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Good days, good days. A couple of parties, met scores of new friends, and I feel really peaceful. Work has been good, and I'm gradually getting things ready for next week. We have a pretty full plate of get-togethers, and I'm glad. It's nice to be a part of a social whirl. I know TheHubs™ is loving it. He doesn't say it, but I think he has felt left out of things here.
Tuesday we went to a local production company's Christmas open house - we've known them since our early days at the Vic. It's been several years since we've seen them, and they've moved premises into a refurbished 1920's house. It's a really nice place, and the food was top notch, but it started early and by six o'clock we were full and restless. Then we had the idea to drop by our local Aldi and grab a couple of bottles of their Gluwein, and returned to the house and fired up the firepit. Soon we had a roaring fire and steaming mugs of mulled Gluwein (steeped with oranges, cranberries and a smidge of brown sugar). It was absolutely lovely.
Last night we visited with C & N, two fellow Spamalot alumni. C is a very well-respected hairstylist, and his lovely partner N has a company selling custom-made bowties called Dapper Sandlapper (which I think is a marvelous name). Their house was absolutely beautiful, and not only did they stuff us full of delicious food, but gave us some homemade cinnamon and mint simple syrups. The kicker was that C had been networking with friends who are dentists, and he wheedled them into taking a look at TheHubs™ chipped tooth for, if not gratis, at least a substantial discount. He also offered to give me a cut and colour for substantially less than his regular fees (the man charges huge amounts of money, but then again, he is damn good at what he does). Sweet guys, the pair of them.
I'm going to be a theatre widow for the foreseeable future, as he finishes a show on Sunday, starts rehearsal for one the first week in January for a late Feb-early March production of The Foreigner, which he has the lead role, then immediately after that he starts rehearsals for a hysterical play called The Explorer's Club in June. Thank goodness we work together or we'd never see one another next year, and I'd miss him terribly. I'm proud of him, but to be honest, even with all the writing and other stuff I have planned next year, six months virtually alone in the evenings doesn't sound all that fun, but I'd die rather than tell him that.
It's crazy warm right now - I've given up on the idea of a White Christmas. I'd be content for one with the temperatures below 60. It feels like late summer around here. My A/C is kicking on even as we speak.
Thank you all for the gorgeous Christmas cards I've received - they are proudly displayed in the kitchen, and if I ever get the place tidied up for Christmas Eve, I'll show you how nice everything looks.
I'm currently watching Victoria Wood's Dinnerladies series. It gives me this warm feeling, for some reason.
Tomorrow is going to be a lovely day. I've decreed it.
Tuesday we went to a local production company's Christmas open house - we've known them since our early days at the Vic. It's been several years since we've seen them, and they've moved premises into a refurbished 1920's house. It's a really nice place, and the food was top notch, but it started early and by six o'clock we were full and restless. Then we had the idea to drop by our local Aldi and grab a couple of bottles of their Gluwein, and returned to the house and fired up the firepit. Soon we had a roaring fire and steaming mugs of mulled Gluwein (steeped with oranges, cranberries and a smidge of brown sugar). It was absolutely lovely.
Last night we visited with C & N, two fellow Spamalot alumni. C is a very well-respected hairstylist, and his lovely partner N has a company selling custom-made bowties called Dapper Sandlapper (which I think is a marvelous name). Their house was absolutely beautiful, and not only did they stuff us full of delicious food, but gave us some homemade cinnamon and mint simple syrups. The kicker was that C had been networking with friends who are dentists, and he wheedled them into taking a look at TheHubs™ chipped tooth for, if not gratis, at least a substantial discount. He also offered to give me a cut and colour for substantially less than his regular fees (the man charges huge amounts of money, but then again, he is damn good at what he does). Sweet guys, the pair of them.
I'm going to be a theatre widow for the foreseeable future, as he finishes a show on Sunday, starts rehearsal for one the first week in January for a late Feb-early March production of The Foreigner, which he has the lead role, then immediately after that he starts rehearsals for a hysterical play called The Explorer's Club in June. Thank goodness we work together or we'd never see one another next year, and I'd miss him terribly. I'm proud of him, but to be honest, even with all the writing and other stuff I have planned next year, six months virtually alone in the evenings doesn't sound all that fun, but I'd die rather than tell him that.
It's crazy warm right now - I've given up on the idea of a White Christmas. I'd be content for one with the temperatures below 60. It feels like late summer around here. My A/C is kicking on even as we speak.
Thank you all for the gorgeous Christmas cards I've received - they are proudly displayed in the kitchen, and if I ever get the place tidied up for Christmas Eve, I'll show you how nice everything looks.
I'm currently watching Victoria Wood's Dinnerladies series. It gives me this warm feeling, for some reason.
Tomorrow is going to be a lovely day. I've decreed it.
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Date: 2015-12-18 04:10 am (UTC)