Posted by jessica on Oct 17, 2010 with
5 Comments
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Funny Stuff,
Thoughts and Feelings
as
accident,
aid,
band,
band aid,
character,
friday night lights,
garrity,
haha,
love,
man oh man,
ouch,
ping pong,
rule of thumb,
selling cars,
sister-in-law,
somethin,
state,
state of texas,
thought,
time
Good rule of thumb (literally, in this case):
Don’t go rooting around for something in the dark. Because you might just find a razor by accident and then have a few very painful slices on your thumb to show for it. And then you’ll ask your wonderful sister-in-law if she has a band aid and, after much thought on her part, she will finally procure something that looks large enough to bind up the state of Texas and you will have to explain that yes, you cut your thumb, but no, you didn’t cut it off.
Also, I know that Jason and I have been mentioning our recent love for all things Friday Night Lights. Jase asked me the other day which character I have a crush on. “Every last one of them,” I said, without missing a beat. “Even the grandmother?” he asked. “Especially the grandmother,” I agreed. And today we all went to a party and man, oh man (is that how you punctuate that saying?), there was one guy there who looked and sounded so much like Buddy Garrity from the show. And then we played ping-pong. He had watched me beat Jase twice in a row (did you think I wouldn’t mention this, Jase?) and finally challenged me.
And turns out Buddy is not just good at selling cars. Cause he beat me, but not without a fight, at least.
A conversation we had, me and Buddy:
Indicating to Darby, Buddy says, “So that’s your sister-in-law?”
Me: yep.
Buddy: Wow, you’ve got a sister-in-law!
Me: I do.
Buddy: That’s somethin’.
Me: I’ve got three of them, actually.
Buddy: Now that’s really somethin’.
Me: It sure is.
Buddy: So you’ve got three brothers?
Me: yes.
Buddy: And they’re all married?
Me: They are.
Buddy: Wow.
……….
Buddy: And are you married?
Me: No.
Buddy: Well, I know why…
this oughtta be good, I think.
Buddy: …You’re just too darn good at ping-pong!
Me: Oh, is that why? I say with a smile.
hahahaha, I think (well, I don’t know if I actually think in ‘ha’s, but you know what I mean), I am certainly not married, but the reason has nothing whatsoever to do with ping-pong.
By the end of the night Jase and Darby were both referring to the Buddy look-a-like as, well, Buddy. But when we were driving home, Jase was all, “We have to stop calling him Buddy! Cause I am going to see him from time to time and I really need to be able to refer to him as Mike.
And gosh, my thumb cuts really hurt.
Posted by jessica on Jul 9, 2010 with
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I Lift My Eyes Up,
Performance,
Thoughts and Feelings
as
body mind and spirit,
East Village,
God,
kind,
life,
mind and spirit,
moment life,
Monday,
part,
rule of thumb,
Shane,
South Africa,
studying in south africa,
Thursday
Between Thursday and Monday of this week, Shane and I have three shows.
That’s the good part.
The sad part is that after that, it’ll be a good five months before we get to play another one. And yes, I said a good five months because I am determined to stay positive right now. Determined to imagine that there could just as well be good things instead of disappointing things up ahead.
And the reason for our little time-off is that Shane is going to be studying in South Africa, which is so very lovely for him, but have you heard? That’s a whole other continent from this one, and so the playing of shows together will be on hold till December.
But tonight was a good one. We played in the East Village in NYC and I suppose it is a good rule of thumb to always bring your own toilet paper to such events. And you’re smart; I am sure you can imagine how I learned this. And you’re right. But moving on.
There’s nothing really like performing, is there? There’s something about giving all of you to a song or a dance or a scene and suddenly your body, mind, and spirit–they’re in this fantastic kind of sync. It’s like finally, all of you is pointed in the same direction and there’s just no room for confusion. Not anymore. I have a dear friend who likens performing to falling in love, and I think I know what she means. Because you might feel down or rather like the little runt of the litter that nobody wants to buy for their seven year old who has finally proven they can handle a puppy, but then you sing; you wonder where singing has been all your life.
And you stand there and the words, they pour out of you like a light you didn’t even know was inside–not when you were sure there was so much darkness lately. And then the melodies. They fly and you can’t help but go with them and in this moment, life is so good.
And you are smiling and giving of yourself and it feels like this could be a clue as to what life is all about anyway.
And you feel like God is smiling and you give him the kind of sideways glance that can only come from the very surprised birthday girl after she has walked into a roomful of HAPPY BIRTHDAYS!!! all around. And once she sees a certain someone tickled pink, she gives them a look as if to say, You planned this, didn’t you? You knew all along…
At which point the person smiles and nods quietly in response.
But right, the show was a blast.
I’m gonna miss all this business come Tuesday, that’s for darn sure.
