Assassins Anticipation...

This in from Washington Theatre Review...
"With Construction delays forcing Signature Theatre to postpone the opening of its new theatre and its production of Sondheim's Into the Woods until the fall, Artistic Director Eric Schaeffer has added another Sondheim piece to the Spring schedule. In the 19992/93 season, Schaeffer himself directed a powerful and fabulous production of Assassins (which was much more satisfying than the recent Broadway production)which examines the psychology of presidential assassins. This time around, Joe Calarco directs Signature's farewell production in "the garage."
Will Gartshore, Stephen Gregory Smith, and Donna Migliaccio lead an impressive cast that also includes Erin Driscoll and Matt Conner.
If you are open to dark (but funny), immensely clever, contemporary musicals make room for Assassins in your schedule."

Cool stuff!

What I NEED to see this weekend...

I have to see this movie.
Right up my alley...
Luv,
SGS

Tennis, anyone?

So you would think that walking about 17 dogs from the hours of 9AM to about 5PM would be enough body punishment for the likes of a lazy sloth like me, right?
I would say yes, usually.
But for some reason, probably the weather plus a phone call to my beloved straight husband and roommate, Ryan, I decided that Tennis would be played today.
I called the hubby.
Check, he's in.
Called Uncle Fred.
Check, he's all about it.(He being an avid Tennis fan/player).
Ok...racing to make sure I don't dilly-dally along with the rest of the days work...
Check.
I arrive at the house at 4:55PM. *sigh*
Fred is there, and he and Ryan are chatting. Boo has already taken residency on Fred's lap. I make apologies that I have to change into my tennis gear. (My "Tennis Skirt, complete with Tennis Visor and attached pony tail extension", as Fred says.)
(See photo above)
No...Shorts, tee, and windbreaker, to be exact.
I shovel down a PBJ, since I hadn't eaten anything but power bars and jerky all day, and the hubster comes in the door, fresh from a trip to the music store, for a capo for his guitar. (He is avidly attacking the song "Unworthy of your Love" from Assassins in preparation for his new role, John Hinckley).
I wolf down the sammich, and the hubster changes.
Ok, we're ready to go.
I put the pug on the leash, (we have to take the Boo-Boo...he's the Wimbledon ball boy, rushing to catch a a ball that has hit the net), and we go.
Boo loved being at the front of a pack of four men. He was the Alpha. I think I was more the Omega.
We get to the courts, and Buddha takes the court over. Unfortunately.
He pees on the net and poops on the line marking "Out of Bounds".
We first separate, me playing Fred on one court, Matt playing Ryan on the other.
This lasts for awhile, as the pug chases balls on both sides of the court. (Takes after his parents).
Then we combine for a game of doubles. Me and Matty VS. Fred and Ryan.
OK, they won.
Matty and I had a great time, laughing at our lack of Tennis knowledge. I even played Tennis in High School, and can barely remember all of the rules. (Being on the team was an excuse to stay out of my home for a couple more hours).
We played for about an hour and 40 minutes.
Boo checked out and laid down on the court at about one hour and 20.
He currently is on his home base, the couch, wondering why the humans were smacking around yellow chew objects.
And sleeping.
I should be doing the same, but strangely, I'm not tired. Energy breeds energy, I guess.
I had a fun night of my Wednesday night TV viewing...(The best night of TV)...From "Deal or No Deal", to "Lost" to "Black. White."
I have another long day tomorrow, but I am planning on getting up much earlier to face it, and start it a little bit earlier. Earlier to work, earlier to play.
Maybe another Tennis game will be in store for me and the hubby tomorrow.
I feel the need to do outdoor things of late.
I guess, like the rest of the world, I have Spring fever.
LOVE-40,
SGS

