Suppose I Accidentally Got My Shit Together

I heard MC 900 Foot Jesus on the radio on the way home last night. I don't even think Cmdr. Pop would get as big a thrill out of that as I did.

Here's a link to Harriet Miers' correspondence with then-Gov. Shrub. Therein, we learn that she has a fondness for cheesy Anne Geddes cards, can write both impenetrable legalese and in a sort of gushy-dork-who-wants-to-hang-with-the-cool-kids style, and has seriously weird handwriting. I can't wait for the armchair analysts of the internet to work on her penmanship--what's up with those p's? They take up half the damn page! What does it all meeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaannnnn?

The show opened Friday and was quite the success. I screwed up on Saturday night, but apparently it wasn't as bad as all that. I spent entirely too much time kicking myself for it. Our backstage area was a sight to behold--less Green Room, more "Garden of Delights." Cheese, crackers, peanuts, little sausages, grapes, pretzels, a case of wine--I kept wondering when the dancing boys were going to show up. Of course all the other actresses were fantastic. I've seen the show a zillion times in rehearsals, but I never get tired of watching the other ladies do their thing. I'm going to miss this show when it's over.

In a lifetime fraught with bizarre social encounters, I had one experience Monday that about took the cake. I was getting into my car after work, and some guy comes running up to me. "Please tell me you have jumper cables," he said. "I really need some jumper cables." I did, and I offered to jump his car for him, but, as it turns out, the car was way over by the Fox Theater (maybe five or so blocks up Woodward from where I park). Anyway, he was desperate. "I'll give you twenty bucks for 'em," he said. "I'll leave you my phone, so you know I'm coming back." I was willing to just let him have the stupid things, it's not like they are hard to find, but the guy wanted to . . . I don't know, make a trade or something.

"Don't get offended," he finally said. "Please don't be offended by this but--do you smoke weed? Because I . . . uh, do a little business, you know. And I'll give you some weed for your jumper cables."