Didn't It Rain

Periodic Rants of a Red-Haired Drama Freak.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Christmas Is Retarded



This x-mas wasn't that great. The main highlight was, of course, Disneyland, so I'll focus on that! I rode lots of rides this year that we didn't get to last year. Indiana Jones is now my favorite ride. It's crazy!! Thunder Mountain was also great, but a little scarey. Me and Les were sitting up front (cool) but every time it went around a curve we heard this strange grinding noise (not cool). you know how sometimes you can just tell that something is off? well, that's how that was.

we also saw fantasmic - this crazy light display projected on water. it was really cool. the fog obstructed most of the fireworks, but we still enjoyed them. another great ride was the new buzz lightyear one. that's what the pic is above. it was pretty hilarious and i doubled lesley's score! ha ha!

we didn't get a chance to ride space mountain cuz the line was like 80 minutes long. plus i'm still a little scared of it. but, i really liked haunted mansion (twice). we rounded out the exhausting day with a trip to the tiki room which was cute but kinda weird.

the rest of the holiday wasn't much to speak of - so i won't! happy new year!!!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Disneyland Here We Come!


I must say that I'm ready for all the rides at Disneyland this year. Maybe I'll even give Space Mountain a go if I get the nerve! Lesley and I are supposed to go tomorrow, which is kind of hard to comprehend since I'm sitting at work right now trying not to fall asleep. We fly out to Orange County tonight around 8pm, and hopefully by then the rain will have stopped. We'll see.
More posts after D-Land - and hopefully some pix too!
-ld

Monday, December 19, 2005

Our Wedding Is Better Than Yours

We are in full force on the wedding planning front. This weekend we took care of lots of biznezz, and are starting to feel less stressed. Of course, with the help of lovely Andrea, we'll be even more at ease...as soon as we figure out what it is that we want!

Anyway, I'm looking forward to being an old married couple with Lesley, not that we already aren't. She's the best and I knew instantly that she was the gal for me.

So look forward to a night of debauchery and fun on March 12th - well, as much debauchery we can have with my mom present.
-ld

Friday, December 16, 2005

Everyone Is Sick

I can't get away from all these sick people. I usually get sick this time every year, but I'm trying so hard not to right now! EmergenC packets galore, zinc lozenges, gloves on muni. i'll try anything.

amoeba is like a germ labratory - seriously. everyone here is sick or is just getting over it and they all come to work with their illnesses cuz we only get three tiny sick days per year. that's not even enough to tackle one cold, let alone all the shit we pick up from each other around here.

also, one of my dear friends is sick with some sort of stomach thing - either a virus or food poisoning, so now i'm on constant watch for signs of nausea.

geez, re-reading this makes me seem really f-ing crazy! i'll just try to enjoy today and not think about the possible cold i may get tomorrow.
-ld

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Book Clubs Are Fun



If any of my friends want to joing Table For One as a virtual member, we are reading my pick this time, Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins. I first read this book when I was in college and dating a girl named Rachel Goza. For you trivia buffs, this was also the girl that was in a sorority, and yes, we did the dirty deed within those all-girl walls. no pun intended. and right after that, I got mono, so go figure.

Anyway, it's a great book about redheads, smokers, outer space, love and death. what more could you want, right?

Thursday, December 08, 2005

A Dream I Always Have

Last night I dreamt again about my childhood home. It was very intense. I often dream about the house on N Street, and this morning I realized that this year marks 20 years that I've lived outside that house, the only place I've ever felt truly at home.

The dream was this: I was myself at the age that I am now. I went to visit the house and decided to knock on the door. An old lady answered and I said, 'I know you don't know me. My name is Laura and I grew up in this house.' She welcomed me in and I immediately started crying. (In fact, I'm having a hard time not crying while typing this.) Anyway, I walked in and things were somewhat the same as they were when I left. There was still the recessed living room with the dark wood panelling. The kitchen was a little different - they had changed the wallpaper but in the corner over the sink, the had left a little square of the old wallpaper which was torn and crumbling. i touched it and the old lady smiled at me and took my arm. We crossed the house into my old room which was bigger and felt a little off. I pointed out the window that was situated high on the ceiling - a small window that looked out onto a tree in the backyard. I told her that I used to be so afraid of that window, always imagining someone would try to creep through and hurt me at night. then we went into the backyard, which is a sloping, fairly large yard with two trees and a chain link fence that runs the length of the far end. When I was little, the other side of the fence was just open fields that I wasn't allowed to play in. (once me and Jason snuck in there when it was snowing. we ran so far - free and young. we just couldn't resist all that wide open space) anyway, in my dream the field had turned into a golf course, and this made me very sad. I pointed out to the old lady that I had climbed that tree with the little red berries in it almost every day. the dream ended as i stood on the patio looking at the tree.

when i woke up this morning, i remembered the dream. my eyes were swollen and felt weird. i realized that i wasn't just crying in my dream - but also in my sleep.

i've decided that the next time i go to arkansas, i'm going to knock on that door. it scares me to think of how the house has changed and i know it may be very upsetting to go back there. or maybe i should just stay away. i'll always remember how it's supposed to look in my dreams.
-L

Monday, December 05, 2005

Old White Men


This posting is about some of the old white men that I happen to love. First of all, Mr. Ralph Stanley - probably the most recognizable voice in bluegrass history. I love bluegrass, and Stanley's voice is haunting, and embodies the term "high lonesome." He also invented a new type of banjo picking that he called the claw hammer style. His early recordings with his brother - as the Stanley Brothers - are as fun as they are tragic, as moody as they are romping. For some reason, I can handle fiercly religious music if it's set to the tune of hillbilly. It must be the vibe of my ancestors. Stanley is getting on in years now, and it is one of my goals for 2006 to see him live before he passes on.



Also, I know it's a little popular to say this right now, but who in their right mind doesn't love Johnny Cash? If you haven't seen Walk the Line yet, make it a priority. Listening to Johnny Cash reminds me of my dad and grandfather sitting in the kitchen with their cups of disgusting tobacco remnants talking about what they should plant in the garden this year.

Other old white men I like are Kenny Rogers - hello, he's The Gambler - and dudes like Paul McCartney, Pete Townsend, and well, my dad. But we are all very very lucky that he agrees not to sing in public.
-L