Mix Tapes -an Essay

I have no IPOD. I don't even know how the fucking thing works, truth be told.
I got a cell phone only three years ago.
I got a DVD player one year before that.
I STILL have a Playstation One.
I got a CD player in 1995. (years after my friends had purchased one).
I was still playing my Commodore 64 when everyone had their Atari.
I was still playing my Atari when they all got Nintendos or Segas.
I got a Game Boy around the time when they were slacking off on making games for it.
How Hi-Tech am I?
Never have been much. I like the toys, don't get me wrong, but I never have had the disposable income to throw at every passing fad that will soon be replaced with the next version, with more features, yet about $50 more expensive.
I do not own collector's editions of most of my favorite movies, because I find that all to be bullshit that pleads to rape my wallet.
(I DO own the collector's edition of Night of the Living Dead, but that is all..)
Look how many different IPOD models there are now, and you can see for yourself...I know some friends who have bought 4 different versions in the course of 1 year.
No thanks.
I DO have, however, and much thanks to my husband...actually ALL thanks to my husband, a Laptop.
I have a Scanner/Printer/Copier and a big screen TV, compliments of one of our "Straight Husbands", R. Scott Thompson.
Also, thanks to him, I have a Sirius Satellite Radio in my car, so that I can listen to the Broadway Channel and Howard Stern.
Other than that, and the fact that I somehow managed to somewhat figure out how to run a Blog, mostly out of unemployment boredom, I am a citizen of 1984, tech wise.
Why am I dispensing this useless knowledge to you?
As you have read, I have been working the early shift, and spend most of the day walking the pooches of Arlandria. I dug out, NO-not my IPOD, but a trusty friend from the past to keep me company.
My cassette player walkman from 1996.
You see, I have a library of about 400 cassette tapes, most of which are mix tapes that I made along my journey to...wherever I am now.
A form of entertainment for me through college and beyond was making mix tapes as I cleaned, or lounged about eating bon-bons.
Whatever songs captured my mood or soul, or what I was going through at the time were recorded...along with manually recorded blurbs from movies that I was particularly interested in at the time...
One blurb from the ORIGINAL "When a Stranger Calls" comes to mind in between Hole's "Live Through This" and Nick Cave's "Red Right Hand"...
"You really scared me, if that's what you wanted....is that what you wanted??"
"No"
"What DO you want??"
"Your blood.....all....OVER...me!!!"
Cue next song...
I was a master at the whole mix tape game.
A friend in college used to sing to me..."Tapemaker, Tapemaker, make me a tape..."
I have kept in my car a bag full of random old tapes, which I pop in during my walks...
Each tape is a tell-tale map of my heart from the past.
I have found it to be such a therapy session, listening to these past tributes to my emotional state at a given time. Indeed, I pointedly would MAKE a mix tape at a crux in my life, to document the changing process.
I found mix tapes with the titles...

"Damn Hotel"...which I listened to while performing Damn Yankees at Toby's Dinner Theatre, and driving back to Arlington to rehearse Grand Hotel at Signature...Songs include "Go Big Girl" by Black Dave, "Strokin'" by Clarence Carter, several songs by Gypsy chanteuse, Vera Billa, Many songs from both Damn Yankees AND Grand Hotel.

"Beau and Boo's Summertime Blues"..which I made while watching my friend, Chris Walsh's pug, Beau, on the eve of Beau's departure, which both pugs seemed cognizant and depressed about...Songs include..."Walking in the Sand" by the Shangri-La's, "Triple Trouble" by The Beastie Boys, "You are the Sunshine of My Life" by Stevie Wonder, "Music Box" by Mariah Carey, "The Power of Two" by The Indigo Girls, "One More Chance" by Madonna...

"Tough Guy"...a tape I made not far out of college. This tape consisted of mainly Drop Kick Murphy's, Hole, The Soundtrack of Fight Club, The Ramones, and Oasis. I found this tape a trip into my deeper masculine side...a side that I had LONG neglected in college...(a time in which wearing one of my usual outfits of flannel, ripped jeans and shit-kickers would have pigeon-holed me as a PA Hick).

A tape entitled, "Matt"....this was recorded in the early years of our friendship, when I was OBSESSED with him, and was longing for him to even notice me. It is filled with lovelorn touches like..."Falling Forward" by Julia Fordham, "Mystery", by the Indigo Girls, which I still consider the song that sums up our relationship..
"Leather" by Tori Amos..."Look, I'm standing naked before you, don't you want more than my sex? I can scream as loud as your last one, but I can't claim...Innocence.",
"You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go", a Bob Dylan song, covered by Shawn Colvin...it breaks my heart. Also, a GORGEOUS song, and I don't know who sings it...it is called, I think, "Following my Compass in the Dark". It sounds like Joni Mitchell, but so do a heap of those 70's songstresses. Also, a haunting rendition of "Wild Horses" by Shawn Colvin.

