jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

As can be inferred from my headline, I’m absolutely delighted about the weather. I’ve struggled with sharing this, as weather conversation is pretty much the definition of banal and trite. But I justify it in that I don’t have a car — I walk everywhere. So the weather has a material impact on my life. I’ve got a big bowl of popcorn from last night and I think soon I will walk to the park and feed it to the squirrels.

I failed to look at my last entry before I started this one, so I’m not sure where I left off.

I’ll just cover the weekend for now.

Friday night was fantastic in an oh-so New York kind of way. Damon picked me up after work and we headed over to a deli and grabbed a snack. Then at 7 we met Anne and Bart, who were visiting from Atlanta, at the St. James Theatre and we all saw ‘The Producers.’ It’s a fun show for sure, and a good time was had by all. A good time was definitely had by the women in front of Anne and Bart. They chatted and laughed and poked each other through the whole show. My favorite part was when one of them threw out the Nazi salute during the Springtime for Hitler number. Two shows for one! But truthfully, they were awful and Bart gave them what-for after the show.

After the show we went to a cozy little restaurant and stayed there eating and drinking until just after 1am and then wobbled on home.

Ah, just got a call from Damon. He’s been released early from rehearsal so I’ll wait for him to return to go to the park. It sounds like his show is going really well and he just told me yesterday that the director works with Chris Sarandon, who will be coming to the show. So the rest of the day was dedicated to me begging Damon to make sure I get to hang out with Prince Humperdink.

Saturday night we had a nice homey night — Chinese delivery and a DVD of ‘Master and Commander.’ Both were excellent.

Today I’ve been wandering the apartment in my pajamas, which is right up in the top three best ways to spend a day. I’m watching DVDs of ‘Farscape’ and the old ‘Battlestar Galactica.’ Next up… ‘Freaks and Geeks.’ I’m sure it will leave me cringing with paritally surpressed memories but it still seems like a good time.

I’m also not too proud to admit that a fair amount of time has been spent playing Diablo on my computer.

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Okay, I’ve sent a test post via the client that electricrocket recommended. We’ll see if that appears. It hasn’t popped in there yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it takes some time to travel through the ether.

Damon’s off doing yoga, which leaves me the time to tell you the story of my morning, which begins with me having a flight with a Hispanic phlebotomist and ends with me covered in salsa.

And while it’s not what you’re hoping, it’s still pretty good.

Before work today I had to swing by a place where they do the blood tests ordered by your doctor. I have no idea why my doctor doesn’t just do them. Some sort of insurance thing, I’m sure. Anyway, the tests are no big deal and I’m expecting to breeze in and out of there.

After a lengthy registration in which I say “My doctor said you’ll need a lot of blood, and that maybe we should do this in two visits” twice, I’m sent in to see the guy — Milton — who will draw my blood. I make the above comment again, which irritates him and he tells me I should have taken care of this out at registration. I tell him I did. And then I ask him just how much blood he’s going to draw. He claims he doesn’t know exactly how much he’ll need. So I ask him if he’s planning to just draw my blood until he just doesn’t feel like doing it anymore. And it grows less civil from there and ends with me huffing back out to the registration desk to request someone who knows how much blood s/he is supposed to take. Milton storms out and locks himself in the supply room.

I’m relieved to find the rest of the staff finds him as bizarre as I do and I ask a very nice lady who says “Well of course we can tell you how much blood we need” and then looks at my paperwork, tells me she thinks it will be okay to do at once and that they’ll look after me. So I say, “Will you do the draw?” and she sweetly agrees.

Now, there are plenty of other people there having blood drawn as well. It’s packed. I’m a blood draw veteran, as I’ve had pretty extensive allergy treatments since junior high. But some of the people there looked fairly reluctant.

So now I’m standing in the hallway with a bunch of other people, waiting for the lady. In my left hand is a little red gift bag which is holding my lunch — a veggie burrito and a fairly big styrofoam container of salsa. The man standing to my left has already given blood and is now just waiting around to use the bathroom before he takes off. He gives one little warning sway that provides just enough time for me to see him coming and dodge. But not enough time for me to clear him completely, and as he goes down he smashes my lunch bag into me, exploding the salsa pretty much from thigh to shoe. And there was my sad little lunch, just laying there all exploded. Now I know that this is not the nicest thing to say, but it was really really funny. I mean, this guy was really tall and kind of doughy and baldy. To see him slump his way down the wall and take out my lunch was something I won’t soon forget.

Understand that I have fainted before. I know it isn’t dangerous, just embarrassing. And once he was back with us I told him about how I fainted at my boss’ feet once, which I think made him feel better.

When it was my turn to go the nice lady said: Honey, I’m taking more from you than I did from him. It’s always the men who faint.

So a quick refresh of my journal shows me that my entry has never appeared. I’m afraid I’m not evolved enough to use one of those new-fangled things.

I was just so far into a long long entry that I noted that I may have lost all readers. And Zoe just stepped on my mouse and hit the back button. All gone.

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