Mary had never experienced anything like this before. She sat in the coffee shop and drank her coffee read the paper….then just pretending to read the paper she played the events over again in her head. She brushed her blond hair a side and looked down at the freshly painted toes.
The bachelor pads she had been to before had taught her a few things. One, there will never be any toilet paper, two no matter how much the men drank there would never be any beer. Lastly, no matter how much the men liked to eat and could consume there is never any chips or food of any kind handy. The only thing you find on a Sunday morning at a bachelor pad was empty beer bottles and full cigarette trays.
All that she could deal with, she wasn’t surprised. She took another sip of her coffee.
“You want a fill up?” The waitress asked as she came around. She had on her work poly uniform and nurses shoes.
“Please.” and she pushed her coffee cup towards the middle of the table so the waitress could pour easier. Her phone cell phone rang. She was happy to see it was her girlfriend Terra on the other end.
“Hey, so how did it go?” Terra asked.
“I have no idea.” Mary played with the sugar that had spilled next to her coffee cup.
“What do you mean? What happened?” Terra said.
“Okay, Trent asked me to come over after surfing and I thought that was great and all. I even brought some groceries, some toilet paper, and some wine.”
“You brought over some food? Why did you do that?”
“I was hungry and he just asked me to come over and hang nothing about getting something to eat and I just got out f the water from surfing. What like I’m not going to be starving? Who isn’t hungry after going out into the water?”
“Okay I follow you. What did you bring?” Terra asked.
“I brought stuff to make spaghetti and I cooked it up and even made some garlic toast. All the guys that live there were watching the game. I couldn’t talk to them since it was the play offs and I know no matter how interesting I am, I can’t compete with that. Plus they really hate in when women talk and interrupt the game. I made food and pretty much sat there and ate by myself.”
“That totally stinks. What did Trent do?” Terra said sympathetically.
“He ate the spaghetti I made. They all did. He didn’t sit next to me or anything or talk to me during commercials. I got so bored and thought. I could be at home listening to jazz and reading a book. So I left. Even the sight of all those guys in board shorts wasn’t attractive anymore.” Mary said with a sigh.
“Was he just tired from Surfing and just into the game? Really that stinks though. Even a dog will give you a kiss. They don’t have the manners God gave a dog!”
“I guess so. It still stunk. There was one good thing.” Mary said.
“Really what was that?”
“All the beer cans and bottles. They didn’t want it so I took it all and filled up my car. I had enough money after wards to get myself a manicure and pedicure!” She smiled and looked down at her feet again.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Inspiration
There are a lot of people that inspire me, in my dancing and my writing. I get a lot of inspiration from other women, even though I don’t have that many women friends. It’s not that I don’t get along with them. It is just easier to be around men.
Dorothy Parker inspires me as a writer, she was so fun and smart with a wicked sense of humor. You can see that in her writing, her poems always had a bite to them. While her life, and other writers lives can be a mess, she is no less a fine writer.
I admire the courage of women that are the first to do something, like the first to set records in drag racing. As a little girl, bored to tears at TG&Y I was amazed to look up at the model cars and see one woman in front of her own race car. Thanks Shirley!
Other dancers and performers inspire me as well. Right now I am enjoying seeing Lady Ga Ga, at her VMA performance. It’s great to see someone expressing themselves in their art, be it dance, song or both. When I look at other performers I can’t help but be amazed how they put out all that emotion and energy. Sometimes I wonder if I am holding back too much.
The other day on the Sundance channel there was two great shows about fashion. It was wonderful to see Karl Lagerfield designing and laboring over a certain shoulder bad shape. It was fun to see Marc Jacobs playing with colors and making things work. The huge bag that was made of several bags, it was just amazing. While I may never own such a piece of couture it inspires me to dress up a bit more, pull out another outfit besides my main stay of denim skirts and put on my 50’s skirt and a nice top.
Some performers like to carry that idea and mystery of their persona to everyday. I can’t do that, not working at a scooter shop with oil and grease and sharp corners that can catch my skirts. I have chickens to take care of and I wear my big black rubber boots for that. No glam while pick up eggs and getting water for the chickens.
With the classes I take my teachers are an endless source of inspiration. Things that we are working on in class end up in my dances. As a way for me to really get it down, and to expand my routines, it can be boring if a dancer keeps doing the same thing over and over. I have seen really pretty girls that dance; if they throw in a few more moves it would make their dances so much more interesting.