These are only a few of my finds, but they are like opening history books to the past. Self-Exploration through listening to old mix tapes, one might say.
So what songs would I put on my current mix tape?
I would call it "Ass-Ass-Into the Woods"...;)
Movie blurbs would be from...
"The Company of Wolves"
"JFK"
"The Brothers Grimm"
"The Little Foxes"
"Madagascar"
"On Golden Pond"
"Squirm"
...and others...
Here is the song list, as I would make it...
"It Ain't Me, Babe"-by Johhny Cash and June Carter
"Aiutami" from The Light in the Piazza
"Flower" by Liz Phair
"Dreamland" from Nevermore
"The Ballad of Booth" from Assassins
"Crush" by Dave Matthews Band
"Rock Lobster" by the B'52's
"Happy/Sad" by Pizzicato Five
"Your Paradise is Not for Me" by Madonna
"I Guess this is Goodbye Old Pal" from Into the Woods
"Midnight Rider" by The Allman Brothers
"I'm Blue" by Tina Turner, Ike Turner, and The Ikettes
"Sorry" by Madonna
"Confide in Me" by Kylie Minogue
"Bill Bailey(Won't You Please Come Home)" by Patsy Cline
"Daylight" by Alison Krauss
"Exquisite Corpse" from Hedwig and the Angry Inch
"The Blob" by Burt Bacharach
"The Advantages of Floating in the Middle of the Sea" from Pacific Overtures
"These Dreams" by Heart
"HorrorBeach" by the HorrorPops
"Get Rhythm" by Johhny Cash
"Out of the Woods" by Nickel Creek
"Funeral in his Heart" by October Project
"Joe Papp" from Elegies
"The Stuff" from Reefer Madness
"Now, Later, Soon" from A Little Night Music
"Angel Band" by The Stanley Brothers
"I'll Always Love You" by Taylor Dayne

As you can guess...these songs would probably only be able to occupy a 120 minute tape...but those are the tapes I always used.
I COULD make a mixed CD, but I can't listen to that in my cassette player, and let's face it, portable CD players, no matter how much they promise "Anti-Skip", do just that when walking...skip.
Maybe this will be a continued project of introspection for weekends to come...
What would be on YOUR mix tape?
Luv,
SGS

Basic Flop 2

Up late watching David Letterman. (Matt is doing Sudukos on the couch, and Boo is sleeping on the other couch).
Sharon Stone is on Letterman, acting strange.
Does anyone else think that Basic Instinct 2 looks like Madonna's Body of Evidence?
I mean...it looks bad. It looks like it was shot with the kind of film that they use for Soap Operas. It looks SO deliciously bad that I might have to go and see it.
It looks like a train wreck in the making...
I can't wait...

Buddha's Fashion Show...

My pug has been blogging again. This time he has done some Spring Cleaning, and has been trying on his clothing, deciding what to toss, and what not to toss.
Quite the fashion plate, my Boo...

Another good reason why I am a member of the Methodist Church.

Countdown...

5 weeks till Assassins starts rehearsals...

Dan Cooney Cabaret

I went to Dan's cabaret tonight, and I am so happy I did so.
I spent the afternoon with Uncle Fred, and in weekend fashion, ended up having a few cocktails in the afternoon. By 5:30, I was pondering my desire to go and support. I am glad I switched to water and stuck to my guns.
Dan was joined by a witty pianist, and a song and guitar man, both names escape me, since there was no program.
They were both brilliant, and Dan sang gorgeously, of course.
Some highlights of his song selections include "Proud Lady", "If I Didn't Believe in You", and a gorgeous rendition of "Bring Him Home" on guitar.
His counterpart, whose name I believe was Michael something, sang amazing renditions of "MoonDance" by Van Morrison, and "Stay" by Paul Anka.
They sang a sublime rendition of "If I Fell in Love With You" by the Beatles, too.
Dan was kind enough to acknowledge Amy McWilliams, Steve McWilliams, and Matt Conner being in the house. Very kind.
Hearing that this was the last cabaret in the garage was met with a "BOO" by the audience...shouldn't there be one last hurrah? We shall see...
If not, this was a good way to go out. An excellent set by these 3 gentlemen, 2 of which their names escape me. I wish there were programs...
A great show that I hope you took my advice and saw.
Sweet Dreams...
Luv, SGS

Steve McWilliams and Friends at Extra Virgin

What a fun night it was!
Extra Virgin has a so-so menu, but a good wine selection. I had a good time drinking there...better than when I have eaten there. I had a lovely Napa Valley Chardonnay.

