Great blogger moment.
My first blog photo was dedicated to the man that gave me my first comment!
Thanks Bruce!
You never disappoint and blog often; therefore, I'm never disappointed more often. Brilliant! You work on many levels, which doesn't rhyme with poet, if you didn't know it.
Again, like the hippies say, just cause you aren't here doesn't mean we don't see you anyway.
You should take pride in having a personality that you don't even have to show up for (but should still be a little worried because it's hanging out with a bunch of lunatics).
If it's any consolation, my man and I are killing ourselves to have what you have someday. Buying a house is reduced to a pipe structure every time I look at my bank account (PVC, at that! Veeegas, baby. Plastic dreams. But neon if you're union! and just like with the theatre: copper,...if you are tearing it down.)
Unfortunately, patience isn't one of my virtues,
but I know we will make it there,
just as I know you'll be surrounded
by more people than just your friends
next time you are here
- and not all fully clothed.

After all it's my wedding!

Even if it weren't, you still would, free or not, wanted or not.

As much as I get down on myself, nudity is a naturally frequent commodity that goes completely unquestioned because it's me.
I like that.
So will you, next visit, even if it's footage you've seen.

And just for Kyle,

I now have comments.

A couple of nice theatre moments:

Sitting in the SEAT theatre, with JayC and Tony Devalle, I heard the first song Joel ever played for me open a show.

Seeing my boys open a theatre.

Telling my favorite stranger, that my favorite delivery of his was because it was not strange.

Knowing everyone mentioned personally in an entire Las Vegas page of reviews.

Making Charlie laugh, making Rob laugh, enjoying another it-was-just-for-us joke with JayC, and having my man tell me I'm funny.

Sending Sherry off to L.A., you can't go home, and you can't stay here, go west young woman: it's the cleanest pasture you've got.

There are more, but if I could bore myself I'D be asleep, so forget 'em.

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Tom, what a fucking ride you are on. Don't envy it. Court sucks, court reaaaallly fucking sucks, but more managable if hungover (and especially hungover on your birthday- it was a great hair of the keg party after, too, mind you).

Don getting married.
Oy.
I'm all for it. It's actually the second marriage in the last 2 weeks of people close to me, for visas.
I was in that situation once. Don't envy that one either.
Mine turned out for the best because of Joel, but the situations were very similar.
Long distance, it what this is, just with fucked up paperwork. It will only work out if the person moving has more potential waiting at the other location.
Mine did not. Took me 7 years to epiphany that, but no matter my obstinance, it's very true.
That's why Joel is here now. That is why I am less skeptical about Don's nuptual haste because Don's girl has the luxury of already knowing the life she wants to keep along with loving a man so morally dignified that he'll open his apt. door only for one that is willing to be recognized by the state of CA in a legally blessed union. Win, win, for both sides, if you ask me.
Although, I am still quite angry over how long one knows about the time constraints of such INS issues, and I was given 4 days notice to show up to catch the garter.
Fucker! I would've totally been there!
Hope it's pretty, and all the best.

Drifting, tired,
leaving,
D

Go ahead Frank, it's ya birthday.
Go Shawty, it's ya birthday.
We gon' party like it's ya birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's ya birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
Cause it's ya birthday!
So go give Frank a hug if you into to getting
rubbed.

Hope you had a great Birthday, Frank!
(I'm glad we didn't celebrate up "in da club" because all I have is 50 cent.)

I have much more to say, but couldn't go another day without giving a shout out before it got too far away before I could again blog today.
(boo, sorry, unintentional, but I am a sucker for some good juicy ass...onance)
So there you go, my dear Frank, now you can tell everyone that for your birthday Deanne gave you a little ass, but it really wasn't that great.

I'm also sending up some Streetcar & Twisted copies, but that's not technically a gift because of the blatant self promotion.
And it's REALLY not a gift because I've never seen you onstage, so either you got to move, date a stewardess (or pilot,...or steward), or you owe me a video. Kind of shitty part about being a friend of mine, I never forget shit like that.
So once I find out how to work the DVD copying software at work, it's on it's way with some other stuff. I have access to all kinds of mailing materials, so I'm including some stuff to ship the CDs down.
Now that we have the theatre up and running, the wedding planning malarky again takes front burner (that still smokes when turned on because cleaning the stove remains on the back). Ha! What would that be exactly? Is there a term for a figurative object applied objectively as itself? Hmmm. I'll have to come back to that. I'm tired and that sort of knowledge is out of my (oh god, i'm sorry) range.

How embarrassing. Just remember it's the thought that counts.
It was the only humor I could afford.

I could have just emailed this, but it's late, my server sucks, and two trips wasn't worth it after I blogged the b-day cheer. Sorry, guys.
Soooo

i say bye and Joel say - he was looking up "something positive" and he thinks it's really cool

goodnight you
goodnight everybody
very good night Frank

HAPPY NEW YEAR, Everyone!

2004 was a nutty ride. Very fucking nutty ride.
My long-distance relationship turning engagement being the last thing I would have expected to Joel's G-string winning a local award which, of course, was the first.
(lvcitylife.com/articles/2004/12/30/theater_and_dance/stage.txt)

Resolutions:
Keep off the bad habits
Keep off the snacks
Work on comedy
Work on publishing the book
Plan the wedding
Plan the payment of our debt
Say the word "FUCK" whenever possible because it's funny
Say the words "I Love You" whenever possible because it's rare
Help those who will help themselves
Help those who will not help themselves lose my fucking cell phone number
Listen to less stations that might play Beyonce
Listen to more BILLY SQUIER, yeeehaa!
Try to keep current on my email correspondence
Try to keep current on my blogging
Not drive Joel crazy
Not let Joel drive me crazy
Begin working out (yeah, a worn one, but I've got to wear a strapless gown in 5 months)
Begin working out routines
Start recycling again
Start bicycling again
Fuck a LOT more, yes, lot's more fucking for 2005 -
that goes for all of you, dammit!
New Years only comes once a year, let's hope you all can do better than that!

My best wishes to all you nuts for a good, happy, sweaty 2005!
Don't let me down!