I Do Not Want the Anal Probe

Greetings and salutations, friend.

The direction I was given yesterday in my "playwrighting basics workshop" was to find some time each day to do some writing. I thought, "Hell. I blog." This is writing, right? Right. Now that that's covered... moving on.

My other workshop -- today's workshop -- is "Vocal Orchestration and the Spoken Word." Or something. We spent a great deal of time this evening talking about operatives, primary and secondary emphasis, and the way in which those obscure things changed the way we delivered our lines. When asked what part of today's class "resonated" with me, I truly wanted to tell the instructor (incidentally, the CEO of the theatre), "This is just like the 'I Do Not Want the Anal Probe' game." But... I didn't. (It's quite the fun game in that it does not actually involve an anal probe.)

Seems I was busy -- this weekend -- doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before. (And, of course, any Prince references are included in honor of Prince's hometown of Minneapolis. Glad we could clear that up.) Spent a great deal of time with Matt, bumming around Uptown, window shopping and eating good food. He bought a hat that makes him look like a superhero. (Not a raspberry beret, but I bet you could work him into the superhero idea you have for John, me, and you.) He found a hat that read "Sheep" and had a picture of, yes, a sheep on it. Seems they'll make hats that do all sorts of things besides keep your head warm.

We ate sushi made by a guy named Steve and rushed to get into the liquor store before closing. I drank tea and I made coffee for the first time in 3 months. (Can't say I missed it, really, even if I was making it for Matt.) We peed in a Lutheran church -- I felt like a secret agent on a stealth mission! -- and went to a coffee shop for bikers. Yay for Bob's Java Hut.

We went to the only Steelers' bar in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area (there are so many!), The Starting Gate, and met up with an old friend. We drank beer, and went shopping for groceries. We rented a movie, watched some ZIM! and cooked some dinner. Life was -- is -- good.

It felt good to feel like I was home again.
Even if all it took was dinner, wine, Ben & Jerry's, and falling asleep on the couch halfway through a movie.

Good sighs,
Meredith