I have never seen the place booming before tonight.
Steve was fantastic, as was Mike Kozemchak. Mike provided great musical support. They are both pretty easy on the eyes, too. ;)

Speaking of easy on the eyes, Amy sang a bunch of songs that sounded great, but I didn't know them. Steve sang "Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash...it was rockin'! I sang "Landslide" with Steve.


Many friends turned out to support the duo, including Mrs. Mig, Uncle Fred, Mark and Susan Rhea, Kevin Adams, David Jourdan, Wendy Rahm, Don and Julianna Mahley, Jay Schulman, and even Dan Cooney after his cabaret was over. And, of course, me and Matty.
Steve and Mike were very engaging, and made many funny quips during the course of their sets. Steve once remarked how all of his friends were aging beautifully. Donna nudged me and said it didn't apply to a young thing like me. ;)
I took many photos last night, and most of them were done without a flash, so as not to break the concentration of Steve and Mike...not that they cared. I thought that the photos would turn out smoky and cool. They kind of did...but also blurry.
Can I also say that the drunks at a wine bar are different than the drunks at a brewery. Winos seem much more self-righteous and arrogant. We giggled watching a man put on and take off his overcoat about 100 times.
Speaking of giggling, Donna and I had one of our laughing fits again.


We were trying to take a picture of the two of us that didn't make us look like something out of The Twilight Zone, and each photo we took looked more and more dire. With each one, we laughed harder. We ended up with this...which is only mildly disturbing. ;) By the way, I stole 2 of Donna's photos from her blog, because she obviously is a better photographer than I!

I do hope that Extra Virgin asks Steve and Mike back. Due to the amount of turn out that they experienced, it is a no-brainer. Well done, guys.
For a more literate and sober account of the very same evening, check out Donna's Blog.




Luv,SGS

BREAKING NEWS: Dan Cooney Cabaret this Weekend!

PHOTO BY CAROL PRATT
I don't know how this slipped my mind, but I meant to write about it earlier in the week...
Dan Cooney, whose powerhouse performance in Nevermore at Signature Theatre still burns strong in my memory, will be performing his cabaret act there this weekend.
The performances are tonight at 7PM and 9PM, and Saturday at 7PM and 9PM.
The man's vocals are VERY strong, and it should prove to be a great night of song from the former Mr. Poe.
How funny...Poe will be back singing at Signature, and just across the creek, the Whore from Nevermore (Amy McWilliams) will be singing at Extra Virgin. Makes me chuckle.
Click HERE for tickets.
luv,
SGS

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Who knew? A friend e-mailed me to tell me he had seen my name on Playbill.com.
"For what?", I thought.
For a reading of a new musical that I am doing at Ford's Theatre in April. Looking forward to it, and it is funny to see that the cast they have so far is a great group , all of which I consider friends. Here is the article.

Thursday

Hey all...I've been totally swamped with work, or I would be writing more. Sorry. It's so funny, but when my site is looked at the most, (Mon-Fri, 9-5PM), is almost NEVER when I write...I write late at night, and of late, I write most of my content Friday through Sunday...
The work schedule is really tiring me out, but nobody ever said work was easy. It just make my free time more precious to me.
I've also discovered the wonderful world of napping lately. I am not really a napper, or at least in the days of Red Bull, I was unable to because of the amount of Bull Testosterone that was coursing through my veins. Now that I am off the poison, I seem to be able to nap at will. It is lovely. I think of it like recharging my brain battery. I took a nap tonight, drowsily drifting off while watching The Little Foxes- oh- as a sidenote, there is NOTHNG on Earth as wonderful as curling under a blanket and putting in an old black and white film...heaven.
I awoke, took a shower, and felt like I never worked one hour today. Lovely.
Just a reminder to all interested about Friday night's event at Extra Virgin, in Shirlington. Steve McWilliams and friends, (including Mike Kozemchak, Amy McWilliams, and myself), will be singing a few ditties. See the post below (not the spider one, the one below that) for details.
Also, it appears as if Buddha has been working on his blog again...this time writing a love letter to his dear friend, Sadie. (The loving companion of our friend, Lynn Filusch). Quite cute.
TTFN,
SGS

