 Marley Krupnik |
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Yesterday I showed up promptly at 3:00 my friend's two-year-old son's birthday party proudly putting the chocolate chip cheese ball on the table and then realized that all the other food was already all eaten because the party ended -- not started -- at 3:00. I felt very stupid! The party was very cute. The kids were having a blast playing in the dirt, sand, and homemade play-dough that looked like mud. It was very dirty out though because it rained a little bit and was on the construction site of my friend's new house. It got pretty hot when we were cleaning up, and at some point, someone asked me, "Why are you wearing jeans?" and before I could answer, my friend announced loudly, "Eliza always wears jeans. She never wears shorts. She hates to show off her legs." And I just looked at her like, "Jigga what?" Sometimes people say really random nonsensical things. I wore jeans because I have a mad phobia of west nile fever and the propensity to get sucked dry by mosquitoes and was not going to be exposing any more skin than necessary on a rainy muggy afternoon at an outside party in the dirt. WHATEVER! It just made me kind of uncomfortable as if I have some leg image issue that I actually do not have nor have ever mentioned to her or anyone else and all of a sudden people just stopped and looked at me as if trying to see my legs with x-ray vision through the denim to figure out what is so wrong with them that I "never wear shorts." Of all the parts of my body that I find grossly unattractive (namely my buddha belly, my bulbous butt, and my undereye circles) my legs aren't even one of them. And I think what bugged me most about the comment was what if I DID have some kind of leg issue? What if I really were too mortified ever to show them in public? Wouldn't it be kind of rude to point that out to everyone so that I became the center of everyone's focus as they mulled over me and my fucked up legs? Whatever. It was irritating. On Friday night, I went to an eighties concert, and I'm here to tell you that there's nothing quite like some Def Leppard, Corey Hart, and Madonna to unite us all. People were just overcome with the need to rock out in sheer geeky happiness. I am chagrined to say that the one song I wanted most to hear was played after I left. And now I will forever rue the moment I decided to go home rather than stay until closing in order to hear what is in my mind Air Supply's greatest of all hits, "Making Love Out of Nothing At All." Damn it! I woke up on Saturday morning feeling like utter ass thanks to the smokiness of the bar the night before and the margaritas. I prostrated myself on the couch and watched many hours of The O.C. and was reacquainted with my Seth Cohen. Summer really was such a one-dimensional bitch in the first episodes that it's amazing we were able to have any respect for Seth at all for liking her so much. I'm still waiting for her to thaw and become remotely likeable much less a character for whom we'd root to end up with our favorite guy. I'm really liking Ryan a lot more this time around, which is weird, and my love for Kirsten and Sandy remains strong and pure. Marissa and her crazy angles still scare me. Soon it was time to tailgate, and I dragged myself out to campus. The game was pretty dull. I think we were all so tired from the night before that we were unable to rouse up much enthusiasm. I made it home just in time to see Eminem perform "Mosh" on SNL, and that made me very happy. I listen to Tavis Smiley's show to and from my lunch break, and I heard John Kerry on there today, and I have to say that he was awesome. He comes across so much better on radio than he does on TV (at least to me ... personally, despite how intelligent he is, I think he comes across in person as kind of a goober), and he just blew me away. It was a live cell phone interview, and he was composed and articulate and sounded so strong and smart and natural that my heart actually started beating faster as I hoped that a lot of undecided voters in swing states heard this interview because I just do not understand how anyone who heard it would not be moved to vote for the man. He was that good. "I just think that George Bush doesn't get it." Sing it, John Kerry. Sing it! I've been battling something that I suspect to be a sinus infection for the past few days. It started with a sore throat, but that passed and just moved into a steady, throbbing headache, a semi-stuffy nose, a perpetual river of throat drip, and the lovely sound of fluid gurgling in my ears every time I swallow. I don't think it's allergies, because my spring allergies produce itchy eyes, consecutive sneezes, and an OCEAN of snot pouring forth from my nostrils with typhoon force, and I'm not having that right now. The headache is the worst part. I started naming them. I just started yesterday. So yesterday's was Anastasia, and today's is Babbage. They are among the worst headaches I have ever had. The worst were the ones several years ago when I actually got all the way to Z. I got my wisdom teeth removed the day after finals my junior year of college, and while getting four teeth unceremoniously yanked forth from one's skull might unsurprisingly cause some headaches, I think the pain was exacerbated by breaking cold turkey from the caffeine that had been steadily coursing through my veins for the past two weeks while I set up camp in the coffee shop cramming my ass off for finals, because I was always much more of a last minute crammer than a regular studier. I don't know. But between the surgery and the sudden caffeine withdrawal, I seriously thought I might be going insane. I remember driving down the road with Gena a few days later and having to pull over because I thought I was going blind. She took over the wheel while I closed my eyes, leaned my head against the window, and muttered something about voices in my head (at least that's what she told me I did). Anyway, these aren't as bad as those were, but they're close. And now for a few Did You Knows ... did you know ... ... that the Before Sunset DVD comes out next Tuesday and that you should all see it as soon as you can? ... that Zuko either pooped or puked last night inside his crate and I'm not even savvy enough to be able to tell the difference? ... that I'm stuck on that song from The Last Five Years, the one where the woman sings, I don't know why people run, I don't know why things fall through, I don't know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you ... and that it's lyrical and sad? ... that I was just about to link my new favorite musical theatre website, which has to be the most comprehensive site on the web that I have ever seen, complete with histories and librettos and reviews and so much information that you can spend hours if not days poring over all of the musical theatre goodness and I wondered more than once how on earth this person has the time or resources to keep such site going, and I went to it just now and it is DOWN and that I am going to make a Paypal donation right this instant? ... that my sister is coming home in three weeks? ... that Ben Folds is lovely when he sings that once there was a way to get back homeward, once there was a way to get back home? ... that Raul Esparza is starring in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and that this news makes me feel mildly faint? ... that certain members of the Original Broadway Cast of RENT are being courted to be in the movie? ... that Marley decided to crawl under the covers and use Anastasia Krupnik as her pillow?  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