Dracula – 75 years dead…

For anyone who has an interest in such things, the 75th Anniversary 2-disc Edition of the 1931 Dracula film is well worth having. The first disc contains the original film, with options to watch it with commentary by a film historian, the script author of the Leslie Neilson spoof ‘Dracula: Dead and Loving It,’ a film/actor trivia track, and an original score recorded by the Kronos Quartet. I attempted to watch it tonight with the trivia track and the musical score – I say ‘attempted’ because a lot of the little trivia track blurbs seemed to be missing. (There weren’t nearly as many as there ought to have been and sometimes one would pop up and seem like it was the continuation of a comment I hadn’t gotten to see.) May have to play around with that. But the score…the score is amazing. The tone and instrumentation are perfect and it adds so much to the suspense of the film.

Earlier this evening I trekked out a few miles from home to attend my first ever book reading/signing. Barry Kitterman is a long-time professor at Austin Peay; he also happened to be my fiction writing teacher for a few years and my advisor for the entire length of my undergrad degree. Tonight he did a reading at a local book store of his very first full-length published novel. Now there’s a nice, signed copy waiting for me on my desk. Knowing what I already do of Barry’s work and having heard the first chapter of the novel tonight, I’m excited about getting to read it. If you’re in the market for something new to read, look for “The Baker’s Boy.”

Seeing some of my English professors tonight reminded me that classes are rapidly drawing nigh – not that’s it been very far from my mind. I’ve been able to pack an amazing amount of stuff into the last week-and-a-half, though; I accomplished everything on my to-do list except ‘paint kitchen’ – and, well, I do have 3 days left.  Looking forward to doing nothing this weekend except snagging some quality husband-time before both our schedules are all crazy again.

Accidental Sandwich

To the person whose lunch I inadvertently wandered off with:

I am so very sorry. It was loud in there and I really thought the Roly Poly counter girl said my name. It wasn’t until I got all the way back to my office and sat down to eat that I realized I had your Thai cashew chicken wrap instead of my pesto chicken wrap. Incidentally, it’s wonderful (if a bit spicy) and not something I would ever have thought of ordering myself; I hope the situation turned out as nicely for you, poor person whose lunch I stole.

In my past two months of “radio silence,” I’ve been to two weddings, two ren faires, and more doctor appointments than I care to think about. Long story short, I hurt. A lot. All over the place. Since January.

And more medical stuff.

new feline friend

So, I think I made a new friend last night. This adorable little black cat that I’ve seen around the neighbourhood came charging right up to me while I was out walking, sniffed my hands, and then decided I was ok to pet her. I sat down in the street and played with her for a while, until she decided chasing crickets would be more fun. But when I got up to head back towards the house, I noticed I had a shadow; I’ve decided to call her Eurydice, because she kept following me all the way home, only darting away when I looked back at her.

She followed me right up to the front porch and I even managed to coax her into my lap for a while before I had to go in and get to bed. Fortunately she didn’t show any signs of wanting to follow me inside, because I’m fairly certain she already belongs to one of our neighbours.

Nice to have a kitty to play with, even if she’s not mine.

It’s quiet in the house tonight, like I’ve never heard…

I am completely alone in my house for the entire night and I am wiffling between excitement and total freak-out. This isn’t like living alone, where I expect to be – of course – alone; because of my uncle, there always has to be at least one other person home. Usually I’m not that person (he’s a heavy guy, if he falls over, I’m semi-screwed), so when I’m here, I’m here with two other people. Usually three. And three pets.

And now it’s just me. For the whooooole night.

I’m gonna listen to loud music and clean something.

a life lived

So Friday, I’m sewing away, finishing the gypsy costume I decided at the last minute to throw together for KMF..only to find out the faire was cancelled. Damn.

Made the trip to Kentucky anyway, though, to see John’s friends Mike and Robin, and their impossbly adorable two-year old Wes. Oh, and Belle, the the ridiculously affectionate golden retriever. Can’t forget Belle – she won’t let you. Much fun was had, it was good to finally meet people I’d heard so much about. Robin is very, very pregnant right now and Wes, for reasons completely unknown to anyone but Wes himself, has taken to calling his new brother “baby Jack.”

No sooner were we back in town on Sunday than I ran off to rehearsal for the Harry Potter show various bits of KWP are doing for InConJunction up in Indianna this weekend. Good times swingin’ weapons at people.

Yesterday, I finally got to see the Thutmose III exhibit at the Frist. Amazing. If I could’ve fit the nearly 7-foot-tall statue of a seated Sehkmet under my shirt, it would be residing in my living room now. Alas.

Very very quiet fourth for me; I think I like it this way. Got up semi-early to go swimming and was surprised to find nobody else at all in the pool; much watery fun was had. Then later there the grilling of the hamburgers at my mom’s house, and I think now that my grandmother is petitioning to have John come over once a week to fix all the random things a household of women tends to be flummoxed by. (I think my mom could’ve figured out what was wrong with the grill eventually, but that blown lightbulb over the staircase was a real problem. The stairs were too narrow to support a ladder and we were all too short to reach it.)

