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I smelled fall today.  You know that smell: damp leaves and a bit of earth.  I wasn't sure that even happened down here.  It made me a bit nostalgic and both sad and happy.  Then, of course, my sinuses filled right up and I had to reach for a tissue...

Report on the Trip Home

After the time in the airport, my flights were completely uneventful.  Flew to Chicago, had a gate change, then another, but they were literally next door so I didn't even have to change seats, then into Detroit where myB picked me up in style (his style, which is fabulous of course), and we listened to the cast recording of [Title of Show] on the way back to Lansing.  It's a fabulous show and you should all buy it and giggle at the monkeys and vampires.  Helen, are you listening?  This is what to buy!

Saturday morning we went to Thieo's for breakfast (southern scramble = extreme yumminess with cheese on top).  Then myB and I went to my parents' house where we drank and frightened myB with an experience of watching Michigan football with the Perkini.  For the record, \PER-kin-eye\ is the correct pronunciation of the plural of my family name.

Then to Eddie O'Flynn's for a pre-show dinner with everyone. 

 

After dinner there was a show of some sort and a get-together at Buck and Molli's.  Got back to Lansing around 2.  Sunday consisted of getting up a few hours earlier than I wanted and driving down to the airport.  Can I say how great myB was to pick me up and drop me off in Detroit?

The flight down was a little more eventful.  The flight was oversold, and they were looking for people to take a later flight that day for a free round-trip ticket.  I volunteered and got the voucher!  So I have have a free round-trip flight back to Michigan (or wherever in the continental US) coming up.  I think I'll use it for graduation this spring.  Unfortunately, this meant that my flight left at 9:15 instead of 2:50.  It's a good think I brought schoolwork!  Other than the change in terminals and not getting home until after midnight, there was no further excitement.  

I got cheap tickets, but for the fun I had and all the friends I saw, I would gladly have paid more.  It was so worth it and I am really looking forward to seeing everyone again at Christmastime.

Welcome back to me

So I haven't posted since I was in the airport in Charlotte waiting to fly back to Michigan.  So much has happened!  The weekend was all sorts of fun, seeing all my wives, spending time with my boyfriend and parents all at the same time (I actually think they like him better than they like me, but that's also true of my wives, so take that for whatever it's worth), seeing a great show in Owosso, another in Greenville, and working a show here in Greenville. 

That's the primary reason I haven't updated the blog.  After I get home from school, I generally have had time to make a sandwich and grab a soda on the way out the door to rehearsal and then not getting home until 10:30, giving me negative time to work on schoolwork. 

A preview of posts upcoming:

• Reviews of Owosso Community Players' The Taming of the Shrew, the national tour of A Chorus Line at the Peace Center, and Centre Stage's Bus Stop, for which I'm doing lights and sound (well, running the lights and sound board, I didn't design anything).
• A post on Fall for Greenville, a culinary festival that takes over the downtown of Greenville for an entire weekend, shutting down Main Street and a couple blocks either side.
• A full report on my trip to Michigan.
• Some local restaurant and business reviews.

Right now I'm at a car place getting my oil changed and having my brakes and steering checked.  They just haven't felt right since towing my car 800 miles on the back of a U-Haul, and I want to make sure I'm safe for an upcoming trip.

In Charlotte-Douglas Airport

Just wasting time because they have free Internet and I have about an hour until my flight boards.  I realized that while I had brought my camera, I forgot the cable to connect it to the computer, so any pictures will have to wait until early next week.  Charlotte really is a great airport: the security is fast and friendly, the place is clean and bright, and everyone is willing to help.  Oh, and they have free Internet.  I'll gladly fly out of here every time.  Looking forward to seeing y'all at Eddie O's in 22 hours or so!

Overheard at school

After the announcements said that the cross country team was going to Appalachian State University for a meet:

I didn't know Appalachian became a state.  When did this happen?

To which another student replied:

Oh, I heard it on the news like last summer.

And, when discussing diatomic molecules (molecules made up of two atoms, di-atomic):

I wonder why we never hear of a monabolic plan.  Does that mean a diabolic plan is like plan B?

Oh how I want a dictionary and encyclopedia set in the room!

A crazy white boy

As I was doing laundry last night (in preparation for a certain trip), I was going back and forth to the laundry room in my shorts, tank top, and flip-flops.  The sky was clear, there was no wind, and the temperatures were around 20°C (just shy of 70°F).  Some guy was out on the front stoop of his building on the phone and I could hear him talking about me.  (Aside: why is it that people on cell phones think people around them can't hear them?)  It should be noted that he is wearing heavy sweat pants, boots, a thick hoodie sweatshirt with the hood up, and a stocking cap.

Man, this white boy is crazy.  He running around barely dressed and it freezing out.  Yeah, like 65 or something.

When I went to put the laundry in the dryer:

He still not dressed.  Crazy white boy think he at the beach or something.  Man!

What I saw in the drive-through ahead of me

[Not for reading while eating.]

A small white pickup, an import.  A man in his early 60s with a Jack Russell terrier on his lap.  The dog trying to leap out of the window to attack the server.  The man needing to hold the dog back with at least one hand at all times.  The door of the pickup opening.  The man brushing dog poo off his lap out of the cab of the truck.  The man reaching with the same hand to give the server his money and take the sack of food and drink.  The man closing the door to his truck.  The man driving off, swerving slightly as the terrier tries to bury its head in the food bag.

When I got to the window, I saw all of the servers in the restaurant washing and drying their hands.  I thanked them profusely and tried to make sure I didn't drive through the doggie nuggets just under the drive-through window.

FYI: This is the same drive-through as this post.

66 Hours

and counting...