Friday October 15, 2004 ~ 4:03 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closed
A picture of my campus in Spring to chase away the rainy day blues. Almost good enough to be in a college catalog, isn’t it?
As one of my professors in college used to say: “It’s Friday! TGIF! Go out and drink, and drive, and die!” To do it justice, you would have to hear his accent - he’s Nigerian. I miss Professor Ogbomo’s sense of humor.
On the boards for this weekend: rehearsal tonight and tomorrow afternoon, then Mom comes up for a few days for a belated birthday celebration. I finally get my birthday crablegs tomorrow night. Sunday we’re going to the official opening of Romeo and Juliet (it’s been in previews until now).
Monday, a half day of work, and then (joy of joys, wonder of wonders) I get to go to the good Target. Now, don’t get me wrong, there’s no such thing as a bad Target in my eyes, but we’re going to the one in Long Island, the one that never runs out of things. Target in Brooklyn starts to look a little picked over by about 1 pm. What can I say? We were Target deprived for years in Brooklyn. We’re making up for it with a vengeance now. My goal while I’m at Target: buy a toaster oven. Because if I had a toaster over, I could make biscuits and cookies. And it’s those things I miss the most about not having an oven. It’s all about the biscuits and cookies.
Tuesday, another half day of work, and then Sting! Sting, at Madison Square Garden. Sting, for chrissakes! Oh, yeah, and Rick’s going. He’s protesting, but still going. Ha. And if I planned it right, even though our tickets are way up in the nosebleed seats (or as I now prefer to call them, the gods - thankyou, Frank McCourt, for that term), we will be near bathrooms and beer stands. Rocking out to a 15 minute version of “Roxanne”. That’s the life.
This brings me to my random story of the day. It’s a story about another Madison Square Garden concert: the time Lori and I went to see Elton John (no, not with Billy Joel. That was another trip to MSG). We were up in the gods, taking advantage of our proximity to the beer stand. And much too soon for my taste, the beer caught up with me and I had to pee. It was like being at the movies when you really don’t want to leave because the story is really good, but if you don’t, you’re going to piss your pants. So I drunkenly stumbled to the restroom, and as I sat down in the stall, Elton started playing “Rocketman”. All I could think of was “Well, this is surreal. How often do you take a piss with Elton John playing live in what is theoretically the next room? Not very often.” It remains a very special memory.
And on that note…happy weekend, all!
