6.28.2007

I am going to Vegas in 1.5 days. This is very exciting. I get to actually go somewhere with my 3 hot girlfriends, who are all equally lovely on their insides as well.

We are going to see "Zumanity", the "sensual side of Cirque du Soleil". I hope I am not embarrassed if there are gyrations or nudity, because at this point, I am uncomfortable just thinking about it. I don't think I could see the show with my boyfriend, or any member of my family. Even writing the words "member" and "family" in the same sentence makes me uncomfortable. I suppose all that will be worked out soon in therapy.

But I am excited to see dancing and ropes and all the cirquey stuff... it is really quite amazing, when you think about it. Imagine being a dancer in one of these Cirque performances... "No, I can't go out tonight. I have to go to dance practice now. I am going to be suspended on a 100 foot rope by my right foot, and then dropped into a giant wooden wheel where I will run like a hamster into a pool of orange sparkly water." See, no boring "work convos" when you are a Cirque performer. None.

Right now, I have the movie "Pulse" playing in the background. The main character is played by one of my favorite 20-something actresses, Kristen Bell.

I am afraid I have disappointing news: It is SO bad, that I have stopped turning around to view the TV screen. In fact, I am actually afraid to walk near it. There is a small possibility that I will be forced into a twilight-zone-type entertainment vortex where every time I sit down in a movie theatre, expecting to see the latest Eddie Murphy character, I see Kristen Bell in "Pulse." And it just happens, over and over. And then I ponder suicide, since death appears much more palatable than an eternity of viewing Kristen Bell in crappy dark eyeliner and greasy skin.

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6.25.2007

The Flight of the Conchords

I love them!


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