Wop on, Byron.

Tom's song is much better than what I was coming up with.

Aw, yay for The Dread Pirate Byron! What a little trouper! (? trooper?) And the account of Seamus's reaction did make me choke on my coffee. Bless.

So on Friday night we had the 2nd night of our 2-night run (The Fringe is only 2 nights, and it's not for paying audiences - it's basically a chance for people to have a crack at directing/acting in a supportive and flexible environment, and friends and relatives are the only ones coming because it's not advertised). The house was PACKED to the point that we had to turn people away, and they laughed lots at our play, and my friends came, and random strangers came up and told me I was good and bought me drinks, so that was all Jolly Good! And then I got dragged out to a series of clubs, despite the fact that I Don't Do Clubbing (what with being monstrously self-conscious); picture me trying to explain to gyrating gay boys that really, they should stop trying to dance with me because I'm happy to just lurk and observe, and really would rather be in a library. Picture me several vodkas later, flailing around in what I imagine is an acceptable dance style.

::sighs::

Anyway, much fun was had, and the hangover wasn't too bad.

Meanwhile, today will be the first rehearsal I attend for Rumours. I'm really pleased with the other members of the cast, but the director is apparently a bit of a tartar. Curses.

I spent much of yesterday being weepy and crap, and feeling a bit like my heart had been hollowed out with an apple corer; I can't be doing with this fancying people business. It just makes you feel acutely conscious of being lonely (I'm not normally lonely - alone, yes, but not lonely) and wanting a hug. Really quite very much wanting a hug. Because it's just rather excruciating, isn't it, wanting someone to like you? Ack. I continue to fancy this bloke whom we'll call Sev, because - well, because it's his name. And also one of the lasses in the group I continue to fancy, but that's not doing my head in because I'm mostly sure she's straight (although the arm-slung-round-my-shoulder-while-we-sat-together, and the footsy under the table sort of made my head go boom), and I'm okay with that just colouring the friendship for me. But I sort of hate that the guy I like is seemingly straight, available, and kind of awesome. Because it's just going to be painful now, as and when I realise that, no, of course he doesn't remotely fancy me.

Obviously, I've been bitch-slapping myself into not being so defeatist about things, because it's stupid and unhelpful; but I've NEVER had anyone I fell for fall for me. Never. In my life. And that means that I now cannot help but associate that butterflies-in-stomach thing with a sense of dread that it's a prelude to a gut punch. I'm not going to run away, I'm not going to sabotage myself, honest to God - but I can't really feel terribly optimistic, even so.

I really wish I could press fast-forward on the world and be 4 stone lighter already. I'm not playing the 'wow, life would be perfect if I were thin!' game, but I do think that it's inarguable that I would both BE and FEEL much more attractive and hopeful if I weren't so damned overweight. Because if it weren't for the weight thing, I would feel pretty hopeful about my chances - I think we have quite a bit in common. But personality is NOT everything, and sexual attraction has a lot to do with physical appearances.

le sigh

I'm trying quite hard to return to that happy and nonchalent just-flirting-for-the-fun-of-it mindset, rather than thinking 'Crap - actually I really DO like this bloke quite a bit...' and degenerating into a 13-year-old girl.

Right. Sorry. Enough.

t /mememe

Anyway, yes, today is another day.

We have colored eggs!! I have a basket full of goodies and also gifties for Em to find in the morning. Joe was laughing at the color co-ordinated basket and paper grass and candies and play-doh eggs. I love Easter!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY O! ADORABLE ONE!!

Joe was laughing at the color co-ordinated basket and paper grass and candies and play-doh eggs. I love Easter!!

Ha! That is funny. My kids will have the same baskets from last year. But I did go to Play & Learn and buy them a lot of small toys and coloring books. While out making a last minute candy run, I saw chocolate crosses for sale. I've never seen them before.

I couldn't find anymore candy peeps but I did get them some plush peeps.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY O! ADORABLE ONE!!

Hee! I'll be sure to point him at that message, Aimée.

Happy birthday, Pete!

Oh, Fay, I'm sorry. I have no particular advice, but I've been there a bit (I feel like I shouldn't say that because, if our places were reversed, I'd feel like telling you to sod off for doing so.).

Hooray for Easter-y goodness!

Many Happy Returns of the Day, Your Loominess!

HAPPY PEEVEY DAY, PEEVE!

If'n you were here, I'd give you a big ol' wet smackeroo on the noggin.

Happy Birthday, Pete!

Hippy Bidet Pete!

Happy Birthday, Captain Adorable CleverPants!