A lot of performers try to be sexy. It gets boring, when there is also sultry, cute, flirty, and smart/sexy. There are so many other things they could do besides just being overtly sexy. If there is little thought behind the act, will anyone remember it?
Dorothy Parker inspires me as a writer, she was so fun and smart with a wicked sense of humor. You can see that in her writing, her poems always had a bite to them. While her life, and other writers lives can be a mess, she is no less a fine writer.
I admire the courage of women that are the first to do something, like the first to set records in drag racing. As a little girl, bored to tears at TG&Y I was amazed to look up at the model cars and see one woman in front of her own race car. Thanks Shirley!
Other dancers and performers inspire me as well. Right now I am enjoying seeing Lady Ga Ga, at her VMA performance. It’s great to see someone expressing themselves in their art, be it dance, song or both. When I look at other performers I can’t help but be amazed how they put out all that emotion and energy. Sometimes I wonder if I am holding back too much.
The other day on the Sundance channel there was two great shows about fashion. It was wonderful to see Karl Lagerfield designing and laboring over a certain shoulder bad shape. It was fun to see Marc Jacobs playing with colors and making things work. The huge bag that was made of several bags, it was just amazing. While I may never own such a piece of couture it inspires me to dress up a bit more, pull out another outfit besides my main stay of denim skirts and put on my 50’s skirt and a nice top.
Some performers like to carry that idea and mystery of their persona to everyday. I can’t do that, not working at a scooter shop with oil and grease and sharp corners that can catch my skirts. I have chickens to take care of and I wear my big black rubber boots for that. No glam while pick up eggs and getting water for the chickens.
With the classes I take my teachers are an endless source of inspiration. Things that we are working on in class end up in my dances. As a way for me to really get it down, and to expand my routines, it can be boring if a dancer keeps doing the same thing over and over. I have seen really pretty girls that dance; if they throw in a few more moves it would make their dances so much more interesting.
A lot of performers try to be sexy. It gets boring, when there is also sultry, cute, flirty, and smart/sexy. There are so many other things they could do besides just being overtly sexy. If there is little thought behind the act, will anyone remember it?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Cheerleading
There they are; on the sidelines in short skirts and pom-poms in their hands. Jumping up and down and shouting cheers. Do the players really care? It’s the coaches that give the players direction and keep them in the zone. Before and after the game it would be nice to see them and they are pretty, but do they really keep the players going? They may really be there to keep the crowd going.
If the players were really watching the cheerleaders too much, they would be told to get their head ‘back in the game’. When our friends give us encouragement sometimes its’ called cheer-leading. It can be helpful, just like the crowd yelling and cheering.
How gives encouragement to the cheerleaders? Their coaches and what about all the coaches, where do they get encouragement? The people that coach are more of the type A personalities and they are pretty much go-getters in the first place. They don’t always need cheering.
I envy those kinds of people and look up to them. They just go and do and don’t whine and carry on and need cheer-leading. Sometimes they do and their friends and family do the cheer-leading. The ones doing the cheering are usually the type C personalities. They are the helpers and they usually see then need the others have in being cheered on. They are people that also need cheers, but don’t receive them.
It maybe that since they help others, the ones they help assume the cheerleaders have all the pep in the world and don’t need help. The irony, cheerleaders need to be told they are good and need encouragement, why else would they put themselves in front of a crowd of people that will give them applause? Yes, it’s because they need it.
The people that don’t need all that will never understand why others need applause. These ones get praise for all they great things they do and achieve. To get praise for jumping up and down, quite hard work by the way, or acting or singing, seems silly to them. If we didn’t have needy actors and singers, who would we watch perform? At the same time if we didn’t have bankers and engineers; who would have money to put on a show, no one really.
It does take all types to run the world and everyone has something to bring to the table. We can’t look down on artist who does anything just for the love of art, without that dedication we wouldn’t have great works of art. We can’t look down at the stable people that don’t create but do other worthwhile jobs. Neither one is crazy. We should appreciate both the player and the cheerleader; both may need to be built up at one time or another.
If the players were really watching the cheerleaders too much, they would be told to get their head ‘back in the game’. When our friends give us encouragement sometimes its’ called cheer-leading. It can be helpful, just like the crowd yelling and cheering.
How gives encouragement to the cheerleaders? Their coaches and what about all the coaches, where do they get encouragement? The people that coach are more of the type A personalities and they are pretty much go-getters in the first place. They don’t always need cheering.
