Oh lord, did I say “Go hang out with the Hispanists” or what? It was awesome. The first play was “The Cave of Salamanca” which features infidelity, priests, barbers, and fake demons. It was so delicious I almost rewrote the end of my book again to match it, it pleased me so much.
And then the second was a play my friend wrote called “Crossing the Line: A Quixotic Adventure” which was almost all just dialogue from Don Quixote but then a professor and his grad student show up and insert themselves into the text. It was really delightful. I mean, I know that’s a corny word, but the whole evening was just delightful.
This year finds me at Maundy Thursday services and Easter Services. I believe that is a 100% increase in my Christian behavior during the Holy Week. And a 50% increase in my church going for the year. I think. Ugh, math, you are my enemy. If I normally go to church twice a year, and I go to church three times a year, is that a 50% increase or just a 33% increase? I’m going to start telling my dad that this is why I don’t go to church–math is too hard.
Ha ha ha.
I hope I’m done being sick for a little while because I have a very busy couple of weeks coming up here. I have this weird Spanish thing tonight (god, seriously, even if you don’t speak Spanish–and I don’t–do whatever it takes to fall in with Hispanists. I’m sure a few suck, but I haven’t met them. In general, they are awesome, eat well, and do cool shit.) because this guy I know has translated a Cervates play? I think. Maybe I’m misunderstanding. It doesn’t matter. I will go and enjoy it. Then Mrs. Rancid-Bacon-Bits-Ear gets to go to the vet tomorrow. Then Wednesday I guess I clean the bathroom and then it’s all religion all the time for a few days.
So, I had to call my dad to find out when they were planning on leaving to see if I could talk them into staying for the Del McCoury/Preservation Hall Jazz Band concert and my mom actually woo-hooed! Speaker phones. I swear. They give you a side of people you don’t normally see. Who’s this woman whooping about getting to go to a concert? I mean, yes, I guess it’s the woman who had a blowtorch in her college dorm and rode a horse naked across campus while sober, but where has she been most of my life? And will she come clean my bathroom?
Well, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to two months of tight money in a row but you know, sometimes, after you buy your brother’s Christmas present for your parents, you decide your mom and dad and the Butcher and you should go see Del McCoury right before you realize that the weird cheap bacon bit smell in the house is emanating from your dog’s head, more specifically her ear, which is clearly bothering her.
So, I have to cram a visit to the vet into tomorrow. I was really hoping they’d just let me pick up the same crap they gave me in January, but no, they need to see her. And smell her, I guess.
But I am really excited about seeing Del McCoury. That should be awesome. I had to get us seats by the aisle because I know my dad and I will have to pee.
I wish the Butcher’s job were more flexible because I’d love to be all “you take the dog to the vet and we’ll call it even on the Christmas present.”