home. yup.

today was nice. short, but nice. then came The Show From Hell. but i'll get to that in a moment.

so i woke up at 2.30 this afternoon... it was fun to roll over, completely disoriented because i didn't recognise my room here at home immediately, then look at the clock and see "2:30" blinking back at me. delicious. i dedicate that moment of "aw, sweet!" to Kimberlina.

after i rolled out of bed, i pulled on a pair of jeans (that were almost clean, i think... how rare), grabbed the big green blanket of Kyle's that i stole and took back with me, wrapped said warm mass of goodness around me, and meandered downstairs. i was home alone, and it was awesome. for lunch, i had reheated Sy's pizza and cookie dough. and a bottle of Talking Rain. damn i missed that stuff.

i don't really remember what i did after that, but eventually everybody got home, and i reluctantly agreed to go to the "Chaps!" performance that my dad's company was sponsoring... i couldn't remember what the storyline was, but Dad sounded happy that i said i'd go, so i did.... the pre-leaving-the-house chaos was something i didn't miss back in Ashland, but it was minimal, so no worries.

"Chaps!" was the most horrendous experience i've been through in a long time. before i go into the show, let me preface this with filling you all in on 3 pieces of information about me:

1) i hate country music
2) i hate, hate, HATE Christmas music
3) they've talked me into going to shows like this before, with the same leading lady, and i hated it


having made that known, here's the storyline for "Chaps!": set in the WWII-ish 1940's, a BBC radioshow was featuring singing cowboys for their christmas special. for two and a half hours, i watched 4 "english chaps" and 1 "cowgirl" attempt to pretend to be the cowboys "who got lost on their way from the train station" on this radio show. the only time that i smiled/laughed was when this one guy with good facial expressions pretended to be a ventriloquist's dummy (he had a shirt with child's pants and cowboy boots all sewn together worn around his neck, so it looked like he was about 3 feet tall, ignoring his real legs underneath the dummy outfit), and he moved the boots with his fingers down the heels. he'd pretend to be riding out on the wide open range, and those little boots would be going by his real thighs, and he'd get this fuckin' hilarious expression on his face... he did that twice. it was good.

after the show, we went out for dessert, and i had a lemon bar. validated my having to put a bra on, but not the make-up. grrr....

so that was my day, and magically, it didn't involve finals! yeah! ohp, the dog just walked up to me and whined. i don't know what it wants, but i better do something. Brits out!

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