo and Nathan and Ranting Rob?
Last night I finally opened the last season box set of La Femme Nikita and started watching. I’ve been holding off because I hate to see the series end. I know, I’ve been really stretching it. Right now I am itching to watch that last DVD so I can finally find out what happens to Nikita and Michael. I’m gonna guess that Nikita is only going to get pretend cancelled and she and Michael will escape together to live the rest of their lives in blissful harmony with the universe. Yeah, that would work for me. Much better than that horrible ending of Forever Knight where LaCroix kills Nick. Can it be? Am I actually sitting here blogging about TV Shows that ended well over 5 years ago? I think I’m gonna pack up and go home. This is useless.
I just ate a burrito for lunch AND I AM STILL HUNGRY!?! I think I just need to wait and let it settle in my stomach. Eventually my body will figure out it’s not starving.
I awoke this morning with a weird feeling; I reached my hand out to make sure my alarm clock was on and as I was feeling the switch, the darn thing went off! Perfect timing! I stayed in bed for a half hour because I wanted to and I rationalized that I could leave the house at the same time as long as I sacrificed a shower. And I did. My hair is pinned back so it’s not completely obvious that I didn’t wash it today. Of course I washed it yesterday so it’s not like I am being disgusting. It’s just that I’m one of those unlucky souls who simply must wash their hair everyday or else it looks blah and oily. I remember some girl once told me that her hair only starts to look good after day 3 without a shower. I don’t know how that is possible. I wish I could experience that since I do feel rather guilty taking so many showers considering how we are on the precipice of total environmental annihilation. Well, at least my hair will look okay when the rivers run red.
1. How can I possibly be 5 years behind on this? Nena and Kim Wilde recorded a duet in 2003 and I only now find out!?!?!
2. When did Nena turn into Joan Jett?
3. I simply can’t get over how good both of these ladies look! I am so happy to be growing old in today’s age, with so many glorious specimens of women, past 40, looking great and continuing to attract attention. (Poor Gloria Swanson was only 53 when she was relegated to portraying decrepit Norma Desmond in Sunset Blvd)
And please note any sapphic undertones present in this video are merely normal expressions of European behavior.
Friday night, I called the Kimmel Center’s Box Office hoping to buy tickets for the Max Raabe and Palast Orchester’s Saturday night performance. “Sorry Lady, SOLD OUT!” I don’t take no for an answer so I inquired about other approaches to getting tickets. I was told to arrive at the Box Office at 5:30 and I might get some rush tickets. Lisa and I left for Philly and got to the Box office around 5:15 where we stood in a long line. Who knew Max had such a following? Regardless, I kept the vision of us sitting in the theater enjoying the music of Max Raabe and the Palast Orchester in my mind. When we finally got to the window we were told no tickets were left. We exited the theater thoroughly dejected. I couldn’t quite figure out why the Law of Attraction left us high and dry especially since I really saw us sitting there enjoying the show!
We were a bit hungry so we decided to do dinner at this restaurant called Buca di Beppo that stood just next door to the theater. The place was great! There were tons of framed B&W photos on the wall, most of which featured young women with large boobies. The tables had red checked tablecloths and the wine came in baskets. “What a classy joint!” I whispered to Lisa as I motioned toward the painting of the Mona Lisa with her breasts exposed. Lisa told me that this place is actually a chain and not an authentic Italian family restaurant. They really had me fooled! I saw it as a similar restaurant to Arturo’s in NYC. We ate well, we ordered garlic bread and some pasta and seafood dish. There was so much garlic on everything that it clung to me the entire evening and still clings to me now. Once we were finished I told Lisa that we should go back to the box office and give it one more go. “What do we have to lose?”
There was no line at the box office, instead the people lined up to enter the theater. I asked if there were any tickets available.
“Nope, no tickets– these guys are sold out!”
“Please, there must be something available!”
Suddenly the cashier at the next window said, “Wait, I have something!” And he pulled out the final two tickets and we bought them for 46.00 each.
The Law of Attraction didn’t leave us high and dry. Just as I visualized, we sat in the theater and watched Max Raabe sing the songs of the 20’s and 30’s. They were fantabulous! At intermission, we saw Philip, the man we met the last time we saw Max two years ago. Both Lisa and I wanted to invite Philip and his wife back to Ludwig’s for Berliner Weiße mit Schuss (like we did two years ago) but we were so pooped that we just went home.
In the car, I said to Lisa that I learned a couple lessons and I hope she did too.
1. Don’t doubt yourself.
2. Don’t give up.
3. Think twice about ordering Garlic Bread at Buca di Beppo.
And now, here’s a video of Max Raabe performing:
I asked Rob to accompany us but after watching some YouTube videos of Max, Rob decided not to come. He said he feared that after listening to two songs, his balls might dry up and fall off. He stayed home.
And here’s a second video of Max being silly…
This is just a joke, it’s not something they do typically.
I was so looking forward to Halloween. I bought a bag of Almond Joy mini bars. I got home 15 minutes early so I could put out some Halloween decorations and clean up so I didn’t frighten any kiddies. I threw a duraflame into the fireplace and got ready for some trick or treaters. BUT THEY NEVER CAME! At 8:00 a furry, bearded man rang my door bell. It was Rob. He wasn’t in costume. (But he does sing like the Swedish Chef). We ended up watching TV. Phenomenon with Criss Angel and Uri Geller was interesting. There was even an “altercation” between Criss Angel and a Paranormalist, Jim Callahan. After Jim’s performance, Criss Angel pretty much told him he was a joke. Jim didn’t take well to that and the two had to be separated by the host and Geller. I hate to side with either but I think Jim was right to get pissed. Criss Angel is a hypocrite. It’s all obviously fake but how can Criss get all high and mighty when just the other day I saw him on his TV show, Mindfreak talking about his ability to levitate? Of course, it was probably staged and both were in on it.
Sorry I didn’t post Tim Curry singing Anything Can Happen on Halloween! Here it is a bit belated:
