'at's 'e way they do it in them countries

kie: back in baltimore, briefly
kial: much much better
kio: nothing, i'm on pete's laptop.

so. the last three days have been rather interesting. well i should say two days, since one of them never really existed.

boxing day:
celebrated belated christmas with dad's side of the family (since on actual christmas day the whole area was under a foot of snow). doesn't matter anyway, it's not like Christ was born on december 25. or even in december for that matter. how do we know? sure does coincide nicely with the roman saturnalia...and the winter solstice. yay for christianized pagan holidays. well, you know, whatever makes 'em believe. some might even go so far as to say that catholicism is polytheistic since believers pray to saints to solve problems. again, whatever makes them believe. it certainly worked in the new world, although it did produce stuff like santeria and other bastardized creole religions. but i digress.

boxing day we did the festivus thing and then came back and i had the guys (+ erica) over to exchange gifts. i got a spongebob tape, a george carlin cd (r0x0r), yuengling beer glasses, wine glasses, a star wars tree ornament, and a john rutter cd. neal also got everyone tickets to the hershey bears vs. philly phantoms game (which was tonight) but i had to do the play, which is another story entirely.) then we did something that we haven't done in quite a while: DHL : driveway hockey league. in the winter the driveways get nice and icy and we like to play a little hockey. this time we played up on the cul-de-sac of my development at like 10:30 so there'd obviously be no cars. much fun to be had. neal lutz was the mvp, scoring a hat trick, then moving back to the goal, where he fought valiantly with the only non-hockey stick: a pushbroom.

after dhl, we came back and had a beer or two. well everyone else did. i had 2 beers and like 42 shots. not really 42, more like 4, but my stomach definitely thought the former. lately i've been sticking to beer. it's never steered me wrong ('cept a headache or two) and it never makes me queasy. well this time what we had was jaeger and goldschlager. yummy to the taste, but powerful. i kinda forgot that goldschlager is 43.5 % alcohol (87 proof), and therefore FUCKS YOU UP. yeah. so i threw up a bit, and stayed in bed til 1 the next day. ONE AM!! see, my grandmother was throwing up that night too, so i think i got legitimately sick. i also had a fever at one point, i think. long story short, i slept for 30 of the last 48 hours. i love winter break.

this morning i woke up and started learning lines for oklahoma tonight. i was slated to be pop carnes, ado annie's paw, a minor role, but one integral to the plot and therefore needing a competent person to play the part. well, i got a call around noon, saying the guy that was to play ali hakim was in the hospital with meningitis. so i, (the third stringer) was going to have to play the role. hey, the eagles did ok with aj field, right?

i went to oregon ridge early and learned my lines. the play went well. character acting is much easier than playing it straight. you know, you get to hide behind this mask, this caricature of the person that you are and you really don't have to work the nuances. (read: act very well).

so the situation now is if lance is better tomorrow (he had a spinal tap done today... ouch!) then he is going to do the peddler and i'll be in the ensemble and still make some bl@ng waiting tables. if not, i get to be the peddler again. huzzah!

at any rate, pete's battery is dying and i have to go to bed cause i'm indirectly getting the test results tomorrow.

good night.
oh by the way. sarah got me a strong bad hoodie for christmas.
says phil: "that's a keeper right there." r0x0r