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The Latest Chapter

July 21, 2011

So I quit my internship to go back to RAFA earlier than planned to help with Willy Wonka. The internship people were not pleased, to say the least, but its one of those things where I had to ask myself: in ten years, will this matter? Its been less than a week and I have yet to see it negatively impact my life. The internship was not a waste, however, because it taught me a lot of things about myself.

  1. I cannot commute to a job or anywhere for that matter. I hate it and it makes me so cranky I can’t function. If its more than like 20 minutes away from where I live, forget it.
  2. I must have variety. I cannot do the same thing day in and day out because I am easily bored and then with the cranky again.
  3. I like to work with or around people. I am capable of working alone, but I prefer to work directly with someone or for someone.
  4. I cannot stand ineffective communication. I will not tolerate it.
So, Wonka is going well, it’s a lot of fun to be basically teaching again and going back to RAFA is seriously like going home. And there’s rarely a dull moment, which is why I thrive. I would much rather be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond. Although I would love to be a big fish in a big pond, ideally, I would not be have to be fish at all.
Anyway, in more exciting news. I got a puppy.
Introducing Foxy
AKA Sexy Foxy
I adopted her from BARC (the city of Houston animal shelter located in a legit ghetto). BARC had so many animals that they lowered their adoption fee to only $20 two weekends ago. So, basically I got her on sale, but then we took her home and the poor darling has so many aliments and illnesses that I have spent more than $500 at the vet so far. But look how cute she is.
She is four months and even our vet will admit that she has quite the prima donna personality, which is hilarious because I picked out a dog just like me. She is hell to give medicine to (which we have had to do a lot), she refuses to use the dog door to go outside, she doesn’t sleep at night and she is a little piggy with food, but I love her all the same. My parents love for her is debatable, especially since they do so much babysitting for me while I work and parade about the town. But look how cute she is.
Speaking of babysitting, Aaron, Kate and I are heading to New Braunfels this weekend for a trip to Schlitterbahn and Greene. Our own end of summer bash. We will be having way too much fun in the sun. I will probably come back the color of a tomato, but….
WORTH IT!

I See You Baby – Shakin’ That Ass

July 9, 2011

So, Aaron Kate and myself spontaneously decided to go to a club last night. This was quite the decision, considering the fact that none of us had ever actually been to a club before.

After the Gaga concert in April, Aaron and I met his bf at a rave, but raves are not really clubs. Although (pulling a Stephon here) the rave had everything: light shows by guys with glow stick gloves, girls wearing boots with the fur and baby skirts, the guy with a spiderman mask and a gas mask on, strobe lights, pool tables and an underground level. I swear I laughed the entire 45 minutes we were at the rave and worried about how many drugs I unintentionally inhaled the rest of the night.

Anyway, last night we decided to go to Southbeach, a gay club, and the only thing it had in common with the rave was the hilarity factor. Thank God. But, it still wasn’t the best night of my life.

First of all, no offense, but it was kind of full of losers. Like older queerbos were literally dancing by themselves and there was hardly a crowd (and it was a Friday night). Then the music was mega techno, which would have been fine, except they played the same song for what seemed like hours on end. We were there for over an hour and we only knew a handful of songs; they didn’t  play any Gaga or even any  like Brittany Spears or Madonna or Cher. It’s a gay club for christ’s sake, what were they thinking? The DJ was sitting behind a glass booth and I was really tempted to knock on his window and tell him to switch it up a bit. There was also this male stripper, who was basically just a body builder guy in his undies doing hip rolls, not even touching the pole. Yet, he probs made more money in the time we were there than I make in a week cause guys were sticking all kinds of dollar dollar bill yos in his undies. Also some strange characters ( again its a gay club – leave us alone) were trying to dance all up on me and Kate, so we had a great time making  freaked out faces and literally hopping away to avoid their grinding male parts.

The funniest thing of my life, however, was that I ran into a guy that I work with at TUTS. It was super-mega-akward because it was when we first got there and were trying to scope out the scene (cause we had never been to a club), so I was on like sensory overload and here the buster comes strolling up with his bf. Then he felt the need to introduce everyone to everyone, which I so didn’t understand because (a) the techno was blaring so loud you couldn’t hear shit – according to Kate and Aaron I even heard his bf’s name wrong and (b) we were so not going to hang out with him, I mean that’s just weird.

I just thought it was completely ironic that of all the gays Aaron knows, I ran into somebody. Lord knows that would happen to me.

One song they certainly didn’t play, which is now one of my top faves is the YouTube sensation I See You Baby (Shakin’ That Ass). So here it is for your listening pleasure.

