so much has happened!!!

it's been a while, dear reader, so the following is going to be a fast/furious synopsis of my life for the last month; highlights only. But just so you don't think my life is actually a hoedown mixed with a shindig wrapped up in a barrel of monkeys, I will preface this with a picture of my boring life at this moment:

doot do doo, twiddle thumbs, bum, bum de dum. (answering phone) Magik Theatre, this is Tara. Magik Theatre. No, we don't show movies. Okay, bye. (making a to-do list) clean room. get driver's license. laundry. underline "clean room" several times. write "at least the darks" beside "laundry".

okay, enough of that. now for the nonstop excitement (dates and times entirely fictitious):

February 20teenth: went clubbing again...this time completely ossom. 80s theme club, or so we thought (dun dun duh!). So we are dressed up in ridiculous apparel to go out and arrive only to find out that the club has switched owners and instead of being 80s themed, it is now beach/surfing themed. Hilarity naturally ensued. And it was a fantastic evening of dancing and of explaining to people over and over again why we were dressed like this
classic.

February 31st: ceviche night/wedding shower/farkle? =yes please

monday: movie night times two!
part one: Mad Hot Ballroom

MO: "it's a really good movie"
MD: "we haven't seen the movie"
Tara: "i hear it sucks"
H: "tara's a jerk"
Tara: "in fact i'm not even going"
MO: "H, your quote should be 'tara's an idiot'"
Tara: "hey K, come in here and say anything"
K: "why?.. you're such a jerk, Tara."

part two: Martian Child

Though this is actually a cute and heartwarming movie about family and a child's need to fit in, I thought it would be more exciting if we dressed up as martians....which we did. hilarity again ensued.

March -3 degrees Celsius: one of our dear friends decided to up and leave us for absolutely no good reason. so we threw a hootenanny for her. details classified.

the rainiest week in Texas...ever: my mom and sis visited! it was like a rollercoaster which is especially dangerous in the rain, and let me tell ya...it was rainy. we had some great times though but tiring because it was always either very hyper go-go crazy dancing to latin jazz in front of the Alamo or else angry walking out on the otherwise-very-nice Japanese restaurant sitting on cushions on the ground. That's the way it goes. I love them so much though that I'll take it latter any day to get to the former even once.

spring break kid's camp: suck.

Luminaria: Despite my usual abhorrence for working on a weekend, the ginormous arts fest/crazy pants was a lot of fun. I was stage manager for The Gazebo: the tiniest, yet probably most ossom venue in the whole city. it was fun, and since the performers had an inordinate amount of problems and yet went off smoothly (because I solved the problems with my inordinate amount of stage managing skills) and with an appreciative and large crowd I felt both competent and needed. This naturally led to a warm, glowy feeling of self-importance which was magnified by getting to hold not one but two clipboards, announcing upcoming performers on the mic AND having a random person compliment me on my heel-clicking skills.
There were several positive encounters with my boss (usually these encounters are awkward) including one in which the lady who was seriously enamored of the heel-clicks told him that I should be featured in a play in which I run, jump and click my heels together. He said, "uhhh, what? okay." details of this performance still to come.
Naturally I got a watch a lot of the artists. Some were awful, some were amazing. There was everything from creole music to ballet to tasteless comedians to Shakespeare to hip-hop dancing to sidewalk chalk art to open-mic poetry to fire-juggling.
After strike at The Gazebo, I hung out with my family downtown and took in all the action. fireworks+smoothies+finally not raining=a pretty darn sweet night.

March 17.5: lots of panicking, delicious Indian food, marvels abundantly abounding

March 18 and 3 dozen: sand volleyball. I like volleyball but am really bad at it. ended up with swollen thumb and bruised foot. I decided to write a haiku about it:

volleyball is fun.
dive: the ball goes out of bounds
At least sand is soft.

here's another:
Look at all those stars...
What is that ball falling down?
I'll get it! (oh shit!)

honestly though, it really is a lot of fun and it probably wouldn't be as much fun without making a fool out of myself. we should probably play a different sport sometime though: like tennis.

Lent: I have given up kicking orphan and puppies for Lent. And, through diligence and repetition, I have finally learned the song "You Are All We Have".

the Texas History Extravaganza (and cookie dough sale): the best thing about the theatre for young audiences is that kids will absolutely love you for simple things like juggling their shoes, pretending to trip, wearing an oversized Dr. Pepper can, or squirting them with a water gun. At one point in the show, the audience of about 200 2nd and 3rd graders were screaming so loudly and for so long that one of the other actors screamed "Will you let me tell my story?" and I laughed so hard I had to go stand behind the set.

last Saturday: went to the country (tra la la). Visited a place called Luckenbach which featured a total of 4 buildings, a dance hall, 10 different intentionally misspelled words (including 3 variations on the word "parking" and two variations of "please"), and a very interesting sub-culture of people who buy armadillo-shaped purses and say "darn-tootin' ".
went to a sort of barbecue/potluck with people from my church complete with hayride, very furry cows, and other, exciting farm things.

yesterday: summer camp themed birthday party. popsicles, water balloons, Red Rover, ice cream sandwiches, face painting (I had an underwater scene plus a space rocket), ping-pong, spaghetti fight, cake, etc. this, by the way, was for a 20-year-old...and it was great. so there!

right now: had lunch consisting of a co-worker's party leftovers while talking with co-workers about families, embarrassing anecdotes, and Passover. next: reading the Onion, insisting that despite what so-and-so might have heard we aren't showing "that Mouse play" anymore, possibly leaving work early.

now remember, kiddies: don't put the rat poison in the salad bowl, you'll end up pushing secret messages through your neighbor's fence and wearing high-tops to the 4th of July on the moon.
you'll thank me later.