Have a juice for Bruce

Kind of a random post to start up with after being away for so long, but there's a picture attached, so I figure it isn't totally irrelevant.

A good theatre friend of mine is currently in the hospital, battling some pretty gnarly medical issues. Bruce has been a huge mentor to me over the years and is an awesome individual in his own right, and I'm trying to do everything I can remotely to help him feel better. So anyway, any happy thoughts/prayers would be greatly appreciated. Or if that's not your style, some Gatorade in his honor works (Bruce doesn't do the beer thing, but he's rarely without either coffee or a sugar based drink).

Here's to a speedy recovery.

Day Five

Life of the Party

This evening I had some friends from college (who have conveniently relocated to my part of Texas) and their 4-month old daughter, whom I was meeting for the first time, over for dinner. Broccoli pasta+chatting about old times+cute, happy, healthy babies=a good night.

Day Four

Theatrefolk

Today, my main source of entertainment was seeing a stage performance including one of my theatre friends. Not the pictured performance with the pictured theatre friend; I got far too wrapped up in the play and the niceness of getting together with folks at our standard pub afterward and forgot to take pictures, so I'm resorting to stock theatrefolk images. Hopefully, neither the subject of the picture or the actor whose show I saw will mind.

Day Three

"Hurricane" Ike

Much of my last few days was spent on odd jobs: disassembling patio furniture, securing potted plants, making sure there was enough food in the house, practically raiding Barnes and Noble for sufficient reading material. All for Hurricane Ike, the worst of which was supposed to hit San Antonio today.

This is what we got instead. See that little patch of rain to the right? Yeah. That never actually made it to our house. The most we got was the occasional burst of wind and an increase in already unbearable mugginess. If it hadn't ended in such a cool sunset, I'd be much more bitter about the whole ordeal. Man, did I miss how huge and colorful Texas skies could get. Still, all the furniture. I moved ALL the furniture...

Day Two

Patio lights, Beto's Comida Latina, San Antonio, TX

Tonight, I took the girls out for quesadillas and a live performance by The Tim and Bob Show. The band is comprised of my writing mentor, one of the actresses from the first play I worked on in San Antonio and their spouses, all of whom have become like extended family over the 7/8 years I've known them. I try to catch a show as often as I can when I'm in Texas. It's one of those things that really makes me feel like I'm home.

Day One

In an attempt to resurrect this journal and to stave off any boredom that may arise from spending two weeks in Texas (largely in an empty house with my parents' dogs), I've decided to aim to shoot and post a photograph a day. If it ends up being slower here than I expect, be warned that you're in for a good dozen posts about Japanese Chins, but, in any event, it'll get me blogging again.

Day One

This is my neighbor's dog, who shall remain nameless because I don't actually know what his name is. The main form of entertainment today was watching this bugger go flat out crazy as my parents' slightly spastic new rescue Chin, Josh, ran back and fort in front of him on our side of the fence. Yes. Thursday was that much of a party.

Stars, stripes and band-aids

Happy Fourth, everyone!

I plan to celebrate mine by waking small children up at regular intervals, and most likely eating my own weight in various flavors of hospital ice cream. How about you?