White Knuckle Time!

Are you on pins and needles or what?

I Just Voted

I did, by the way, but it wasn't fun. The volunteers helping on my block (bless them, but still) were absolute morons and sent me every which way. I'm sure my paper ballot blew away into someone's waste can, but still...

So, you know how people are wearing stickers that say, "I just voted." Dish is having evil, evil fantasies of a sticker that says "I just farted." I didn't, but still...

Evil, evil. The stress of the election is hitting hard.

Vote-Eve (Candles + Anderson)360

Dish loves algebraic expression (see above). I feel so much excitement over the election. Cannot wait to pull an all-nighter tomorrow to watch for results. The Cosmic Goddess has listened to my heart's yearning (a little less running around, svp) and gifted me with a week of paid productive sloth. Make no mistake, I will still run my ass off, thanks to reading Lüc Carl's excellent The Drunk Diet--a rocker's manifesto to get healthy. I will work until my eyes bleed and I need to run to Duane Reade to get reading glasses to go on top of my thick coke-bottled specs for my near-sightedness. I am that much of a psychotic workaholic and running junkie. I will listen to The CG's lessons, make the most of Sandy's dust.

And I will be well rested enough to vote tomorrow. I was going to secretly not vote because had my schedule been a normal one, I wouldn't have been able to until after 7pm, which is my prime blowing-off period.

Okay, Obama, I'll sign up for 4 more years. But we know who I'm secretly voting for.

Poor Leo. Why Do We Care about His Love Life?

Because he dates beautiful models, preferably from the Victoria Secret catalog, which Dish reads religiously. He just discarded another one. I love that I'm never surprised when I see him out with another luscious blond--or that you can always count on the 3 for 1 deals on striped thongs, the free coupon for underpants during your birthday month. Leonardo's taste in women is as regular as his choice in movies -- mostly Scorcese. Can you believe that McConaughey was the top contender for Jack in Titanic? That would have been awesome. I never liked Leo in that role because he looked about twelve. Now, he's maybe 30. Okay, I'll admit, I had a little pervy Leo crush for about a month around Titanic time (who didn't? Oh, Dishmama, that's who) but then felt very cradle-robby and gross. The best acting Leo did since Gilbert Grape was in The Departed and Revolutionary Road. Just my opinion.

So, Dish is contemplating seeing a past life expert. Isn't that so Shirley MacLaine? There has to be a reason why I love the music of The Four Seasons. And Ancient Rome, I love that empire circa 44BC-14AD. I took 9 years of Latin, which dovetailed nicely with my obsession with Egypt. For why? I want to find out because I was totally Cleopatra, beyotches.

No Marathon But Daylight Savings Time--Yay!!!

I didn't realize the marathon was this weekend. Cancel it? Why? Then my brain snapped back to consciousness and tried to envision a marathon this weekend--of all weekends--and that pony didn't fly. No freaking way. Dish might have to walk to the day job since it's way downtown because no way in hell am I taking the 6. The horror!


TG and I are getting our bearings back. He made dinner and I thought about ironing his shirts until I decided to do it tomorrow. Instead, I did some thinking. Here's what I believe: that Mother Nature delivered her October Surprise. Superstorm Sandy shut everyone up and slowed the race fatigue. Now we just have to vote and get this done. But one last thing from Cher and Kathy Griffin.

And now, I must tend to a big headache.

I See the Light!!!

Around 5ish, the power came back on--just in time for the celebrity-studded Sandy relief telethon which did nothing for me so I turned it off!!! Plus, having a great husband helps in a time of crisis. Three years ago, I would have never fared so well during Sandy. I would have merged with my couch, not eating for days, letting the batteries run out before my brother and his husband retrieved me via wheelbarrow and IV drip of Revivafrin. TG recharged the electronics, got the big flashlights and last night...sniff...he accompanied me to Jersey Boys. Sandy made him desperate.

Jersey Boys for the 4th time in less than a year am I a psycho or what did not disappoint, though the audience was in outer space and did not applaud as often as I would have liked. So, of course, I had to be one of the starters of the standing O at the end. What a mood-booster and I love the new cast! The new Tommy DeVito, Jeremy Kushnier, is saucy, magnetic and the kind of actor who's probably really good in every role he plays. He's especially oily as Tommy, which is what I'd envisioned. Drew Gehling's Bob Gaudio is tall, geeky and sweet--with a killer voice. You can't go wrong  with Matt Bogart, who made me and TG giggle through most of the show. And of course, I'm always partial to Jarrod Spector as Frankie. He really is fantastic. This post-Sandy week really sucked and JB cheered me up.

Now when can I go again?

Cold Showers Are Not Funny

I've learned a lot these few days without power:

I am addicted to media.
The constant darkness makes me depressed and could have contributed to anxiety of the last 15 years, not as much the claustrophobia. Thanks, NM Sun! You've given me a disorder.
All my dreaming of living in the country, no more. I am thoroughly a city girl. The silence would drive me crazy. Candlelight sucks after a while.
I understand what Shelby (Julia) goes through when Sally's trying to get her to drink the OJ during her diabetes attack in Steel Magnolias. It's what she needs most but she can't bear to have it. I need sunshine and people and interaction but I can't bear to go out.
I would make a terrible vampire.
Sh$tting in the dark makes no sense.

Day #4--No Power

TG and I are being skanky power whores at a nearby university. Screw healthy eating. We aren't wasting calories on salad or fruit. Give us beef and protein and fat. Survival is goal #1. We are going bananas. Thank Jebus, Dish is seeing Jersey Boys tonight on B-way. TG is so desperate for stimulation, he might go too. This is what happens when you beat your husband at Scrabble. There is no place to go but up.