This just in from Towleroad...can we PLEASE get a camcorder and make a movie about this??? It is BEGGING for a campy Psycho Beach Party style treatment!

BREAKING NEWS: Friday Night Concert at Extra Virgin

PHOTO OF STEVE AND AMY MCWILLIAMS
My good buddy, Steve McWilliams sent me this...and PS-I'll be singing a little ditty with the boys, too!
Here is the info...

Just wanted to let you know that
STEVE MCWILLIAMS and MIKE KOZEMCHAK
will be appearing at a new spot called:

EXTRA VIRGIN in Shirlington Village.
This FRIDAY NIGHT (the 24th) 9pm-1am

(For those of you out of town that is in Virginia.
It is on the same block from Cap City. At the opposite end. Right near Signature Theater.)

We will be doing a whole lot of songs, and hopefully we will have some special guests.
(I know for a fact that the incredible AMY MCWILLIAMS of Nevermore fame, will be gracing us with at least a few songs)
PHOTO OF AMY MCWILLIAMS BY CAROL PRATT

And we will see if we can get some others.

Anyway, we really hope you can make it and make it a special night.
Bring lots of friends.....Please

BREAKING NEWS:

Playbill unveils Signature's new season...

Things I have Seen Today...

As my beloved dog, Buddha, lounged around the house with the husband...(and sneaked in an entry into his new blog), I walked the roads of Arlandria.
Taking a tip form Mrs. Mig, I decided to take my camera with me today on my hours of walking dogs and take pictures of things that struck my fancy...
Here are the strange spoils of this photo adventure..





The Long Day at Work...

One wonders and imagines how this tie ended up on the corner. Was it a really hard day of work that day? Did he really need to throw the tie out onto the front lawn like that? Or was it a post cocktail striptease that ended abruptly...The mind reels...






Child's Play..

I saw this on a playground...now...tell me, readers...what games do the children play
with this piece of equipment? It looks like they could play "Prison Visit", with one on one side of the glass, and the other bringing him a fruitcake with a file baked in...
Cross Holiday Confusion...




See anything strange in this first shot? Look Harder...


Yes, It is a spider from Halloween hanging in a tree, with a St. Patrick's Day hat and wig on. So are we decorating a Halloween decoration with a St. Patrick's Day decoration? It makes my mind hurt. I hope that these people's last name is Spider.

Other than that, I am enjoying the trees blossoming...behold this gorgeous street...

All of these picture were taken in Del Ray, Alexandria. Gorgeous, yet strange.
I'll be walking in the snow and freezing rain tomorrow. *UGH*
5 weeks till Assassins rehearsals begin.
Luv,
SGS

Bitchy Women Movie Marathon-Week #1

Yesterday afternoon, I held the first annual "Bitchy Women Movie Marathon" at my house. A good time was had by all, except for Nancy, who is STOOPID and didn't pick up her cell phone. I'm sure she had something very important to do instead. A-hem.
;) That being said, Rabbit and Uncle Freddy were in attendance, and the menu went a little something like this...

Beverages...





Cheese...



Accessories...



And the main course...






All of the above were enjoyed by the attendees...




First movie on tap was The Women.
"
[gasp] Good grief! I hate to tell you, dear, but your skin makes the Rocky Mountains look like chiffon velvet!"

