septembre 06, 2003

Sapporo? Tomorrow.

Yesterday I went to the dentist. It was a sad, sad day for me because it was the decisive moment when I realized that I am, in fact, now an adult. The factors leading me to this conclusion were as follows:

1) I chose the dentist myself. (I actually called 1-800-dentist! rad!) and
2) I paid the dentist myself. So far, I have shelled out $221.47, with another seven hundred or so to go.

The only thing that helped ease the trauma of Adult Day was the valium.
It begun with the receptionist handing me a wee blue pill in a pink plastic cup. I swallowed it, grabbed a Seventeen, eased into the fuzzy banana chair, and waited.
Unfortunately, Valium takes about an half and hour before you feel it, so I was forced to spend a lot more time with Seventeen magazine than I had anticipated. (An interview with Paris Hilton actually quoted her calling the press "retarded".)
Then "The Crystal Ship" came on the radio, and I didn't know if I was actually high yet or just being persuaded into thinking I was high by Jim Morrison.
Finally, as Queen sang "HE'S JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAM-I-LEE!" and it was all I could do to keep myself from singing along loudly from my fuzzy banana chair, I knew the Valium had worked. Someone came in, drilled and filled, did whatever it was they had to do, and left. I was high as a kite and loved every minute of it. Thanks Dr. Rosenson!

In other news, on Wednesday I saw Time Flies at the Globe Theatre, a compilation of short plays written by David Ives, following his first compilation All In The Timing, which a few of us were obsessed with during high school. The shorts were overall pretty good - some were hilarious and others were very not hilarious and trying to be deep instead.
None, however, were as good as "The Philadelphia", from All In The Timing, which was marvelously acted by Sean Keane and Dustin Reed at the College Park One Act festival. Yours truly also starred as "the Waitress", having been re-cast the day of the performance since the role's original owner, Shannon McGuire, was having (surprise surprise) personal problems. Ahh, the pants-peeing good ol' days.

Posted by robyn at septembre 6, 2003 01:38 PM

I loved "The Philadelphia" sketch. Many props to Dustin and Sean, but Robyn, you stole the show. You brought charm, sass, and sex appeal to the character. And you came through dry as a bone. Good work!

Posted by: cody at septembre 6, 2003 10:44 PM

why thank you, cody! I still would have given it all up to have seen Shannon sit on Dustins lap at the end instead of me.

Posted by: robyn at septembre 13, 2003 04:08 AM

Robyn, you make me laugh so hard my cheeks spasm. People think I have Parkinson's disease and so far this has not helped me in my apartment hunt. Thanks, Dr. M!

Posted by: kt at septembre 16, 2003 03:55 PM

Robyn, the bugs in your weblog erase me and make me repeat myself, make me repeat myself. Thanks, Dr. Movingtype!

Posted by: kt at septembre 16, 2003 09:42 PM

There are bugs in my weblog? Ew. Umm...Gene?!?

Posted by: robyn at septembre 17, 2003 12:39 PM

I got bugs in my weblog... they don't go nowhere...

Do I join them? Become their friend?

Do I trick them? I don't think they know Javascript.

Do I preview my comment? Make sure not to double post? Looks like... that's the one.

Posted by: eddie vedder at septembre 17, 2003 02:00 PM