So, it's mainly a good thing that I'm back online at home, but there's also a bad side:
I'm back online at home.
Just joking. But, really: When was the last time you caught me blogging after having imbibed way too much alcohol?
I'm just saying.
[As a side note, I'd just like to point out that I made what can only have been a Freudian slip and typed "alcohole." Again, just saying...]
So.
Today was incredibly stressful, and amazingly delightful. And to celebrate it, I got myself liquored up!
At work today, the department for which Islave work pulled off a coup: We produced -- practically without hitch -- a global employee broadcast from six locations to thousands of employees all over the world. Thanks to the totally-on-top-of-it kick-ass planning of my colleagues, it went incredibly smoothly. This on top of many of them having recently pulled off a huge global management meeting event. All in all, it's been a nigh-unto triumphant month for my pals.
So today, the VP of our department threw a little afternoon "congratulations" celebration.
The long and the short of this is that we started drinking champagne at, like, three o'clock. Then, after work, I met Doug, Wayne, Mitch and Kathy for a quick drink and a pow-wow over which movie we were going to see. The only problem with that being that we couldn't agree on a movie that everyone wanted to see. So we settled for sitting around drinking even more.
Instead of going home, I stopped in at TWB and had one more!
Which brings me to my current situation. I'm getting ready to crawl into bed, and dreading (a wee bit) the deadly morning looming before me, 'cuz I don't think there's a single analgesic in the apartment. At least there's water, I guess.
Still, I'm not gonna fret about it too much. As the preternaturally wise Mercury points out in his recent post, we should go out and make mistakes and own them.
Tonight's got my name stamped all over it.
Oh, anyway, the other thing about today:
I had a rather great audition yesterday, for which I had a so-so callback today. Coulda done better. But hey, you do it, and you let it go, right? Here's the thing, though. I know the director (a delightful fellow from my past), and he and the casting director from the theater he now runs very kindly pointed out to me how ridiculous it is that I don't have an agent (I know... my long-time readers are all saying to themselves, "Tell us something new!"). Appears they'd like to hook me up.
The thing that's got me so jazzed though, isn't the possibility of getting an agent. Don't get me wrong; that'd kick some mighty big ass. The best thing, though, is the reminder that there are people out there who can and do enjoy helping others even when there's no payoff, nothing to be gained. They see some situation that they can effect, and they charge in.
I love to be reminded of those sorts of things, mostly because I hope that the lesson will rub off. And maybe I won't just pay it forward, as it were, but I'll pay it outward. Radiate it.
So, wish me luck, and wish me perseverance of generosity.
There's really something to be said for the first serious snowfall of the season. We had a bit of a false start recently -- the weather service predicted a storm that might have been outrageous, but it turned out to be a tempest in a teacup. Last night, however (sometime late, as I was awake way too late) we socked by a doozie. It closed schools in the counties surrounding the city, and dumped as much as a foot on surrounding areas.
It was stunning. Granted, I didn't have to drive in it, so I might have a skewed perspective.
But I love the way the first serious storm of the season always seems to catch the world around us by surprise. All the leaves haven't finished dropping, the bushes haven't quite turned into bristle brushes of scratchy twigs. Autumn doesn't quite seem ready to quit its work when -- OOPS! -- suddenly everything's covered in a blanket of frozen water.
There's something about the juxtaposition that just kicks my ass. In a good way.
It's true that we've entered that portion of the year when I begin to suspect that I'll never, ever, be warm again, but that having been said, bring on the snow, say I.
I'm back online at home.
Just joking. But, really: When was the last time you caught me blogging after having imbibed way too much alcohol?
I'm just saying.
[As a side note, I'd just like to point out that I made what can only have been a Freudian slip and typed "alcohole." Again, just saying...]
So.
Today was incredibly stressful, and amazingly delightful. And to celebrate it, I got myself liquored up!
At work today, the department for which I
So today, the VP of our department threw a little afternoon "congratulations" celebration.
The long and the short of this is that we started drinking champagne at, like, three o'clock. Then, after work, I met Doug, Wayne, Mitch and Kathy for a quick drink and a pow-wow over which movie we were going to see. The only problem with that being that we couldn't agree on a movie that everyone wanted to see. So we settled for sitting around drinking even more.
Instead of going home, I stopped in at TWB and had one more!
Which brings me to my current situation. I'm getting ready to crawl into bed, and dreading (a wee bit) the deadly morning looming before me, 'cuz I don't think there's a single analgesic in the apartment. At least there's water, I guess.
Still, I'm not gonna fret about it too much. As the preternaturally wise Mercury points out in his recent post, we should go out and make mistakes and own them.
Tonight's got my name stamped all over it.
Oh, anyway, the other thing about today:
I had a rather great audition yesterday, for which I had a so-so callback today. Coulda done better. But hey, you do it, and you let it go, right? Here's the thing, though. I know the director (a delightful fellow from my past), and he and the casting director from the theater he now runs very kindly pointed out to me how ridiculous it is that I don't have an agent (I know... my long-time readers are all saying to themselves, "Tell us something new!"). Appears they'd like to hook me up.
The thing that's got me so jazzed though, isn't the possibility of getting an agent. Don't get me wrong; that'd kick some mighty big ass. The best thing, though, is the reminder that there are people out there who can and do enjoy helping others even when there's no payoff, nothing to be gained. They see some situation that they can effect, and they charge in.
I love to be reminded of those sorts of things, mostly because I hope that the lesson will rub off. And maybe I won't just pay it forward, as it were, but I'll pay it outward. Radiate it.
So, wish me luck, and wish me perseverance of generosity.
There's really something to be said for the first serious snowfall of the season. We had a bit of a false start recently -- the weather service predicted a storm that might have been outrageous, but it turned out to be a tempest in a teacup. Last night, however (sometime late, as I was awake way too late) we socked by a doozie. It closed schools in the counties surrounding the city, and dumped as much as a foot on surrounding areas.It was stunning. Granted, I didn't have to drive in it, so I might have a skewed perspective.
But I love the way the first serious storm of the season always seems to catch the world around us by surprise. All the leaves haven't finished dropping, the bushes haven't quite turned into bristle brushes of scratchy twigs. Autumn doesn't quite seem ready to quit its work when -- OOPS! -- suddenly everything's covered in a blanket of frozen water.
There's something about the juxtaposition that just kicks my ass. In a good way.
It's true that we've entered that portion of the year when I begin to suspect that I'll never, ever, be warm again, but that having been said, bring on the snow, say I.
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