Wow! Life Back in a Box

29 03 2011

Today was my first day back in the box office at my friendly local theatre. It’s been two or three years since I last worked in the box office and I pretty much leapt back in nose-first today. Luckily it all came back quickly and I seemed to get through with only a minimum of fuss and questions. It’s going to be a whole new/old adventure.

On a more violent note, last night in karate we learned: How to defend ourselves with a ball point pen, how to defend ourselves in a knife fight using our jackets, how to knock someone out with a purse and why the new version of Karate Kid got some things right. I also got a bonus lesson about why I shouldn’t use a keys-through-the-fist as a defense mechanism. It’s much better to chuck your keys at their face, follow it up with a few punches and then run.

I’d love to get their opinions about fighting in high heels.

Oh! And, as a bonus, one of our Senseis started doing the finger-snapping West Side Story thing and then told us that he’s a Marine. There’s a combo for you, people.

It’s just a little update but you’ll have to bear with me, I’ve got a LONG week this week.





Dear Karate and Why My Life is Super Fun

26 03 2011

For the past five weeks I’ve had the novel experience of attending martial arts classes at the Z-Ultimate Defense Studio in Redmond. Initially I attended because my adopted kid brother James invited me. He and one of his best buds had signed up for some free intro classes and when I heard about it I was psyched. My near-superhero best friend did karate as a child and I remember watching her take class when we were kids. Even as a little squirt I found the whole concept intriguing but I was super busy with dance so karate was not an option.

Fast forward a decade and a half. I’m a lot taller, a good bit more massive (in the physics sense) and stoked. There is something super empowering about knowing that you can defend yourself if necessary.  Read the rest of this entry »





Let’s Talk About Me Some More

22 03 2011

Because, let’s face it, there are not enough blog posts in the world dedicated to me. I mean, come on people!

I’m currently enjoying an evening at home with a cat sitting as close to my face as is practical. Really it’s quite the loveliest picture of me in fifty years- PJ’s, a big glass of water, a side ponytail and a cat. Probably in fifty years I’ll have more cats, though. I should really take a picture for comparisons sake.

Anyway…..

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In Defense of You

21 03 2011

Or “Why You Should Unleash Your Creative Side”

I’ve said it before and not infrequently, but I am a big advocate of the Creative inside each person I meet. We live in a culture where creativity is often looked at askance. Graffiti, street musicians, musical theatre, girls who tap dance around Seattle parks, the guy with the tri-coloured faux-hawk, all are viewed with vague distrust. Moreover, the people who never grow up (like me) and are therefore more inclined to Public Displays of Creativity (PDC) are at best whimsical and at worst strange.  Read the rest of this entry »





How Not to Be Embarrassed

19 03 2011

This post could also be titled “Surviving Life as Meghan”.

Let’s face it, I was set up. God made me a six-foot tall blonde with not the best balance and a good amount of bouncy energy. It’s a given that I am going to do things like walk into open doors, fall while going up the stairs and trip over nothing. Never mind my apparent penchant for passing out in public. Luckily God is very kind because He also gave me a sense of humour. From twenty-three years experience I am going to give you all some tips about preventing and dealing with unpreventable embarrassing situations.  Read the rest of this entry »





“Opening Night” or “In which I learn a lesson”

18 03 2011

Today was opening night of Iron Curtain at Village Theatre. To my mind there is nothing more wonderful than an opening night. Everyone is dressed to the nines, everyone knows everyone and the press sniffing around give an air of intrigue to the proceedings that is delightful. Some of those press people are dear and wonderful and I look forward to seeing them every show. The others are more like undercover spies- I know they exist but I could not be sure I have seen them.

I dressed to the nines as well- to the utter delight of my feminine heart- and was told that I reminded someone of Grace Kelly.

Pause for girlish squeal of pure joy.

To continue… There aren’t a whole lot of occasions in my life where I get to get dressed up and go out somewhere so I take full advantage of opening nights. We’re talking full makeup, curled hair and heels so tall I surprised my (very tall) father. Tomorrow when I return to work the look will be decidedly more schlemiel.

After the show finished I made my way over to Lombardi’s for our opening night party. I hardly ever go to these parties but I really love the cast of Iron Curtain and thought it would be fun. And it was…mostly. The problem with being me in those situation is I don’t really KNOW people very well. I work with them every day but my interaction with 90% of the people is brief. Not much to build relationship on, you know. Hence I ALWAYS end up feeling just a wee bit awkward. As long as I can find someone to talk to I’m happy but I end up running out of people/topics of conversation quickly. I still enjoy myself but always leave early.

Tonight, contrary to the normal, I was actually having a lovely conversation with one of the lead actors. We shan’t mention names but it was like what I imagine eating with Brad Pitt would be like- lots of people coming over to say hello and chat etc etc. Right in the middle of one of these little interludes I started to feel SIck. The kind of sick I felt when I passed out on the airplane. I grabbed some water and excused myself until I felt better. Lost conversation but regained sense of balance in my inner ears.

Then I realized- I haven’t been eating or sleeping well for about four days now. Every time I go to eat I’m not hungry and when I lay down to sleep my brain is going a thousand miles a minute. Due to these unfortunate facts I had to interrupt a lovely conversation and leave early. Kicking myself the whole way, of course.

So the lesson is this: When one is under emotional duress, express it to someone, talk it out. Then eat a sandwich so you can enjoy your evening.

Secondary lesson? Thank God every day for the people in your life willing to listen when you collapse and bawl.





On Relationships

16 03 2011

I’ve been mulling over relationships and the way I live my life. Conclusions escape me but I do have some thoughts that are worth putting out there. If I’m wrong someone on the interwebs will tell me and if I make a good enough case maybe I’ll help someone else feel free with the choices that they make.

These days it seems that the “single” world is divided into two categories- those who date casually and those who don’t. (We are leaving nuns, widows/widowers and anyone over the age of 35 out of the discussion. I don’t know anything about those people and wouldn’t presume to comment).  Read the rest of this entry »