Tales of Wit and Charm…

my favorite punk rock girl, sue, and i went to see “thank you for smoking” tonight at the broadway. if you haven’t seen it, go, it’s hysterical.

just don’t pull a sarah and have coffee and soda first! usually i don’t mind getting up for a potty break, my self diagnosed a.d.d. desperately needs it. this time i dreaded leaving, even though the broadway has my second favorite movie theater bathrooms. why, you ask? there is a special stall, one that had the misfortune of losing a door (i’d like to think it was someone, *not me!*, that too brings in a pink flask and has fallen through the door in a drunken stupor), instead of replacing the door they hung a shower curtain– it makes me smile.

as a bonus, the movie has adam brody, who i always want to shag in a bathroom stall, even if it is doorless!

downtown this weekend was more than interesting. yesterday i saw protestors outside the temple. now that usually wouldn’t spark much interest, but they were handing out balloons. were they saying that mormons are full of hot air?! hmmm.
today was the “dignity march”, i wanted to see the turnout so the boys and i headed down. i was moved (not literally, as state street was closed), it was incredible to see so many people united for one cause. i usually don’t like to see the american flag displayed everywhere, i.e. bumpers, lifted truck windows, cheap walmart shirts. i feel that it lessens the meaning. however, today was different, i welcomed the flags displayed and white freedom shirts worn. i haven’t seen the news or read anything on it yet, but it has to be the largest march we’ve had here, with at least 10,000 people.

simply, amazing.

another dog post, sorry. i had a quiet evening last night, nothing to blog home about. dinner with a friend, then home for a little reading. nice. quiet. relaxing.

i’ve been doing laundry all morning (which means i’m outside in the back of my place), insert milo and otis. my neighbor, hippie chick, has a cat. now, this cat has a name, but being a huge breakfast at tiffany’s fan i have dubbed the cat, “cat”. i’ve been attempting to teach daisy that cats are meant to be chased. she’s not quite grasping this concept…it doesn’t help that cat isn’t afraid of her, cat thinks daisy is there to play. they take turns chasing each other all over the yard. typically, cat chases daisy. this milo and otis behavior has been going on for months, however, today we made progress as you can see….

milo and otis have taken up a little boxing, proving to me, there is hope yet!

it’s an elvis day. it could be the fact i am wearing my new purple suede shoes. they’re fantastic, and i love them so. i will be listening to all elvis all day long, despite protest from the gg-top.

so, in tribute to the king, i bring you MY five favorite elvis songs:
1. suspicious minds
2. devil in disguise
3. hard headed woman
4. are you lonesome tonight
5. viva las vegas

and just so you know, i heart the fat elvis, not the pretty army elvis. it’s the transvestite in me, karate-chop me baby!

it looks like i am the only one here that appreciates all things pink. obviously, daisy doesn’t. i recently bought her a new food bowl, which she defiantly refuses to eat out of it. daisy never refuses to eat. never! the minute she hears food being poured into her bowl she runs for it, with some major fatdog force. someday when i’ve stopped blogging and no one knows where i am, blame the dog. she’s knocked me over and i’ve fallen out the window.

today when i fed her she just looked at me, and waited for her old bowl. i walked away to finish what i was doing. she usually eats really fast and then comes back to wherever i might be. this time, she didn’t. i went back and here she was….

giving me the cute “you’re my human, fix my problem” look. nah, i wanted her to learn to eat from the cute pink bowl of goodness. i left her there. here she is an hour later….

damn stubborn old girl! whoever said that dogs are color blind lied….

i’m forgetful….

which would explain my need for lists, and blue pens. somewhere in my quirky nature i have convinced myself that blue just makes words prettier. forgetfulness must be a genetic thing, since ben is the same way.

finally, after months of cultivation and growing a set, ben finally asked out a girl he had a crush on at school. if he read this and saw i called it a crush he would be pissed, luckily he is too lazy to read it. i can just hear him now, “sa-RAH, i don’t have crushes, i’m too old for that”. sure ben, you’re too old for a school crush, but not too old to ask your sister to “do your hair”. here comes the fun part….he couldn’t remember her name after six months of classes together.

i’ve been scheming all week, i was positive i could come up with some brilliant plan to ask her name without really asking her name. after all, i am the girl who had her date introduce himself to daisy. he was none the wiser, and the evening went flawlessly, that is once i knew his name! i’ve spent all week racking my brain for an idea, nothing, nadda, zilch.

ben just called, he solved the dilemma. how?? he asked her if she spelled her name conventionally or something cutsey, turns out she is a kristina–with a k. so, not only did he come across as the sensitive caring type he covered his genetic flaw. simple, yet i couldn’t come up with it.

now, if you’ll excuse me i have to return a call. to whom, is the question….