Friday, January 21, 2005

January adventures

1) I cooked dinner for The Cuddler last night. And I didn’t burn it. (The funny thing is he actually watched me cook—with great intensity—as though I knew what I was doing and he might learn something. The joke’s on him, though; I can make exactly three things—all of which usually turn out dry and tasteless—and he’ll get nothing but disappointment if he’s looking to me for a culinary education.) After dinner, he indulged me in my newest obsession: an hour on the couch wrapped—BONUS!—in each other’s arms watching CSI. So you can tell right there he’s good people.

2) I’ve seen some amazing stuff on stage in the last few days. Last week Eric and I got comp tickets to see Dance Chicago, a festival of the best work by the best companies in the city. I am now madly in love with Melissa Thodos & Dancers, especially their works choreographed by Paul Christiano, who uses bodies both as props and as instruments of expression—all with a bold, breathtaking synergy of kinetic energy and poetry. The show also featured some kick-ass, bone-rattling, pound-the-floorboards tap by M.A.D.D. Rhythms. Tap rocks. Especially the way this group does it.

Then this week Matt and I saw All Shook Up, a cheesy musical working its way to Broadway next month. A blatant ripoff of the Mama Mia! format—a silly story written to string together a canon of unrelated songs by one artist (in this case, Elvis instead of ABBA)—the show is eminently predictable, sillier than most but a whole lot of fun. And it features some fabulous sets and powerhouse singing, especially from this handsome fella, whose golden voice is eclipsed only by the piercing beauty of his eyes.

3) I take off Wednesday morning for five days in Iowa with my family. On the docket for this visit: spending a day with my nephew’s kindergarten class, watching my niece’s hit-buckets-with-spoons music class, hours and hours of canasta with any available adult, quality lap time with either of two very friendly kittens, Mom’s home cooking (which, unlike mine, has actual flavor), and a stop at my favorite grocery store (what kind of freak has a favorite grocery store?) on the way home to stock up on milk that costs less than $4 a gallon.

4) The lipo is healing better than I’d expected. I’m happy with the results as they are now, and my doctor says there’s still two more months for the “considerable” swelling to go down. So my waist is only going to get smaller. (But I’m not breaking out the International Male catalogs until I know just what my new measurements will be.) I consider myself fully healed, save for a tiny bit of tightness and some residual numbness around my midsection, and I’m working out at about 90% intensity. The best part: My sad little butt looks almost … butt-like now that it’s not hidden under a gooey pile of love handles.

5) I’m choreographing some numbers for a drag show (January 29 around 8 pm at Hydrate, if you want to go) that’s a fund-raiser for the Chicago Spirit Brigade. My dancers are working their butts off and looking pretty fierce—and the go-go boys backing up one of the numbers are smokin’ hot. And I can make them do whatever touching-each-other-in-sexual-ways things touching-each-other-in-sexual-ways things I want because I am the all-powerful choreographer! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!

6) I just wrote my name in the snow.

7 comments:

Homer said...

I think most bloggers get hate mail eventually- I've had three emails that I can think of that upset me.

Maybe I should have had lipo with my hernia surgery. I wonder what they do with the fat they extract?

dantallion said...

The people who have such a big stinking problem with the lipo are either jealous that you can afford it, or need justification for why they don't look good in a bathing suit. I can understand someone saying: "I wouldn't do it - it's not for me". But attacking someone else for doing it? They need to take other peoples lives just a tad less seriously. And maybe get one of their own.

As for 1 thru 6: Good on you. Enjoy. (But don't do # 6 too often. Yellow snow is just wrong.)

Jake said...

Jeff: So I'm the blog-a-licious king of poop. Um ... I guess there are worse titles to have. (I wonder if I can get that on my business cards.)

Derek: I forgot to ask about what happens to the fat all three times I met with the doctor, but I'm insanely curious. My next checkup is in mid-March, and I PROMISE I'll ask then -- and post what I find out right here.

No Milk Please said...

i think they are gone now :)

i quoted this!

Jase said...

Haters - pay them no mind.

Hehehe.. choreographing is great.

The Renegade said...

hi, i wandered in from nomilk's blog. just letting you know, from one hated blogger to [apparently] another--you haven't really made it as a blogger until you get hate mails for something that had nothing to do with your audience in the first place.

good luck in the future!

Indri said...

One of my dearest friends has had a couple of rounds of lipo. She didn't tell me about the first one until after she'd had it done because she was afraid I would be upset with her...when she told me that, I realized that I totally needed to rethink what kind of friend I was being to her, that she didn't feel safe about that.

Anyway. She's so happy with the results, and it's changing her whole self-image to have a waist again. Shows off how stacked she was to begin with...her new, much younger girlfriend likes it too :)

Good luck, and continue to heal well!