I envy those kinds of people and look up to them. They just go and do and don’t whine and carry on and need cheer-leading. Sometimes they do and their friends and family do the cheer-leading. The ones doing the cheering are usually the type C personalities. They are the helpers and they usually see then need the others have in being cheered on. They are people that also need cheers, but don’t receive them.
It maybe that since they help others, the ones they help assume the cheerleaders have all the pep in the world and don’t need help. The irony, cheerleaders need to be told they are good and need encouragement, why else would they put themselves in front of a crowd of people that will give them applause? Yes, it’s because they need it.
The people that don’t need all that will never understand why others need applause. These ones get praise for all they great things they do and achieve. To get praise for jumping up and down, quite hard work by the way, or acting or singing, seems silly to them. If we didn’t have needy actors and singers, who would we watch perform? At the same time if we didn’t have bankers and engineers; who would have money to put on a show, no one really.
It does take all types to run the world and everyone has something to bring to the table. We can’t look down on artist who does anything just for the love of art, without that dedication we wouldn’t have great works of art. We can’t look down at the stable people that don’t create but do other worthwhile jobs. Neither one is crazy. We should appreciate both the player and the cheerleader; both may need to be built up at one time or another.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Events
There is so much to do around town it can be hard to figure out which events you want to enjoy. This last weekend was no exception. There was Liza, at the Hollywood bowl, other concerts, and films. We went to the last weekend of the Sawdust festival.
As a child I was taken to all the art festival events in Laguna. With the exception of the “Pageant of the Masters” I have done it all. The Sawdust has become my favorite. There is some artist’s work that I only see there and I go every year to see what they have done next.
Like writers these artist work in a studio with just their thoughts and inspiration. Which is great don’t get me wrong, it just can be a bit lonely. If you are not a performance artist, you don’t get to hear how much people like you work and you don’t get that imitate feed-back. Meeting one of my favorite artists over the weekend, I had to admit I gushed. Not that I cared, I know how important to hear the people like my work. I know it’s the same for him.
On Sunday I had a performance and it was attended by one of my girlfriends. It had been a challenge for me to work with a live band. I hope I did a good job; they gave me about a two minute song. For the second act I closed the show with some recorded music. I did get some applause; I don’t think all in the crowd was into it. This is a risk you take when you get on stage.
In all it was a successful night and I am glad I worked on my dances as much as I have. In the last few weeks I have lost 6 pounds. I still have my goal I’m working towards. When I make my goal I’m going to treat myself to a facial or other beauty treatment. Nothing that involves calories, we can’t always think of food as a reward.
Sure not all our weekends are eventful. Sometimes it’s just nice to have a low-key weekend and just stay home, get things done around the house and then relax after a good meal. Some don’t like to be out in a crowd that often they preference is to stay home and only once in awhile go out to a local spot. However we spend our weekends, whatever events we enjoy, at least we have our friends to share it with.
As a child I was taken to all the art festival events in Laguna. With the exception of the “Pageant of the Masters” I have done it all. The Sawdust has become my favorite. There is some artist’s work that I only see there and I go every year to see what they have done next.
Like writers these artist work in a studio with just their thoughts and inspiration. Which is great don’t get me wrong, it just can be a bit lonely. If you are not a performance artist, you don’t get to hear how much people like you work and you don’t get that imitate feed-back. Meeting one of my favorite artists over the weekend, I had to admit I gushed. Not that I cared, I know how important to hear the people like my work. I know it’s the same for him.
On Sunday I had a performance and it was attended by one of my girlfriends. It had been a challenge for me to work with a live band. I hope I did a good job; they gave me about a two minute song. For the second act I closed the show with some recorded music. I did get some applause; I don’t think all in the crowd was into it. This is a risk you take when you get on stage.
In all it was a successful night and I am glad I worked on my dances as much as I have. In the last few weeks I have lost 6 pounds. I still have my goal I’m working towards. When I make my goal I’m going to treat myself to a facial or other beauty treatment. Nothing that involves calories, we can’t always think of food as a reward.
Sure not all our weekends are eventful. Sometimes it’s just nice to have a low-key weekend and just stay home, get things done around the house and then relax after a good meal. Some don’t like to be out in a crowd that often they preference is to stay home and only once in awhile go out to a local spot. However we spend our weekends, whatever events we enjoy, at least we have our friends to share it with.
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