The plot goes basically like this...Wealthy Mary Haines is unaware her husband is having an affair with shopgirl Crystal Allen. Sylvia Fowler and Edith Potter discover this from a manicurist and arrange for Mary to hear the gossip.
Of course, much more than that goes on. The dialogue is tight, sharp, and very witty. Almost every other line had us all in a chuckle. This has been one of my favorite movies for about 10 years now, and every single time I watch it, I still enjoy it. The top notch performances by Joan Crawford, Norma Shearer, Rosalind Russel are worth the price of this film alone...not to mention the fashion. The decadence of 1938 high society New York must be seen to be believed. The bathtub that Joan is bathing in is a work of art, complete with a tassle cord that she pulls to bring a drape down when she is done talking to Rosalind Russel. I kept saying during this film..."Can't I live this life??" I'll give you some of my favorite zingers from the film...


Countess DeLave: Get me a bromide - and put some gin in it.


Sylvia Fowler: Oh, you remember the awful things they said about what's-her-name before she jumped out the window? There. You see? I can't even remember her name so who cares?


Mary Haines: I've had two years to grow claws mother. Jungle red!


Miriam Aarons: You're passing up a swell chance, honey. Where I spit no grass grows ever.


Edith Potter: Oh, she can't help it. It's just her tough luck that she wasn't born deaf and dumb.


Exercise instructress: Let's begin with posture. A lady always enters a room erect.
Sylvia Fowler: Most of my friends exit horizontally.


Lulu: Will I find anything in that ice box of yours?
Pat: Yeah, cobwebs and a bottle of gin.


Crystal Allen: There is a name for you, ladies, but it isn't used in high society... outside of a kennel.

Our second movie selection was the unforgettable All About Eve. The basic plot of that film is a little something like this...

Aspiring actress Eve Harrington maneuvers her way into the lives of Broadway star Margo Channing, playwright Lloyd Richards and director Bill Sampson. This classic story of ambition and betrayal has become part of American folklore.
Classic performances, again, by Bette Davis, Anne Baxter, Celeste Holm, and a very young Marilyn Monroe.

This film was discovered also 10 years ago by me, and never fails to impress me. Yes, it has its funny moments, but it is a very smart script as well. Not so much a comedy, as with The Women, but more barbed-wit drama.
Here are some of my favorite barbs from the film...
Birdie: What a story! Everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end.
Addison DeWitt: That I should want you at all suddenly strikes me as the height of improbability...

Lloyd Richards: There comes a time that a piano realizes that it has not written a concerto.

Lloyd Richards: I shall never understand the weird process by which a body with a voice suddenly fancies itself as a mind. Just when exactly does an actress decide they're HER words she's speaking and HER thoughts she's expressing?
Margo Channing: Usually at the point where she has to rewrite and rethink them, to keep the audience from leaving the theatre!

Bill Sampson: What book of rules says that theatre exists only within some ugly buildings crowded into one square-mile of New York City? Or London, Paris, or Vienna?

Margo Channing: Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night!

After the films had passed, we gathered and took a picture of our "Pretty Girl Bracelets" . Aren't you envious Nancy?

I will definitely have to continue the "Bitcy Woman Movie Marathon" for future weekends...So many movies that we could watch....Mommie Dearest, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?, The Little Foxes, Straight Jacket, Torch Song, Jezebel....any suggestions from the readers?

Bitchy Sunday, folks.
SGS

Week in Review

Glad this week is at an end...I need a rest. Tomorrow afternoon, I am hosting a "Bitchy Women Movie Marathon". Attending are Uncle Fred, Rabbit, and Nancy. I plan on showing the films, "The Women", and "All About Eve". Yeah...gay.
Look what I bought for the attendees...


Here are the highlights of the past week or so...
>In the Shoes of...Sean MacLaughlin
>In the Shoes of...J. Fred Shiffman
>Donna Migliaccio starts her own Blog!
>Eleasha turns Hair Stylist
>Buddha's Big Day Out!
>Hump Day Confessional
More to come this weekend. Check with me or Buddha to see what is going on.
Talk during the film festival tomorrow. Anyone else want to come? Starts about 1PM...
Luv,
SGS

NEW LINK!!!

Well...it looks like our pug has been busy during the day while we are away.
Yes, Buddha has started his own blog, apparently...
I look forward to reading about what he is doing all day while we miss him.
Although, after reading his first entry, I'm not so sure how much he misses us...

8 Turds on a Windshield

Since I have been doing a lot more of this...

