I've been cultivating a new look...

And I think it's called crazy lady.

Last week, I went to rehearsal and class in an all-purple outfit.  Think about that for a minute--purple tank, purple sweater coat, purple cords.  Now, add on top of it, purple tweed bucket hat and purple scarf.  Wow.  And then add in a purple water bottle and a purple pen.

And you know what? I felt really happy.  I love purple, and it's mom and dad colors---red and blue.  I barely like green (only when it's teal or mint), and really have no need for yellow.  I've grown to like orange recently.

Anyway, I'm excited about this new notion...especially as I am not spending any money on clothes.

So, tonight, I'm going to see This American Life, and I'm wearing 5 accessories, and three layers. It's my ironic fussy grandma look.

I'm turning into a crazy lady (or my minor, minute, barely even approaching) version of a crazy lady....and i'm loving it!

Beheaded Roosters

Dogs in the water

Sand on the trail

Small children learning soccer, parents hover and sip coffee

Cool bay breezes

I was out running this morning and it was a true Chicago song...Saturday, in the park, i think it was the 18th of April....I have been so happy to be here in Chicago these past 10 weeks.

I love this town--and today it was in full glory.

Except the rooster (or large hen) that was laying behind the Foster Avenue bath houses.  But even that was FULL--of rotting smell---but it was certainly ripe.

Off to write with Amy!

While the cat's away

This little mouse-y likes to play!  And by play, I mean watch tv during the middle of the day.  My roommate "A" can't stomach much tv, much less tv during the day.  So, he's on a gig, and I get to watch it!!!

The reality is that I haven't even turned it on and have been doing my putzing and household puttering--and am getting ready to go to the grocery store and should be doing my writing homework and such.

But still, just because of all of that, it doesn't mean I can enjoy the idea of being able to watch tv if I WANTED to!

Ha ha ha ha ha

Oxford, sweet Oxford

Hello! I went to Miami U for college in lovely Oxford, Ohio.  So, this past weekend, my roommate "A" (and fellow Miami Alum..he huh hee hee-- words that colleges like to use) drove back.

Our first night, we talked to college kids about improv, sketch comedy and theatre in Chicago.   Our story is mostly this "Um, it's really wonderful. You may get paid some money.  Mostly, you have to do what you love and that will be it's own rewards.  At least in Chicago."  There was one who must have had a friend who got an ass-ton of $ in a commercial and had a dad who was putting a lot of pressure on her, because she kept asking us about auditioning for commercials. How many can we book in a week?  How long until we get a national?  How many hours will we work once on set? I mean, come on!  Girlfriend doesn't have an agent--I think I did at one point, in a loose association after I got pulled in to audition for "Blue Collar TV" but that was like 5 years ago and I thought the agent was weird and name-droppy.  I have some new headshots that I haven't even looked at because I am PMSy and I don't want to get upset by my own image.  Geez girl, take a chill pill!

Anyway, some of the college theatre kids had a sketch show immediately following soooo...we went. It was good/bad/long/wonderful/immature/creative and I really enjoyed it. I did have some issues with it:

1) I hate balloons and they had a LOT of balloons.  I also hate birds (they can defy gravity and I am NOT down with that) and loud noises.  So, one time, my friend "MK" said "Your worst nightmare would be if you were holding this balloon and there was a bird in it, right?"  She enjoys triggering conversations about personal matters and this made my head almost explode though at the time, I think I nodded and laughed.  Anyway, there were many balloons in the first sketch-play (they were all 30 minutes long, and there were three of them).

2) There was ONE girl in the show and she had the boring girlfriend part who was a bitch and couldn't possibly have a funny line.  Nothing slammed me further back into college like that---seeing that girl be stuck with those dumb parts and thinking---did she even try to write anything?  Or, do the boys write anything funny for her?  UGH!  Thank goodness for the Tower Players...which brings me to point 3

3) The dear Tower Players, my college improv group,  has apparently gone away. Sigh.  I was looking for evidence---but no one seemed to know anything at all.  I finally got an email from a current TP, and she was very cryptic and said "I don't know what happened" which makes me think she totally does. Which is fine. And, I can't re-start the TPs if they just died on their own---but it's so very sad.  I just literally sighed because I don't know what to make of it.  Tower Players---what should we do?  Please leave any thoughts in the comments.

Anywho, we then headed to a late dinner and drinks ($3.50 for a gin and tonic?  What?)  and then bed.  

More to come...have to go to work now....