In fact, I hate it. I hate Twitter.
There. I said it. I’ve been reluctant to admit it because for some reason it makes me feel less hip. But I hate it. I tried to like it — tweeted maybe once a week to feel like I was still in the game but I just don’t get it.
Think I’m just gonna roll with Facebook and keep blogging.
Thoughts?
I’ve been to maybe a handful of psychics in my life. And it’s always been a sham. Someone with a folding table telling you what — through conversation — they’ve gleaned you came to hear… But I had a reading at Eastern Market a few weeks ago that was totally different than any of the others.
When she said something that didn’t mean anything to me or was incorrect, she didn’t try to slicktalk me to convince me she was right. She just said, “Hmmm, that’s interesting.” And she totally didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear. Actually I was kinda sad when I left her, but somehow that made me feel like she was a little more genuine. She wasn’t trying to make me happy, she was just telling me what she saw. And she was very confident — even giving me a pad of paper to write down the things she predicted would happen and on what dates so that I could refer to it when the dates arrived. Despite the fact that she offered almost no hopeful news for my personal life, I can’t lie. I like a cocky psychic…
That’s gangsta.
So if you’re in the DC area and you’re not morally or philosophically opposed to psychics, visit her. She may not have good news but she’ll tell you [what she believes to be] the truth. No punches pulled. Which is more than you can probably say for a lot of people in your life.
OK so I went to Dick’s Sporting Goods the other day to buy a few sets of free weights.
Those who knew me in my former life know that I used to be ridiculously obsessed with weight lifting and strength training. I squatted nearly 500 lbs. I could bench 235… My strength coach was actually “Mr. New Jersey” — or at least Mr. Rutgers — who can remember the specifics? ;) I spent entire summers with him in the gym. I’ll try and dig up some old photos and scan them. Old school friends, back me up! Y’all remember Rich Refi! ;)
I haven’t really done any weight training so far in GF’09 — mainly because I don’t have access to (or money to join) a gym. But I decided not to let that stop me. I figured at least with a few sets of free weights I could at least do some flies, curls, shoulder press, etc.
Sooooo… here we are.
I’m gonna do my best to get on a regular schedule and not let them just sit in the corner. It’s been about 5 years since I did any weight training at all. So I anticipate lots of pain, but it’ll be worth it. Plus, I’ll be better equipped to handle MSBLKNASTY if she ever decides to come for me ;) Tee hee ;)
Haha… nice try devil, sending that ice cream truck along my workout route… But what you didn’t know is: I don’t carry cash when I jog.
Thank God.
I mean if the movie Boomerang was real-life, I’m pretty sure my feet would have passed the Hammertime Test:
Don’t worry, I’m not gonna post a photo of them. I know how OPF (other people’s feet) gross some folks out — me included. But mine are cute. Not beautiful. Cute. They’re a little on the short side but they’re the right sizes in the right order and in the spring/summer, just TRY and catch me without a fresh pedi. Admittedly I slack off in the winter but since no one’s gonna see them and there’s no bedmate to complain about my heel spurs, I can afford to slack off a little.
I bring this whole topic up because it’s begun to get spring-ish in DC (which BTW means 75 degrees for like 3 days and then 99 degrees until October) and I broke out the sandals for the first time yesterday. I’m working at the DC Improv this weekend (Tickets still available here) and there was a woman in the front row last night who kept staring at my feet. She was so blatant that I had to stop talking and ask her, “Are you looking at my feet?” She said, “Yes.” She didn’t even look at me when she answered. She was still looking at my feet. And I felt a little awkward… I had gotten a French pedicure earlier in the day so my feet were fine, but audience members checking out my feet is something I’ve always been self-conscious about.
I remember fretting once because I didn’t have time to get a pedicure before a show and one of my guy friends was like, ” Oh please, E. You sound like such a diva.” But he didn’t understand that when I’m on stage, my feet are pretty much at eye level for the audience. And women especially will look another woman up and down and back up again before they give themselves permission to like her. I would hate to Google myself (yeah I do it and so do you) and see something like:
All my imaginary online hecklers/critics are from 1990’s New York.
But I digress.
I no longer feel embarrassed or diva-like for making it a point to have a fresh pedi when I’m performing. My boy Randy who was at the show last nite says that’s exactly why he polishes his shoes before he goes on stage. You gotta eliminate as many petty reasons as you can for people not to enjoy the show. If you’re in the DC/MD/VA area and wanna catch a show and maybe check out my feet for yourself, come on down. The headliner, Ted Alexandro, is one of my favorite comedians working today. I even said so here and I’m super psyched to be working with him!
Hope to see you out!
E
Having a really bad day. So I turned to the best therapist I know. On my way to Giant for the Haagen Dazs lemon sorbet… Eat two quarts and call me in the morning ;)
Exhale.
“I’ve got a nautical theme pashmina afghan.” — by far my favorite line.
Followed closely by:
“I’m on a dolphin/Doin’ flips and s—.”
“F— trees, I climb bouys mother——.”
“Poseidon, look at me-eeee.”
OK, so don’t get me wrong… I love and appreciate the new Garmin GPS I got for Christmas. Thanks so much, Daddy! But I was driving home from my NYE festivities in Baltimore last nite and as I’m headed for the BW Parkway, my GPS tells me to “Exit right onto ramp for Russel ‘Saint’ South.”
Russel Saint South? Really GPS??? I mean as a GPS I’m thinking that when you see the abbreviation “St.” you should probably default to “street” and not “saint.” Who coded this thing? I’m just saying. The GPS is super handy — especially for someone like me who’s traveling in strange cities a lot (hopefully I’ll remember to be extra-special careful with it — as I have a habit of losing things). But it really caught me off guard last nite and there was no one in the car for me to share it with ;) Tee hee ;) You’re welcome.
Happy New Year everyone!