Diary of a Scribe Day 23

So now that all of the birthday and GaGa brouhaha is over, you'd think that I would be able to get back to work on my stories.

Nope. Instead, I've decided to open up my options and spend this next year blogging, continuing my "33 for 33" series. The next series will be "33 Cocktails That I Can't Live Without" or something way shorter.

I was having such a hard time writing a review of the concert...I couldn't remember a thing, so the words wouldn't come. I had to pore over pictures, and listen to what my phone recorded rather badly, and youtube was a big help, but this was a hard one to do since I remembered NOT ONE DETAIL.

But this wasn't the most normal of weeks. Nothing was as it should be, between being finished EARLY with our concert preparations, so that opened the door to chaos the day of, and then my birthday was on the 22nd, so I was exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was work, when I could sleep. Yeah, it doesn't sound good when I say it, but I knew what that week was about, and it wasn't about writing, not directly.

I had to try to force myself to pay attention to the dancers and the dancers bodies and what this group was trained to do and what it took to put on this type of show.

I didn't care about research. I saw Lady GaGa. And it was better than the Marilyn Manson Mechanical Animals tour, that is for sure!

Diary of a Scribe Day 21

I am having a really hard time coming up with a review of The Monster Ball.

It's not Writer's Block. The words would come if the memories would come.

I can't remember much about the show.

Can you believe that?

I mean, I know she was there and I know she was fierce, but I don't remember anything. And it doesn't help that my camera didn't roll out the awesome pics it claims to. I'm having to glean from other peoples' memories and photos. It's slowly coming together, but not fast enough.

My mini Gaga depression was lifted a little last night when David Mays and I hit The Boom for some birthday fun. Renee Hilton performed to Speechless in a bright yellow vinyl outfit. Fantastic.

There's another show next week. And trust me, you're gonna want to go.

Diary of a Scribe Day 19.5

Yes, I'm super late for this one.

I'm not even going to lie. There was NO WAY I could sit down and be coherent on Monday night. I was running over and over my list of stuff I needed to pack up for The Monster Ball.

I'm still having troubles being coherent even now. I have selective amnesia. I can remember what happened BEFORE and AFTER the show, but a good chunk of the actual concert memory is locked away. I think I'm keeping is close on purpose. But I'm working on it so I can do a review of the show. It was truly amazing.

So. Monday. Yeah. There was no way. I couldn't even listen to her music. I just wanted to make sure I had everything. Clothing, make up, TICKET. I went over and over than list. It was INSANE that we were finished WAY before the show even got here. Tay's outfit was the last to get together, and that's just because the corset was coming from Japan by way of Hong Kong. It was slated to arrive some time on Monday, but thankfully, it showed up on the Saturday before.

I did my normal after work stuff, but I also took a peek at the review from the St. Louis show that got me really excited just reading the stuff. I hoped that I could remember half as much as this guy wrote...If you click on the title of this blog it will take you to that particular review.

I actually got to sleep that night, but I'm not sure how. I tried to run myself down at work so I could...The fact that most of the order was still there definitely helped...but then I got home, ate some food, did some laundry, packed up, and rolled my hair on rags...put on a little Doctor Who, and tried to relax. I finally went to bed, being careful of my hair--rag rollers are a BITCH but they are effective!

I woke up in the exact same position I fell asleep in. I didn't move a muscle until it was time to get up, take my hair down, load the car, and go to work.

And that's where Tuesday begins.

Diary of a Scribe Day 11

Warning: This blog may contain spoilers about Ken Kesey's "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." But don't be disappointed if it doesn't.

So, like I said the night before the last post, I absolutely got nothing done last night, but I had actually scheduled that. We are EIGHT days away from seeing Lady Gaga so a good chunk of time will be spent in the Little Monsters Sweatshop. (We REALLY need to be calling it the OLD Monsters Sweatshop, but I'm not even going to get into that discussion.

For the longest time I haven't been able to get inspired on anything related to sewing. Apparently I've taken a sabbatical from my sewing machine AND retired as a Stage Manager, all in one swoop. I've just had virtually no interest in either, although I have many projects in both worlds.

My current project is my costume for The Monster Ball. Really, all I had to do was think of these fabulous ideas and then realize "Nope. You can't wear THAT in July. In Oklahoma." It was going to be awesome and elaborate. Now it's as simple as can be, b/c once the haze of delight started to dissipate, I don't go "All Out" anymore. I'm all about being comfortable. My outfit is mostly comfortable and is only mildly obnoxious.

As you can see from my Spoiler Warning above I finished reading Cuckoo's nest. It was a REALLY good book. I really like how it was told, and the language...And I totally knew how it was going to end. Didn't make it any less....well, less.

I'm going to start on Dante's "Inferno" very soon. I'm trying to wade through the Introduction...I need to prepare myself...I'm not a fan of poetry in general, and the only epic poem I've ever read was "The Odyssey," and of course I liked it. And then there's that Shakespeare fella I knew once who's plays were pretty much epic poems...

So here I am. Nothing to show for yesterday's work....except for this late blog and empty pages waiting to be filled. I'd better get to it.

Diary of a Scribe Day 10

So this week seemed to go by faster than last week, which was good. All was fine until Sonic gave me food poisoning and put me out of commission for well over 24 hours, and then this evening, just before close, it got super busy and it was ridiculous and I got hit by a change artist. Little old black m----- f-----. (If it had been a fat blonde bitch, I woulda said "fat blonde bitch.")Oh, and all of my devices that allow me to be in contact with the world are on the fritz. It's a crap shoot...This blog MAY be on time, but then again, it may have to be saved until I get to Rory's computer tomorrow, another day I bet I won't get much done. Tomorrow is a session of the Little Monsters Sweatshop. Rory's costume is done. It's my turn.

So I am infuriated, and incredibly glad that I got some writing done before I went in to work. I can't really concentrate, and once again, I'm not in the mood for music. Just going to keep watching Doctor Who, and Glee, and LOST. Maybe some Futurama. I could use a laugh.

I'm working on the characters re-meet. It just happened> "He" walks into her club, scares her bartender and creeps her out before showing her his ID to prove that he is a Private Investigator AND her neighbor in her younger years. That's about as far as I've gotten, but I did unearth a good plot point that I hadn't thought of before....Someone's got a stalker....I'll be playing around with that idea while I'm picking up the living room floor and packing my gear for the Sweatshop tomorrow.

"I want your love and I want your revenge; you and me could write a bad romance."

Words to live by.