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2005-01-28 - 8:48 a.m. Mophead's Amazing Morphing Vacation Plans I had been planning a trip to Victoria over Reading Week to visit a friend and his roommate; I have decided against this, for so very many reasons. The plan morphed (as they do) into using that air-fare credit to get to my little ass to Montreal, as FGB has decided there is a meditation sitting that he must attend the very same weekend we were to be off to the Circus and so I have to find my own way there. Which is fantastic, and I am overjoyed for him. Now I notice that something amazing is happening in San Francisco the week before I am to be in Montreal, and I begin to think that my trip ought to start there. (As if he isn't the cutest old man of all time!). Then we could both be studying with our gurus that week. Fabulousness.
Ran into him when I was at Mosaics yesterday with mom. Freaky Trivia Bit #1: He is 24, handsome, and he uses the word "lady-friend" in conversation. I have never met anyone in the universe who uses that word, other than the Boy with the Mandolin. Freaky Trivia Bit #2: The jeans he was wearing yesterday had MB's last name embroidered just above the right asscheek pocket (not that I was looking at his ass, of course). What is the universe trying to say, and why can't she just spit it out?
Eight hours and counting until I will be in Calgary with the Mandolin Boy. There is a Burning Man Dekompression Party and a Big Important Talk (barf or shudder, I can't decide) on the weekend's itinerary, and possibly a trip to the hardware store to get supplies for making hula hoops and poi sets. I'm making a broccoli strudel for dinner either tonight or tomorrow night (we'll see what our time frame is tonight), because I truly believe that phyllo pastry, when used properly, can heal all the world's (and the heart's) ills. The recipe makes two rolls, each roll feeds 4 or 5 people, and they freeze beautifully. It is one of my favourite sorta-simple meals, and making it is like playing Arts and Crafts cuz you get to brush oil on beautiful paper-thin food. Ya know, Arts and Crafts, but without the weed and the rolling papers. (Jokes that only the Backer will understand.)
Who laughs when a drag queen removes her Cleopatra gown and starts chiding herself for being an Ugly Stupid Bitch? Who laughs at the self-loathing that we all (but especially those of us who gender ourselves as women) feel as our bodies age and run away from our control? I was totally confused by the audience's reaction, but I thoroughly enjoyed the play despite this.
Q: Where's the best place in Edmonton to have a heart attack? A: In a taxi. Your driver is probably a surgeon. -mopheaded hopes to move to a foreign country with her PhD and drive a taxi someday...
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