Salud

I am having a glass of wine. This is probably not surprising to anyone who knows me pretty well, given that I love a good red. What is significant, however, is that I purchased this wine from the store. That's right. I bought wine from a Lubbock grocery store. Finally. Finally, we have beer and wine in the stores. I can walk out of my house and into a store and buy a bottle of wine.

This is one of the top ten glasses of wine I have ever tasted, solely because I've waited a year to buy it from the store.

Senses

I should be sleeping. I've been so tired today that I can barely think in my own language, can barely formulate words in my own consciousness much less promote them to the tip of my tongue. I can't, though. I'm not sure why I can't other than the fact that I keep thinking, imagining. I close my eyes to sleep but images keep me awake. I hear music. Feel the cool breeze on my bare skin as I sleep under the stars. Taste the crisp burst of a Ranier cherry on my tongue. I watch as the stars swirl behind my eyelids. I enjoy the sight of my arms in the mirror as I go through the motions of port de bras in a warm studio with a wooden, rosin stained floor. I'm walking in The Louvre, standing atop Notre Dame, eating a croissant while reading Sartre at Café de Flore. I take in the scarlet hue of Le Coquelicot while licking a wayward drop of the latest Beaujolais Nouveau from the lips of my own Han Solo. Steal a kiss from a stranger at The Menger Bar.

I enjoy tapas and a bottle of rioja with friends. Enjoy an evening of laughter at the Davenport. Spend a day in the Bodleian Library. Sing in a bar in Italy. Stand amidst the Swiss Alps. Daydream in the Roman Forum.

And then the music stops. I am back on earth. Back in Lubbock. And I breathe in and out and accept this as my stay for now.

Case of the Mondays

Today, I missed the bus, had to drive, and the back of my driver's seat broke (lays down flat). To to it off, I got stuck in an elevator. No love. No livin' it up. Just standing. And sitting. And waiting. And fantasizing about doing this to the first generation laser printer in the grad office that taunts me with its mechana dentata.

I got some reading done at least. And I got half the paperwork squared away for my conference in San Fran. Doc's gonna be there! Yay, Doc! And I got to think about Kimday a little. It's between Las Vegas, NOLA, and Disneyworld. Thoughts?

Best part of today: someone asked me what I was going to do with my PhD, and I said, "Construction.[in keeping with the Office Space theme of the day]" He believed me. I love that! I'm only half kidding, though. I am so there if the whole secret agent in a sexy trench coat and hot shoes thing doesn't work out.

The Queen

I unequivocally reign at Rock Band (minus the guitar part where I only approach subpar).

Just sayin'

Spent today at the crazy coffee shop studying and people watching and then playing wii. Much to tell but for now must get sleep.

I would never close the door to you, Lee

Finding it very hard to focus this weekend. I have much writing that needs to get done, but I keep distracting myself with cooking, reading blogs on how to can your own fruit and such homespun loveliness (like I would actually do any of that), and watching Lee Mead sing in a loincloth.
Oof--that's as close as I can get to writing the sound effect I make when I watch it.

I just can't get back into school. Not sure what's up with that. Lost momentum, motivation, morale...meh.

So, I think I'll have a little vid fest: clips of The West End Production of Joseph, Firefly, and Serendipity. Lee, Nathan, and Cusack. Throw in a few X-Files epis, and I'll approach Nirvana.

Ooo and maybe I'll stay up all night reading a novel. Yummy happiness!