I just wanna take it off...

Well, it's been an interesting weekend. I haven't slept alone since four nights ago! Okay, so that sounds a lot dirtier than what actually happened. Well... not THAT much dirtier, but dirtier over a more extended period of time. Anyway, my date with Rush boy was Thursday night, and although it started out a little slow (I mean, come on, he's an interior design major... what do we have to talk about?), it got pretty fun once we got a big bottle of wine and pretty much finished it alone. Fun times ensued... and carried on until the next morning.

I was SO freaking tired on Friday, and it was so gross outside, that I got up in the morning to go to my tour guide training session/tryout, did my thing there, and immediately came home and slept all day. Roommate was dogsitting for a professor, so we spent the night there with a friend, pretending to do homework and be studious when really we were just playing with the dog and watching movies. I have to admit, though, when an old hookup drunk-texted me in what I can only presume was a booty call, it was SO satisfying to reply "I'm in bed with two other people right now, can I get back to you? Oh, did I mention it's a professor's bed?" Eat that, bitch. Not that I'm bitter or anything... heh.

With three people in one bed and a very energetic dog doing his best to squirm under the covers whenever possible, it was another night of little sleep... so I made up for it by staying in bed until 1:30. Oops. I got up, went home, showered, and just sort of lounged around for a few hours. (I love the word "lounged." It sounds so much classier than "sat around on my big, fat ass.") Then, the exciting event of my weekend... I saw the William Finn revue Make Me A Song at New World Stages.

I don't think I've ever gone into my love for Bill Finn on here, but... wow. He might actually be my favorite composer, which is REALLY saying something. Sondheim miiight be a teeny bit higher, but Finn is definitely the single most underrated songwriter in the musical theater canon today. March of the Falsettos and Falsettoland (later combined as Falsettos on Broadway) are two of the most ingenious, emotional, BRILLIANT shows ever written, and Elegies: A Song Cycle literally makes me cry every time I listen to its cast recording.

Anyway... the show itself wasn't entirely overwhelming, as since I'm a teeny bit obsessed, I have every recording of Finn's work available, and I can't say that any of the songs in this show were performed better than I'd ever head them before, but even just seeing them performed live was great, and there were a few songs even I had never heard before. But the really exciting thing about the show was that BILL FINN HIM-FUCKING-SELF WAS THERE AND I TALKED TO HIM. Seriously, I think that was the most affecting "celebrity" meeting I've ever had. I mean, what do you say to a man who's made you cry and laugh more than anyone you've ever actually known? Whose autobiographical songs are so deeply ingrained in you that you could probably sing them from memory as accurately as he can himself? Anyway, the answer is... "GahhhhhomgI'mahugefanIloveyouuuuu." Approximately. But anyway, he was very nice and signed my program and made my life.

Enough gushing. After that, nothing else that happened seemed that important (and really, how important can a night at Rush and more dogsitting actually be?), especially since I'm feeling a wee bit under the weather today. And now... the week begins. Blech. At least Thanksgiving is coming soon! I'd make some kind of pun about having that to give thanks for, but... I'm either too sick or not sick enough, depending on how you look at it. Peace out, y'all.