Ergh, it’s late. I crashed after getting home from a marathon day and spent about two hours just sitting in a chair and watching TV. I hadn’t planned on watching TV so late, but Travel Sick was on, and I just had to watch. It was hilarious and gross! (If you aren’t familiar with the show, this British guy goes to a new location and has five days to perform five challenges. If he fails he has to do something really icky.) This time he went to Cambodia. His first challenge was to eat a spider since that’s apparently a delicacy there. That was so disgusting, but he suffered through it. Then, my personal favorite, he had to beat Miss Cambodia at a shootout. Miss Cambodia shows up at a rifle range is this gigantic pink ball gown, her hair all done up, and a humongous tiara on her head. Then she grabs the rifle and after just a few practice shots they go at it. They each have ten shots and whoever hits the target most wins. I was hoping Miss Cambodia would kick him to the curb, but unfortunately due to only one shot she lost. It would have been so funny to see a cute little woman in a pink dress beat some British guy.
His other tests were just as awful. He had to “Find something to do for the weekend”, and he had heard that Cambodian barber shops had brothels in the back. He thought he was going to enjoy this challenge. He got a shave, then was led into the back room where he met a nice little Cambodian woman. He said, “Should I take my shirt off?” She nodded her head, he laid down on a mat, and then she started doing that awful burning glass cup thing on his back!! It was *disgusting*! I’ve seen people get cupped before, but I’ve never seen what it actually does to the skin. That poor man was laying there in hideous pain and didn’t know the word in Cambodian for her to stop, and yet he was still determined to win the challenge. It was so awful to watch, and when she was done and he got up, his back was covered in this disgusting black circular bruises. It was so far and beyond grotesque. Eeeeugh.
Then he had to go on a buffalo race, which he lost cause he was given slow buffalos. He also had to convince tourists visiting Angot Wat that it was originally built by the British. He actually passed that one! It was hilarious. But, because he failed the buffalo challenge he had to drink some horrible “medicinal” drink that was full of all manner of stomach-churning things. He couldn’t take it, and I don’t blame him.
Whoa, didn’t mean to go on that tangent. Oh well.
I spent the morning setting up the wedding reception. Mostly I just arranged flowers – I had 14 bouquets to arrange and it killed my feet. There was no way for me to sit down and do them all at the same time. They turned out rather well, though, and everyone was really pleased with them. I took lots of pictures and hopefully I’ll be able to put some up here tomorrow.
After that I went out to get a chimichanga at Don Pablos. After all that work in the morning I said in passing to my Mom that I deserved a chimi, so off we went. Mmmm… yummies. 😀
Also, I got to deliver that gift basket to my friend Kelsey. As of 2:30 this afternoon she still couldn’t feel a thing because thankfully her Mom followed my instructions to have the doctors put an extra shot of novocaine in Kelsey’s foot after the operation to delay the nerves from trying to commit hari-kari. Kelsey really loved the basket, and so did her younger sisters. The youngest of the three sisters, Kirsten, is only 19 months old. As soon as Kelsey pulled out the two white bags of cookies, Kirsten meandered her way toward Kelsey and while we were talking, quietly snagged the bag of chocolate chip cookies, and then very nearly made it out of the room before her Mom grabbed her. It was hilarious, and she kept trying it again and again.
But once Kelsey unwrapped the fleece blanket they were all enthralled with that. Kirsten stole that too, grabbed a pillow, and promptly laid down on the floor, wrapping herself up in it. It was so cute. Kelsey really liked the book, too, and was really pleased with the whole thing. It’s the first foot operation anyone in their family has ever had, so they said it was great to have advice about what to do. And cookies make so many things feel better, so you just can’t go wrong. 🙂
As soon as I got home I had to hop in the shower because I was literally covered in pollen from all the shower arranging. Those stupid yellow lilies dumped macaroni-and-cheese-colored pollen all over my shirt, shoulders, and who knows where else. It felt so grimey and icky. I got myself cleaned up, threw on some “valley girl” make up, and just barely had enough time to eat dinner before heading out the door again.
Unfortunately I don’t think I quite captured Cliche Valley Girl, but I’m okay with that. I’ve dubbed the look, “Noncommital Goth Wannabe.” For those valley girls who want to fit in at Hot Topic, but aren’t willing to get pierced. 🙂 I figured since in the play I was in I was supposed to be at a Battle of the Bands that the NGW look would work best. I had gray and purple eye-shadow, black mascara (which I very rarely do. My eyes are big enough as it is, I don’t need to accentuate them or I think I look creepy), very little blush, and then bright plumish/redish/pinkish lipstick. Black turtleneck, blue jeans, and platform faux combat boots. Everything was great, except I seriously need new lipstick. The cheap stuff comes off so quickly, and then I couldn’t get it to reapply. Dang it all! Stupid cosmetics! 🙂
I think the performance itself went well. I think I was loud enough and everything, and no one really missed any lines that I was aware of. The audience laughed, people enjoyed it, and that’s what it’s all about. Sadly I had to leave right after my performance for a while to double check on the wedding reception that was in progress at that very same moment, but I was able to sneak back about twenty minutes later and catch the rest of the show. Very fun, and I get to do it all again tomorrow night! I think I’ll miss it after that. It’s been fun.
Before the performance though, Paul was teasing me that I didn’t mention meeting him yesterday in my blog. (I met Paul last night when he started making fun of my shoes, but I got him back with a no-toe joke. I ended up laughing so hard my director turned around and hit me on the shoulder [We were supposed to be paying attention to Terry’s speech at the time, not laughing about no-toes]. It was great!) Anyway, there you go, Mr. Gernhardt, I’ve mentioned you. 🙂 I’d think of something more creative to say, but I’m really *really* tired now. I didn’t get to sleep until nearly 5am last night (or rather, yesterday morning), and then had to wake up at 8:30. So little sleep really sucks. I think I’ll try to sleep in tomorrow, which should be easy. 🙂