Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?

V-DAY: Steven and I have tickets to see Fiddler on the Roof with Topol as Tevye. I cannot begin to express how psyched I am, considering this was what the musical was my senior year. This shall totally be the best VDay EVER.

I don't even care if we have to scarf noodles from takeaway before. I AM THRILLED!

I'm just going stick this behind a cut. Don't read if easily grossed out by body stuff.

( TMI, ahoy! )

So, we went to see CATS Tuesday night. We borrowed a wheelchair because there was too much walking for me to do on crutches. Of course, when we got to the theatre, after having left said crutches in the car, we found out that our seats were on the third floor, fourth row from the very, very top. There was no way in hell I would be able to get there, even if I had the crutches. I was crushed. I figured we'd basically have to eat the tickets because I couldn't get to our seats. So, while I went to potty, Steven sought out the house manager and explained the situation to him. By the time I came back out, after struggling over the goddamn doorjamb-- who the fuck builds it sloped on only one side!? I couldn't get out of the alcove without someone pushing me, the house manager had exchanged our tickets for two unsold handicapped seats! They actually turned out to be better than our original seats, as well.

The performance was good, excepting that they cut out The Pekes and The Poms, which is one of my favourite pieces! Bah. The lady who sang Grizabella had a great voice, the lady who played Rumpleteazer was great, and same with Mr. Mistoffeles. The woman who sang the companion part of the reprise of Memory and the duet of Moments of Happiness, however, made me want to scream and throw things. She had a high, squeaky, nasal voice that might possibly have worked as Roxy Hart or a ganster's moll, but that was it. Actually, she sounded a little like Columbia from Rocky Horror Picture Show. I wanted to beat her.

Our dinner out was fantastic. We went to the No Name on the fish pier. Holy christ, did we have amazing service. Because I couldn't get up all their stairs (see a theme here?), the I assume owner or general manager seated us downstairs and personally waited on us. This man let me do nothing. He poured water for me, tied my bib on me, waited while both of us tried our dinner to make sure we approved... It was amazing. Our meal included a huge bowl of seafood chowder, a beer, fried scrod that was about 2lbs of fish, a good size boiled lobster, a side of friend scallops and shirmp, corn, fresh french fries,  what seemed to be about a half pound of cole slaw, and all the fresh garlic bread we could eat. It totalled $43. The No Name is my new favourite restaurant.

That's pretty much it. We went to Rhode Island today to see my grandparents and we got haircuts. It's snowing again right now and I am sleepy as all get out. Steven's eating the homemade pita chips I made yesterday.

I'm off to bed.

Delerium was awesome last night. They ended up playing a two hour set, which I was not expecting. We ended up getting there kind of late, since technically doors were at 6 and the show started at 7, but the opening act was a side project that I wasn't overly worried about seeing. The Axis looks completely different from the last time I was there. They've cleaned up the place a lot... I actually want to say that they moved the women's room to another place, but irregardless, they definitely redid it. The best thing was that Boston is smoke-free, now, so no more coming home smelling like an ash tray. I indeed might start steering less away from shows in town, now. They're usually less expensive and since I work retail now.

Speaking of, I start training tomorrow. It should be ok for now through Christmas, but I definitely want to see if I can get something else when I go back to UMass in the spring. Realistically, I'm not going to want to go to school for a full day, with a full class load, and then want to drive all the way back to the South Shore, through traffic, to work a 4 1/2 hour shift. It's not worth minimum wage. What I really need is to win the lottery or have a rich, eccentric relative that I've never met suddently die and leave me their whole fortune, including a mansion on the beach.

It's too bad I wasn't paid to be imaginative.

I did nothing today. I didn't feel really well and I've kind of had a fever off and on since I woke up (late). Missed soc class because I had a doctor's appointment, which I completely forgot to get a note about. The doctor's appointment really only confirmed that a) I still have low blood pressure, but the pills are keeping it at low-normal and b) I still have a little bit of a heart murmur. I knew both of these things. She had me schedule another appointment for three months and call if I have any problems. I'm basically all set with dizzy spells; I've had none since about two weeks into taking the pill.

Must remember to use free pizza coupon tomorrow before I forget about it again and it expires.

I am not going to see Don Giovanni unless some miracle happens. Because I suck, I never got my act together to check when tickets went on sale, so tonight, the night before opening night, there were no $15 tickets left and I certainly cannot afford $43.50. I'm a little annoyed with myself. I suppose I could get tickets to see La Traviata in March, but Verdi is definitely not Mozart. I'm mildly tempted, however, because the Teatro Lirico D'Europa has gotten phenomenal reviews. Realistically, seeing either La Traviata or Rigoletto would probably be as good. Rigoletto is kind of Verdi's version of Don Giovanni, as well.. Maybe I'll console myself with tickets to that. Realistically, anything more that $20 is out of the question.

Or I'll call tomorrow and see if there are rush tickets.