A New Best Friend

July 7, 2011

My dearly beloved husband of 34 years, Aaron, will be trapezing off to the Big Apple next month and leaving me here all alone. This is mega roles reversed because I left him for Disney and he was miserable here and now he’s leaving me for NYC leaving me miserable.

So I am going to do what everyone does when left alone in despair. I am going to get a puppy.

I had a dog a few years ago who had to be put down and it just about broke my heart. After that, I swore I would never want to get a dog again.

I would just like to publicly take that back. I want a dog now, guys.

I am looking for a female puppy, preferably under three months old, so that I can train her to adapt to the ways of our crazy household and develop that strong puppy bond. I also don’t want a big dog because I hope I might be able to take her with me when I finally do leave. She has to get along with other dogs, since we have two and she can’t be mean.

I am looking at all the local animal shelters, but puppies go faster than older dogs since everyone wants a puppy (until they realize how much work they are and take them back – which is why all the older dogs are in the shelters). But, I just thought I’d put the word out in case anybody knows anybody who has puppies they are tying to give away.

I have seen a few potential puppy candidates that I hope to meet this weekend.

Kourtney - 2 months old

 

Lady Bug - 2 months old - but she has another adoption offer

 

June Bug - 6 weeks old

The Concert

April 13, 2011

So I went home last weekend. As a belated birthday present, my generous parents bought me air fare to come home and see them for a weekend. Conveniently enough, the same weekend of the Lady Gaga concert that Aaron and I have had floor tickets for since the beginning of last year. What a coincidence!

Anyway, the whole going home trip is  a story within itself (and for another post), but Lady Gaga was amazing beyond comprehension.

Last year when Aaron and I attended the Monster Ball, we went all out and got there at 6 a.m. to wait in line all day and be mega mega extra close to the stage and have our pictures taken for Spanish newspapers and the whole shebang. This time, since the concert was on a Friday and Aaron had school and I had some living to do, we took a more low-key route and just got there in the evening only minor-ly dressed up (but of course with heels) and basically just decided to let the night happen as it would happen.

And happen it did.  First we painted our nails a cobalt, spectrum blue with glitter. Aaron painted his while driving and eating. We’re pretty sure he ate more nail polish than what ended up on his fingers.

While waiting in line, shirtless Aaron had his picture taken with multiple concert-goers and a Toyota Center Chef only to be told he had to have a shirt to get into the concert. So we hiked back to his truck to get one.

Then I had to go to the bathroom (of course), so I told for sure we would have a terrible spot. But when we got on the floor, we actually weren’t that far back, which made us laugh at all of our antics from last year.We were smooshed against a very affectionate lesbian couple (one girl kept putting her tongue in her girlfriend’s ear – that’s just gross no matter who you are!) and some overweight and pushy couples who were also all up on one another.

However, when the amazing, fantastic, hilarious, old, slightly drunk, Gaga’s bestie Lady Starlight….

came on stage, I realized that I couldn’t see a damn thing, which was unacceptable since she proceeded to put on quite a show, including running in circles around the stage and freezing completely for a good 3 or 4 minutes. So we decided to move to the back of the arena. That was the best decision ever. We could see everything picture perfect, we just weren’t right on top of the stage and people were not surrounding us and hindering our concert experience. It was brilliant.

Being the idiots that we are, neither one of us knew who was opening for Gaga, so I was ecstatic when I realized it was Semi Precious Weapons…

I love Justin.

They played several new songs and made me love them even more. Justin (the lead singer) is so crazy with his nudity and sparkly heels and high kicks.  I love it.

While waiting for Gaga to take the stage (which took like 45 minutes since all of her stuff is so elaborate and spectacular), we read my latest SkyMall, which is truly the best part of flying ever. As a side note, you should see what SkyMall’s all about.

But I digress, of course Gaga was the best part of the concert. (A la SNL’S Stefon) The concert had everything: radioactive Asians, chubby gays in unitards, burning pianos, slobbering lesbians, glitter, screaming, dedicated text messages, drunk ladies putting their beers at our feet, people we knew, heels, grandmas in rainbow wings, babies, fruit loops in skirts, doting mothers, more screaming, blood fountains, Jesus Christ playing guitar, funky backup singers, shoving, Michael from Germany who likes boys and girls, subway cars, paparazzi monsters and anything else you could possibly imagine (as well as those things you can’t).

Gaga played both versions of Born This Way, came back for two more songs, cried a little bit, inspired us a lot and was just your average, typical out-of-this-world performer. And from where we were standing, we actually saw the Monster Ball this time around, which is a truly phenomenal show. I cannot imagine the amount of people and work it takes to make this show happen in a different venue every night. That takes some serious talent and teamwork, not to mention leadership.

Ru ru and Gaga share the same blurry aura about them.