I have been dealing with a LOT of shit. Literally.
I usually throw away dog-walking spoils in communal trash cans located on most corners in Arlington. This new route that I am doing, however, is in Del Ray, and there seems to be a lack of curbside trash receptacles...so what do I do? I can't light the bags on fire and place them on doorsteps...Halloween is long since past...
A trick I picked up from my boss, who slips the bag of pooey under her windshield wiper like so...

Sure. Fine. It works.
Long story short, NO trash cans were in sight for the first 6 walks, and two of my dogs had multiple poops.
I kept loading the turd bags onto my windshield, and when I was driving away from Del Ray into the more trash-friendly Arlington city limits, I was sporting about 8-9 bags of shit proudly on my windshield.
It was mortifying.
Stop-lights were the worst. I would get double-take after double-take. Flies started swarming at prolonged red lights. Hideous.
I was so embarrassed that I pulled into my native fascist Fairlington community (where the houses all look identical), where there are trash cans every 200 feet.
I pulled up to the first one, and unloaded 8-9 bags of recycled Purina by-product into the rubbish. The jogger coming up the path switched to the other side of the sidewalk. I didn't blame her. I wanted to scream to her, "NO! These aren't body parts carved up into small pieces that I am emptying into a random trash can!", but thought that it might cause further suspicion.
Only after I evacuated my stinky windshield, I noticed a small sign that said, "NO DUMPING".
Way too late for that, I'm afraid.

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling...

...just got off the phone with Mom, who informed me that my Daddy is having, yes, despite the pitfalls of his health last week, a green beer. He took green food coloring and added it to his Miller High Life. He is also watching his our family's traditional film of this day, The Quiet Man.
It's a nice mental image, honestly.
;)

What are me and Matty doing? Avoiding all of the rebel-rousers safely at home. I just finished grilling out for the first time this season. (Lovely Bubba-burgers with bacon, cheese, and BBQ sauce), and am toasting the day with my beverage of choice, Yuengling Lager. All is well with the world.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day to all.
Luv,
SGS

Alaskan Update...Eleasha Gamble

It is too cold for Black folk in Alaska. 7 degrees this week. Perhaps that is why she has seen none there...

Hump Day Confessions...

Alright, I had to post something else, just so the depressing dead dog poems would not be the first things seen. SO this is me, getting up and having the initial AM smoke...Speaking of, I have started a new shift at my day job, which includes me getting up at 7:30AM for at least the next 6 weeks. (I will leave this position when I start rehearsals for Assassins). Wah, some of you hardcore dayjob folks might say. Yeah, get pissed, I say.
I worked a dayjob for 4 years that entailed me getting up at 5 every morning. Then I had shows at night, on top of it. I didn't sleep for years. Then I started my Landscaping job...yet again, no sleep. So, I am over the whole "early" thing.
But...more money...so...6 week of early, I can do.
But...I confess...I had my first Red Bull in over a month. *Slaps wrist* I KNOW! I was so good for so long, but I was so damn tired this morning...I needed something, and don't do coffee. I hope to curtail my craving for the following two mornings of the week. I'll cross my fingers if you do...I need to break this costly addiction.
Speaking of addictions...yeah...my quitting smoking isn't going so hot. I try, but I give in. Ugh. I wish I could afford those hypnosis things...I would do it.
Dirty habit.
About getting up early, and walking in the - well, I could do without the fucking wind, but...it is really nice to get up and be out in the morning sun again, and see the spring flowers emerging...although the wind decimated many a bunch of tall and skinny daffodil bunches. The pansies are hanging on strong...(they always do).
;)
Speaking of pansies, how gay am I right now watching Liza on Larry King Live??? I confess, I cannot wait till Liza with a "Z" comes out...I grew up on that album, thanks to Mom..(who was unwillingly pouring gay subliminal messages into my mind..."Butt sex...Butt sex..."-that's what it says if you play her records back backwards, I'm convinced...Welcome to the Hotel Judy Garland...)
Upcoming on SGS.blogspotty, continuing my Men's Interview Series with interviews from the following saxy menfolk...
Stephen Bienskie...

Matt Bogart...

Brad Oscar...

and Will Gartshore...

So until then, Rock-a-bye your baby with a Dixie melody...
Luv,
SGS