I love the theatre. I really, truly love theatre. I love going to plays and musicals. I love being in plays and musicals. I love the way the stage smells of sawdust and fresh paint. I love the magic that happens when an actor forgets their lines or some other crazy thing inevitably happens and another actor (or actors) wildly improvise to cover it up. I love the pre-show jitters when you absolutely must jump up and down just for the sheer joy of movement and because you might burst otherwise. I love the moment of silence I always take just before that’s just for me-my own quiet moment where I communicate silently with my character and we become one. I love the exuberant joy after a good show when I’m possessed with manic energy that sustains me for another hour or two until I quite suddenly realize I’m really exhausted and want nothing more than sleep. I love the camraderie, the give and take, of the perfect cast. I love the family that is formed for that brief period of time, and the promises (rarely kept) that we’ll always be this close once the show is over. Even better, I love reuniting with these actors on other shows and realizing we still connect and we’re still family. I love watching plays and musicals and seeing how the actors interact-I love when I can tell that they’re having more fun than they’ve ever had in their entire life, and for the small price of admission, I get to be a part of that. I love the unique relationship between actor and audience-that feeling, so much stronger than seeing a movie, that we’re taking this journey together. We are confidants of a sort. It’s the most wonderful intimacy, even if it is short-lived. I love theatre. I really do.
I love Dr Pepper. I know it’s not quite as philisophical as my theatre rave above, but I never promised a perfect segue. Remember? No particular order… Anyway, Dr Pepper is the perfect soda. Nothing against Coke or Pepsi, or even Sprite, but at the end of the day Dr Pepper is the bestest.
I love dogs. Nothing against cats-I love them too (especially Dearly Departed Lester)-but over time I have morphed into a dog person. When I am old and still single, I will not be the crazy cat lady. I’ll be the crazy dog lady. I’ll have two or three dogs that I will dote on excessively and refer to as my children. So basically the only difference between future-me and now-me is age… Wow. That was kind of a disturbing thought.
I love people who understand why I would grieve so over my Baxter. Because those people have loved an animal that much too, and that makes them mighty.
I love reading glasses (though I loathe the fact that I need them now) because they make my eyes all happy when I’m reading. And since I love reading also, that makes me frequently a very happy chica.
Did I mention I love books? I love fiction. I love mysteries. I love non-fiction, histories and biographies. I love [some] poetry, especially Dorothy Parker, Edna St. Vincent Milay and Emily Dickinson. I love comic books (pretty art and clever wordplay, what’s not to love??). I love scary stories and cozy stories. I don’t particularly heart romance novels, unless there’s lots of death and blood and guts and horror involved as well. I have a passing acquaintance with science fiction-for the most part we don’t hang out, but every now and then we meet up and sometimes we even have a really good time. A rainy, cool day, where I can sit on the back porch with a really good book and a cup of herbal tea or hot chocolate is just about the best day I could possibly imagine.
I love my friends. I adore my friends. I have excellent taste in friends. They’re more like sisters than friends. They’re chosen family and those are the best kinds of friends to have. There’s foi, who is a biological. I’d pick her for a sister even if she wasn’t though. She’s my bestest friend-the one who has been there-literally-since birth. I could tell her anything, even the most horrible thing, and know that she’d still love me madly even if she were disappointed in me. Sometimes, when I’ve been through the very worst, darkest hours of my life, she has been the reason I hung on. Then, there’s Elle who is the prettiest of all my friends (shut up, elle, you are too!!!!) and as an added bonus has a ridiculously wonderful dry sense of humor. Seriously. Funny. She’s the one person who can bring me out of a crap mood with a brilliantly worded non-sequitor. There’s Jehara who is wise and lovely and serene and as joyful and sunshiney as her actual real name. She makes everyone she knows feel pretty-that is a rare gift. There’s Mel who is utterly, completely, and ridiculously cool. She is equal parts brilliant and goofy, which makes her 100% fun to be with. Any truly cool piece of music on my iPod is probably there because she either told me about it or gave it to me. And also she is an artist and therefore understands what I’m trying to say with my outfit. (you probably had to be there to think this in any way funny) There’s gypsy, who is very loving and very smart and steadfast, loyal and true. The only downside is that she lives far, far away so we don’t hang out so much. And V, who views life as the very best friend she could ask for and embraces it whole-heartedly. There is no fear in this woman. Then there’s D&C (the boys, not the scripture or any type of medical procedure) who both take it really well when I tell them they’re two of my favorite girlfriends ever. Well, C takes it really well. D twitches a little, which just makes me say that more often. I could make this post entirely about my friends, which is exactly how cool they all are. But it’s a list, so moving on…
I love movies. Movies are fun even when they kind of suck a little bit. I used to go to the movies with my step-grandfather and I’m telling you that man did not care what the hell he was watching as long as he was in a theatre with a big bucket of overbuttered popcorn. I feel kind of like that. I love going to movies with foi and elle and jehara. (mel is great for concerts-especially those featuring artists she really, really, really, really loves because she cries and shakes like a teenager who just got kissed on the cheek by a jonas brother).
I love Joss Whedon. I’m sure he’s written plenty of crap too, but I’d even pay money to see an actor perform the crap, because Joss Whedon likes to play with words. He takes a perfectly good batch of words and twists it around till it turns into something wholly unexpected. That makes Joss Whedon cool.
I’d add more, but I also love lunch and my parents and I have to meet my parent for lunch. In about two minutes ago. Be good. Have a wonderful weekend!!