So how was the concert? Gaga told me to tell you that “We burned Houston down to the F-ing ground!” if that gives you any perspective.

Gateway tahtoo

March 2, 2011

So King Aaron and I have matching tahtoos. I bet many of you didn’t know this, but we totally do. For his 18th birthday, Aaron wanted a blue dot on his foot to represent “The world as viewed from a great distance” ala Phobe on Friends. So on his 18th birthday, Sept. 26, 2010, the two of us went to this hippie tahtoo shop near Kemah and Aaron walked out with a blue dot. He wanted me to get one at the same time, but of course I was too chicken.

After seeing him get his done and deciding it was really cool, I wanted a dot too. Since the two of us are so connected, I also thought it would be a cool way that we could telecommunicate. For example, “My tahtoo is tingling! Aaron must be in trouble!” So during Christmas break, right before I was leaving to come to this most magical place on earth, we went back to the hippie tahtoo place and this time I walked out with a blue dot of my own.

The world as viewed from a great distance on my foot.

Well anyway, little did we know that our blue dots would be gateway tahtoos because now I really want another one. I know its dumb, unprofessional and so on and so forth, but I want one nonetheless. I’m not saying I want a “sleeve” or a gross one that covers my entire back, nor will I get one that will stretch out and look awful when I become old and/or fat.  I don’t even want it to be bigger than maybe one or two inches. But I want another tahtoo.

In an ideal world I would get this sun, drawn by Marc Johns, minus the words on my right wrist. The same place as Gaga’s peace sign.

I think it would be cool because then I would have the world on my foot and the sun on my wrist so that my body would be the equivalent of a solar system. But since I would never get hired anywhere with such a visible tahtoo, I know it’s not going to happen. Although, I can wish.

Because of that, I have been thinking about getting some Mickey Mouse ears on my hip, since I am a really big fan of Mickey and Minnie.  I would get one like this without the year and on my hip:

To make matters worse, it seems like tattoos come up in conversation all the time. My roommate Courtney has three, which are all really cool. Being performers, we all change and get dressed in front of each other all the time and so everyone sees everyone else’s tahtoos and then we end up talking about them. One performer I met has a tahtoo of Pluto one foot and Eeyore on the other. Sports teams seem to be popular, as do tahtoos in remembrance for a dead relatives. Its ridiculous.

My parents were slightly pissed that I got y blue dot, which I barely even count as a tahtoo since it would be so easy to cover up if I/when I ever need to. I know they don’t want me to get anymore….

but I really, really, really, really, want one.

Footnote***: I know tattoo is spelled wrong throughout this post. But tahtoo is a joke and also more fun to say. It’s a thing.

Wishes

February 23, 2011

So Courtney and I are absolutely in love with the soundtrack from MK’s nightly fireworks spectacular, Wishes. The songs are just so Disney and inspiring and hilarious. Since we love it so much, I of course had to buy the soundtrack CD and now consistently blare it in the apartment, on the beezy and from my iPod.

To give you a little tastey-taste, I made a quick little slide show of some of my favorite Disney pics so far, mostly because I just though you needed a visual to fully appreciate the song, as you can’t watch the fireworks. So you get to watch me.

And indeed wishes do come true because King Aaron is coming to visit me in 21 days (You have no idea how excited I am)! And I get to go home for a weekend and the Gaga concert (yay for food, family, my bed and Gaga!). So many of my wishes have been coming true lately, I hope this trend continues.

And I hope all your wishes come true too. Just do as dreamers do.

Have a magical day!

Who stole the cookies?

November 15, 2010

I love Wee Sing videos. I grew up watching the Wee Sing series, which is a VHS series that takes kids on magical adventures where you can meet all kinds of crazy characters that sing and dance with you.  My mom thinks this is what made me begin to love musicals and theatre and part of what made me so weird.

Anyway, last year I rediscovered these VHS tapes and since I still have a VCR in my room, Aaron and I are just as likely to e found watching a Wee Sing video at my house as we are to be dancing on the pole in my room. It’s great. We like to watch the “stellar” choreography and find all kinds of great innuendos. I would love to remake a Wee Sing in a more modern way that kids today would like, because these shows are just classic amazingness.

For my graphic design class, I had to create a children’s story book illustration and of course I immediately wanted to relate mine to Wee Sing. I got my inspiration from one called Grandpa’s Magical Toys, where the kids shrink using a magical key and meet all of these toys at their grandpa’s house. Our favorite part is when the cookie jar comes to life and yells at the toys because they spend like 10 minutes singing about who stole the cookies from the cookie jar.

So here is my representation of that scene:

And here is a trailer of Grandpa’s Magical Toys. You have got to find these videos and watch them. They will change your life!