There are various people and pets strewn about and napping now (funny sight to behold), and I think later there shall be chocolate chip cookies. After running around so much and having fun the last few days, I think I’ve earned the right to be a slug for an afternoon. Besides, tomorrow I start my last two days as an employee of JoAnn’s. Eep.

personal bubble

{Lilly is hiding behind the computer monitor. I only know this because I can see her little white paws. )

Stayed up way too late last night, trying to soothe a headache that was threatening to either implode my brain, or re-enact that scene from Alien and send slimy creatures shooting out the front of my skull. Finally conqured it with some Dayquil (because if I’d taken the night-time variety at 2:30 in the morning, I’d have slept through class.)

Opera rehearsal today. I got there early and had the accompanist all to myself. I was going to wait for the others, but she advised me to take advantage of the individual coaching, since all the others had had the chance so sing alone, and I hadn’t. She said I had an absolutely scrumptious voice. I think I like that word…scrumptious. It feels yummy.

Turned my brain off today and went to the park and played on the swings till I got queasy, and now I am home. All the way, in Nashville, not the crazy dorm room half-way house. I have cats, fried chicken, and a whole blank evening ahead of me. It’s been a fuzzy, goose down-comforter of a day.

And I really needed it.


I was driving home tonight in the beautiul, beautiful weather with my windows down, listening to a retro 90’s radio show – their words, not mine, and oh, how it made me laugh to think that music from the 90’s is retro now – and the EMF song Unbelievable came on. I love driving to that song. Made me smile. And made me remember Heather, and how we both saw the movie Coyote Ugly – probably at Misty’s house – and came up with the brilliant if facetious idea that we should dig out some old pairs of Heather’s vinyl pants and go find ourselves a bar top to dance on. I loved – and still love – to think about that idea, because Heather’s the kind of girl who would do it in a heartbeat – and I’m the kind of girl who would seceretly want to do it, love do it, but never would…unless I were with someone like Heather. We never did go dancing, and certainly not on bar tops, but I still entertain the idea sometimes.

Stupid Girl up next, a song a learned to like courtesy of S, who introduced me to the band in highschool.  S was a lovely and insanely cool red-haired goddess, and my biggest high school crush. There were prettier girls. I didn’t want a pretty girl. I wanted S, who played volleyball and watched Buffy, and shared my love of good books, buttered popcorn, and Molly Ringwald movies. She had pale, freckled skin, pretty blue eyes, and bucketloads of nerdy rebel-girl cool. About the time I decided that I was firmly in crush territory, she decided to accidentally break my heart. And so it goes.

The music and the weather and the driving were the just the icing on the cake of a wonderful week. Details? Why, sure.

Monday: I went fabric shopping. No, stop laughing, I’m serious. I went to a fabric store on my vacation. Of course I also went to the post office and several antique malls as well; spent mass amounts of quality time with John’s mom, who is a pretty nifty lady. Also, there were Girl Scout cookies. (To whom it concerns, I have my very own box of Samoas now. I am eating one at the this very moment. Mmmm.

Teh shopping! My grandmother loves two things: shopping and me. Not necessarily in that order.  (And she loves other stuff too, but it’s not relevant to the story.) So, we went shopping. It was…terribly liberating. My grandmother is always after me to look nice and dress professional, and now that I’m a few scant months from entering a work environment that might require that, I’ve begun fine-tuning my wardrobe. I can work around dresscodes, but I can’t stand uniforms; I’m very attached to my clothes and what I can say with them. So, with the help of Kohl’s sale/clearance racks, I found three really nice outfits that are smart, office-appropriate…and terribly, terribly me. I love them all.  It was very heartening to do something fun and proactive, something to celebrate both my impending graduation and the fact that I will soon be free to seek tolerable employment. Also got the chance to talk to my grandmother a lot, which we don’t really have time for these days.

Greenways! Lots and lots o’ walking. It was such a great day for it. And later, friends and Chinese buffet.

I believe there was some sleeping in this day. And, um, some other stuff. Maybe? What the hell did I do Thursday?

Toured the Belle Meade Mansion for the first time since I was 9 or so. Still a beautiful place. And again with the warm, gorgeous weather. I broke out the bathing suit for a bit, to assist in the delicate and slightly damp process that is washing a Covette convertible. There was dinner and couch-lounging.

And then it was back to work for the weekend. Bleeeeh to the work. But it wasn’t so bad really. Tomorrow I take Lilly to get stitches removed, then it’s back to class for me, for a few more nose-to-the-grindstone weeks. I’m more than ready for it. My energy is amazingly renewed, and most of that has to do with all I have to look forward to, once I jump this these hurdles.