Tomjones gets her drink on at the Stupid Super Bowl festivities.

I was hoping for raccoons on Friday, but all I got was this lousy possum.

Seems like most of these posts are about the blues, eh? Feeling kinda tired. Feeling kinda cranky. I got the joy of dropping work yesterday to deal with my sister for a bit. Ugh. It’s starting to wear me out. What can I say or do? Nothing really. She’s the one who has got to want to change. I have some friends that are headed for a melt down. Ugh. I can feel it coming and it’s gonna be messy. I just want to slap ’em and say “be adults, dammit.” I want to keep my nose clean on this one because it’s not my problem. The things we do to make life more complicated. Last night’s rehearsal for “Antigone in New York” went way longer than anybody wanted it to. Ugh. It ended around 11:30 p.m. After 10:00 my brain cut out leaving me feeling unfocused and untalented. Certain cast members are stressed out about the show. I feel like things are going well and the show will be good. But, I have the least amount to do so I have that luxury.

Saturday, Franke and I went around scouting tattoo parlors. We went to three out of the 20 or so in the Asheville area. We focused mainly on the ones downtown. Prices for what I want ranged from $70 to $100 which I didn’t think was too bad. I was expecting them to say $200+ but what do I know (having never set foot in a tattoo parlor before). It was quite the experience. Especially when we were at Pit Bull Tattoo looking through the stock art and I ran across a tattoo you could have done that was a nun with something inserted into every orifice. Fun! We also saw some interesting folks too. I have picked the one that I will probably end up going to … Forever Tattoo. I thought the place had a really nice vibe and the client portfolio had some nice looking work in it. Word on the street is that the artist is very good. It’s still gonna be a few weeks before I have the time to have it done. Rest assured that there will be photos before, during and after. Franke, by the way, is still looking.

One of the things that happened the past weekend was my purchase of a suit. I have never owned a nice suit before and need one for the wedding I am going to be in at the end of May. I dropped into the local Men’s Wearhouse on Saturday just to look around and price them … and, bingo! I found one I really liked and decided to go ahead and get it. Having never suit shopped before, I was a bit take aback at how involved the whole process was. First the pants had to be measured to fit me. Then I had to decide whether I wanted cuffs or not. Then there was the parade of sales girls with shirt and tie combos that I could use. Then they tried to sucker me into a sports coat or two. Whew. I was quite the experience. I get to go back and pick up my spankin’ new duds this coming Saturday. Whoo!