CelticTinkerbellIdiotOverallOkayEvening

Yes, yes... tonight I worked the River Center for the Celtic Woman show. For the first time, I was not an usher, but that was fine with me. I got to be security. I stood by the doors in Lower Portal L and made sure no one came in who wasn't involved with the show. No interaction with a single patron. After my last experience with that snooty-patooty dance competition I tried to work last time, a patron-free evening was just splendid.

There are actually 5 Celtic Women... and a choir, and a kilted bagpiper... at the very least. The women made me feel like I was looking at some version of a Tinkerbell in one of those delirious, vivid dreams I have sometimes. Like something out of Midsummer Night's Dream.

Toward the end, a group of about 30 stage hands filtered into the area where I was standing guard. They were mostly college-aged theater geeks. Most of the girls were overtly lesbian... spiky hair, thick black glasses, big t-shirts and baggy jeans. This one girl had the equivalent of a nose ring only it wasn't a ring; it was like a smooth, brassy dagger poking down out of each nostril. I can kind of understand her motivation there. I feel that way sometimes. It's a silent scream of, "NO, I AM NOT LIKE YOU AND I AM GLAD I MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!" Only I just think it; the people I think it toward probably don't even notice. She took action and probably is not only frequently noticed but seldom forgotten.

I am glad I am not a Celtic Woman or a theater geek/stage hand/roadie/etcetera. I remembered afresh tonight how glad I am to be me. How glad I am to love Carrie. How, though the grass often does look greener on the other side of the fence, the grass in my yard is pretty nice and I like it.

It just needs to be mowed. Literally. *grin*

The Hungarians are Coming!

Today, the company I work for will be hosting a team from Budapest that has been hired to take over all the A/P functions. Since I am a temp hired to help in this transition, I am not bothered by this. However, I bet the ladies whose jobs are being given to this group are not so keen on the visit by those taking their employment away. I, on the other hand, am excited at the prospect of meeting these people from another country! I've been to Budapest back in the late 90's and would love a chance to play tour guide with these folks. My mind is spinning with places to take them, things to show them...

I laughed to Carrie this morning, telling her the only Hungarian words I know are "Mariska Hargitay"... haha... wonder if they know who she is. tee hee

The day calls and I must be off. Toodles.