Thursday, May 29, 2008

Denver Theater/re

If you happen to live in or near Denver, Aspen, Oklahoma City, Albuquerque, San Francisco, or Portland and you see no other theater this year, you absolutely must get to Crazy Bag. It’s a hysterical but poignant show about one woman’s extreme life, and you do yourself an injustice if you don’t go see it.

Yes, I am biased. Murphy (writer and performer extraordinaire) is a dear friend of mine. An extremely talented actress, who, if you see the show you will know, is full of adventures, comedy, and drama. But the show has won several awards and she’s taking it on tour, so as the word spreads, it’s definitely not just me who’s gushing. In Denver she’s performing at The Vintage Theatre, and I am planning on going to several performances, so if you want to meet up, e-mail me and we will all go together!

Meanwhile it’s Dress Thursday and I am in a snit because I can’t find my favorite sundress. I know it came home from Jamaica. I am just not sure where it landed after we unpacked. So I am wearing a less-favorite skirt, and it’s really annoying.

Happily, this is the biggest source of angst in my life these days, so I guess I am doing o.k.

California DMV even saw fit to finally send me the title to my car after MONTHS of excruciating paperwork, change of address forms, name change forms, pissy letters about needing to fill out the forms correctly with a CA license number (except I don’t HAVE one of those because I live in Colorado, now, asshats) and random people’s checks being returned to me (although that actually turned out to be a funny story because I returned Bruce in Pasadena’s check to him in the mail, and it turns out ol’ Bruce is an aspiring poet [don’t quit your day job, Bruce] and sent me back a typed [as in: on a typewriter] letter/poem thing about bureaucracy. I am keeping it. Along with my old license plates. The spoils of war.) and well, finally, they sent it to me. NPR, after years of ignoring your pleas for money, I am finally donating my broken car to you. You’re welcome. Watch out for the black ice.

And the sun is shining. If I wasn’t married, already, I’d be suspicious I’d be about to meet my future husband. Maybe the universe will feel like giving me some free ice cream, instead. (no pressure, universe. But if the mood hits, I am partial to cookie dough.)

The cleanse has been put on the backburner, in case you can’t tell.


Ramblin' Red said...

I remember you talking about Murphy before.

I'm interested in meeting and going! Will talk with the hubs and see if we can make it happen.

Michele said...

If I still lived in San Francisco, I would so totally go see your friend's play. As it is, I can only send best wishes for her success.

Such a funny story about the Pasadena poet!

And a late comment about your trip to the mountains: I am WAY impressed you pulled that bug out of your leg by yourself. Not sure if I could have done that. I may have just kept drinking until cutting off my entire leg seemed like a good idea. This is why I shouldn't go to the mountains. :-)

Nick, Holly & Maren said...

yay on the title! sheryl, i'm sure, will be glad to see the car gone. haha

Mama P said...

I remember you mentioning this also. It must be something very special, since you are such a gifted writer yourself.

Guilty Secret said...

Dress Thursday is such a good idea!

Leah said...

did sheryl say something about your car???!!!