i don’t really hate people. but today at about 4:25 p.m., i was very sick of them as a species.
there are many different things i need to cover here, so i need to focus in so i can read something. what, i haven’t decided – something i got from the library. the OLD lincoln library, the one with the books that you can check out, including childrens’ books.
and speaking of abe, i ran into my friend phil tonight and i was SO HAPPY to see him! why don’t i see him more often? i really don’t know. but it’s a darn shame. we had dinner at los agaves, which continues to be my favorite mexican restaurant in town, although i could have eaten fried shoes and they probably would have tasted delicious. i was starving, because of all the fair massages i gave.
one word for the chair massages at the fair this year: fat and sweaty.
first, though, here’s a picture of this very cute dog belonging to my friend mike, who has (no exxageration here, i promise!) around 21 dogs. this dog is a new one, and her name is (i don’t understand why) “lil’creek’s tuesday’s child.”
yeah, exactly, why? but they call her gracie for short (because tuesday’s child is full of grace, and if you don’t know what i’m alluding to, you need to find out and quickly). here she is:
ok, the fair – it was a very, very hot day. no wait, first i want to say this about phil – I LOVE PHIL! he makes me feel energized and uplifted and inspired. i’d like to make people feel that way, and i’d like to know more people who make me feel like that.
anyway, phil is KING of the NEW lincoln library, the one where you cannot check out the books, you can’t bring even a WATER BOTTLE. but actually, maybe he’s just the king of the museum, not “just” the museum, because the museum is the BEST museum i’ve ever been to, and i’m very happy for him that he has a cool job like that.
if it wasn’t for phil, i would never have done my first one woman show. and then i did another one, and now he said to me, “when are you going to do another one?” randy says this all the time, too. actually, randy actually says YOU NEED TO DO GRACETALK NUMBER THREE, SO YOU CAN GET RICH AND FAMOUS, AND THEN SO CAN I.
he won’t tell me how we’re supposed to get rich and famous from it, but he continues to badger me about it.
i do think about it quite a bit, actually. but now that i’m going to be in school three nights a week…
we’ll see.
maybe the busy-ness will make me more busy.
it was so good to see phil tonight.
ok, the fair – when i sat down briefly to rest, i jotted some notes about the people i’d seen, but they’re downstairs and i’m upstairs and there’s no chance of me getting up to get them at this point.
last year, it was cool at the fair. i’m in the illinois building, where it’s cool all the time, but today people were walking around out in the heat, getting hotter and hotter and sweatier and sweatier…and then they came in and expected me to massage them.
most of the time it was fine. a few exceptions. one guy, who was really large and creepy looking – he kept staring at me while i gave massages. very creepy. and then i had to give him a massage. not a good experience.
the funny thing – i kept seeing all these people wondering how there can be so many huge sweaty people in the world…and then when i was done, i walked from the illinois building to the exhibition building. and walking along the street were people who were much, MUCH more unpleasant to look at.
so really, i was getting the cream of the crop in there.
i had a honey ice cream. it was delicious.
i also had a brat. i was going to get some vietnamese food at the ethnic village, but i asked for the #2 combo, which was rice noodles, salad, and egg roll, but could i have spring rolls instead of egg rolls? they kept saying WHAT YOU WANT? and finally they plopped a couple of spring rolls in front of me, as i repeated myself. so then they plopped a couple of egg rolls on a plate (lots of plopping going on), and i explained, no, i want the #2 with spring roll…and the older woman in the booth said NUMBER TWO – RICE NOODLE, SALAD EGG ROLL! NO SPRING ROLL!!!! and so i said never mind, just give me the spring rolls and that’s all.
they weren’t that great.
the brat was delicious. better than fried shoes.
two years ago, when i gave massages at the fair, there were chinese people giving massages in the exhibition building, and when i was done with my massages, i’d go over there and pay ten bucks to get a great, intense massage from them. but they didn’t come back last year, nor this year. very disappointing. they gave me better massages than they gave most people, because i told them i was across the way giving massages, and they liked that. probably business wasn’t good enough for them. also, the exhibition building isn’t air-conditioned, which would have been lousy for doing massage, because it does take quite a bit of physical exertion.
today a woman appeared in the building wearing a large-brimmed red hat. she was probably in her 70’s, jet black hair, huge rhinestone earrings. a very fance bright red dress, made of crepe or something, with a big red belt, stocking, and 4″ heel red pumps. a red leather purse and a red bag.
what was she thinking?
there was another woman about her age wearing overalls and a white lacy top that barely covered her midriff. also jet black hair and big earrings. this one looked like maybe she was a meth user.
not really, i don’t think i’ve ever seen a meth user. according to newspaper stories, they’re EVERYWHERE, getting in police beat for buy lots of…some kind of drugs…and getting arrested continuously. so they must be EVERYWHERE, right? especially at the fair, because there are so many people from small towns at the fair, and meth use seems to be in small towns a lot. i must look more closely for meth users the next time i’m there. the only thing i know about them for sure is that they have bad or no teeth. must look in their mouths.
i wish i knew what other symptoms are, though. i could look them up online, but quite frankly, i don’t even know why i’m still awake, and i’m certainly not going to start looking stuff up at this point.
in line in the bathroom, there was a girl with some kind of cartoon character costume on, and she put on the top and suddenly she was SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS. very cute. but SO HOT. i said this to her, and she said, “that’s not so bad, but i have to hold my arms up so i can see,” as she struggled into it.
she left, and outside was a scooby doo and a scary-looking planet of the apes ape. they all looked very young, though, and kind of dejected (from the heat, no doubt) and sad. i felt bad for them all. i would have given them good massages.
there didn’t seem to be so many people at the fair today, and there weren’t so many in the IL building, but of course that didn’t keep me from being very busy all day long. really, it wasn’t so bad. most of the sweaty people weren’t leering at me, and i gave massages to quite a few kids, who weren’t sweaty at all plus they were fairly small and therefore didn’t have too much massage room to cover.
it didn’t get bad till near the end, when i was suddenly really tired, sore feet, and my forearms started to have sharp pain, and i just wanted to be done. i didn’t snarl at anybody, though, which i thought was good of me. my hands kind of hurt now, and of course all this typing isn’t exactly the most brilliant thing i could be doing at the moment, but i’m about to stop.
tomorrow, day of rest.
ok then,
grace feeling mostly OK with life although not 100% great in some areas. but soon to start school, which will give me something all-new to think about. maybe that’s all i really need in life; something new to think about. otherwise i go crazy, and it’s not such a long ride.