you may recall how excited i was at the prospect of dog/housesitting for jerri and brendan. but my excitement has waned considerably because it didn’t happen INSTANTLY, and i’ve had other things to focus attention on.
BUT I JUST GOT THE CALL! from jerri, who was unloading groceries from her car at her loft which is right across from the staples center. they’re going to NYC sometime at the end of february. I’M THERE! it’s a little difficult to even think of being there, hard to believe. especially on an especially grey cold and dreary january day like today.
so, the play will be over, and off i’ll go. nice. very nice. something FANTASTIC to look forward to.
if you click on the link over there on the right, the one about jerri and bren, you could see photos of their new place. i haven’t actually clicked on it yet, but i’m about to.
la la la la la.
that’s all i have to say.
not really. i wanted to write yesterday about blind melon, but i forgot by the time i was writing last night. after i watched jimmy carter on the news talking about hamas, i focused my attention on the music videos, and watched the entire song “no rain” by blind melon. if you’ve been reading this for a long time, you might recall that one of the people in one of my massage classes in LA was the wife of one of the guys in blind melon. heather thorn is her name. she’s very beautiful and i don’t know why she didn’t want to be in movies or something, but she seemed very happy working in the beauty industry. she tinted my eyelashes, as a matter of fact, which would have been scary but she was very cool and i knew she wouldn’t blind me.
she would talk about the parties she’d go to. i mean, i went to some parties in LA, but i feel that the parties she attended were probably even more extremely party-like. for example, she knew george clooney.
yeah.
anyway, i actually watched the entire video yesterday, because i’d never watched it all the way because usually my attention span isn’t that quite that long. and it was really great – if you haven’t seen it, there’s this chubby little girl in a bee costume who is tap dancing at a school thing, and people make fun of her and she runs away, and she runs all around and is rejected but finally arrives at this sunny field, and she opens the gate and there are all these men and women in yellow tutus and tights like the one she’s wearing, and they all dance around and have a great time.
it’s quite charming. it is interspersed, of course, by the obligatory shots of the guys in the band actually singing the song and playing their instruments. i liked it a lot.
here’s me, expanding my horizons, looking at things more thoroughly, and ABOUT TO GO TO LA!!!!!!!!!!
so monday is better than i’d expected it to be.
i hope yours is good. and if it isn’t, please try to do something fun to make up for it.
yesterday at the grocery store i impulsively bought a SHAPE magazine because one of the articles is 10 DAYS TO A BETTER BODY. this seemed perfect for me, because of the play opening NEXT FRIDAY. gulp. the thing is, though, i haven’t even opened the magazine yet because i’ve been busy doing other things. like buying double-stick tape at the fabric store to prevent a wardrobe malfunction. the double stick tape was seven bucks, which seems ridiculously expensive for TAPE, but hopefully then it will be extra good.
i guess i have until tomorrow to start reading the 10 days to a better body article, because i’d have to start on wednesday in order to achieve the better body by next friday.
ok, so i have a goal now. READ MAGAZINE.
i feel, though, that it’s probably just going to tell me to EAT LESS, EXERCISE MORE. and if you happened to see one of my gracetalks, i already covered this topic thoroughly.
jerri says that all the women at the apartment building where she lives are actual models. and everybody is very rich, and they all have hummers and beemers and all kinds of fancy cars. she says she steps on the elevator with these gorgeous creatures and she thinks, “why didn’t i wear my lingerie?” see, i HAVE the lingerie now! and as christine says, you can wear anything anywhere in LA and nobody cares. so there i’ll be, at the grocery store in LA, sashaying down the aisle in my bustier…
i have to work now.
ok then,
monday grace.