DAY 323: THERE SHE GOES AGAIN

     There she goes…to another concert…again.  Tonight I’m going to see the Glory of Love singer, Peter Cetera, in all his glory at the Dallas Symphony.  What can I say; I’m on a concert kick. 

     Idina Menzel will be a hard act to follow.  She was excellent last night; and as my date said “totally relatable.”  She pulled audience members out of their seats and asked them to sing with her.  She ran around the stage barefoot and spoke with her Long Island accent about boobies and even cursed a little.  At first I was shocked and then I decided I was ok with it.  Actually, I was more than ok with it.  Hey, at least she’s comfortable enough with herself to be herself.  That’s more than I can say for half the people I meet. 

Day 322: THAT LADY FROM WICKED

     Someone recently told me that I look like or remind them of Idina Menzel.  So I’m doing the only reasonable thing I could think of—checking her out.  I'm going to see her live and in concert tonight.  I need to find out if that was a compliment or not.  I mean that’s what you’d do right?  No just joking (sort of), I actually do like her singing and thought she was good on Glee (not to mention she has good taste in husbands…hello Taye Diggs).  It should be a great concert and if it’s not, this theater sells candy during intermission, along with wine and hard liquor.  Actually maybe not hard liquor—just beer and wine.

DAY 321: TOO EARLY FOR SHAVING

     I shaved my legs too early.  How do I know this?  Well, my mom found out and she wasn't happy.  I was at my next door neighbor Janet's house the day before sleep-away camp.  Janet was older than me.  Janet was in middle school and I was in the fourth grade.  She convinced me my legs needed to be shaved.  (Hey, I am half Indian and I'd say my legs were hairier that most other nine year olds.)  She handed me a razor and some shaving cream and told me to get to work in her bathroom.  So I did.  Big mistake.
     When I went home my mom was almost hysterical.  "What'd you do to your legs?," she asked.
     I responded with the obvious: "I shaved them."
     "But you're only nine, you don't need to shave yet," she retorted.
     "Yes, I do.  Janet told me I did."
     At this point my mother's fury doubled or maybe tripled.  Then she said: "well, at least you'll be at camp for a week and the next time I see you most of your leg hair will have grown back."  And that was that.  Off to camp I went.

DAY 320: NEW CARPET

     Yay, my new carpet was installed today!  Despite the pain of moving a ton of things off of the carpeted areas, removing all things from the wall and unhooking all of my electronics, the day went smoothly.  The carpet guys only nicked one of my really nice pieces of furniture--of course--and then I proceeded to mess two things up as I moved everything back into place.  (Isn't that the way it always goes?)
     By the way, thanks guys for leaving everything in the middle of my apartment so I move it all back to the way it was, in 90 plus degree heat, since I was instructed to turn off my A/C before the carpet installation took place.  It's now several hours later and I think we just broke into the 70s.  Goodnight!  It is so hot in this place.  It's sheets only tonight, no comforter.

DAY 319: RAIN DELAY

     Today's rain delay during the men's final of the French Open really disappointed me.  But on the other hand, Nadal was down, so maybe this extra night's sleep will revive him and he'll be ready to win tomorrow morning.  Please please please make him win!

DAY 318: COSBY KID

     I'm going to see Bill Cosby tonight.  He's going to do some of his comedy and a question and answer session with the audience.  I'm so excited.  I watched the Cosby Show religiously while I was growing up.  I wanted to be Denise or Vanessa and have a little sister named Rudy.  Of course, I wanted a brother named Theo who had a best friend nick-named cockroach.  So for me, seeing Mr. Huxtable in the flesh will be a thrill.  I wonder if he'll wear a Cosby Sweater.  Probably not, it's 90 degrees here in Dallas.

DAY 317: GO RED!

     Today was the American Heart Association's Go Red for Women Luncheon.  Even though I wish I'd been able to secure more donations for the silent auction, it was a good experience to be on the Auction Committee.  It reminded me that if you ask, people usually donate. 
     The best part of the whole lunch was hearing Jackie Joyner-Kersee speak.  What an athlete.  The thing that really stood out for me in her speech was what poor shape her father and sisters are in.  They basically seem sedentary, which is incredible to me if their own daughter and sister was an Olympic athlete.  But people do things that surprise me everyday.  Why should this be any different? For some reason though it feels so blantantly ironic, not to mention sad.