100th

This is my 100th blog post. I've spent the last week or so opening a new post, staring and then throwing it away. I just feel like it's my 100th post - it should be about something important! ... ...
And then nothing springs to mind.

So instead, I'll amalgamate.

The Universe
(A big topic, right?)
Specifically - talking to the universe. We've been having some spider problems here at The Storm in the Barn, meaning that there are spiders all over my 1920s truck and they're scaring my child actors. So this week I emptied the truck of all it's props, vacuumed it all and then sprayed it with spider repellent. When Andrea (my ASM) and I had finished repacking the truck I closed the tailgate and spoke sternly to the bed of the truck. "You stay spider free now. I don't want to hear about y'all harassing my girls again."
Andrea looked at me like I was a little nutso, so I explained that while I don't believe in God (GASP!) I do believe in asking the Universe for what you want or need. I guess it's a form of prayer, but I've always found that if I am truly in need putting what I want into words, out loud, helps me out. It's not fool proof, but it makes me feel better. I'm sure you've all heard me talk to inanimate objects before - that's me addressing the universe about them in particular.
Later that night I got this text from her:
"This saying shit to the universe thing is fucking awesome. I have not felt this calm in 2 years."

People
(I'm just feeling expansive tonight.)
Tonight Mona, Molly, and I went to a taco + beer party at Mona and Molly's editor's house. He lives in a beautiful house right off Burnside near Laurelhurst with a backyard and a dog and a deck and a fire pit. It was interesting to be at this party I was not invited to, where I knew no one but Mo and Molly. I entirely expected to utterly invisible beside these two gorgeous women - no one knew me any way and I was flanked by some serious beauty. But people talked to me. People plural. Some of them even laughed when I joked. I was pleasantly surprised and a little... amused? I know better than to think that this is a repeatable experience, so I just spent the night drinking and laughing and pretending that there wasn't the gulf between me and them. Like I said: amusing.

My Job
At one point tonight, Molly asked me about how my shows went today. I know it was a polite question, but I took the opportunity to really nerd out to her about stage management. I told her about how killer it feels when I nail a cue, about how much fun it is to hang my kabuki drop and dance to Anton playing Lady Gaga on the accordion. I told her about how good it feels to stage managing again. How scary and, somehow, at the same time totally right to be back in the driver's sheet. To be my show's Mama Bear.
I think I'll be sad to go back to PAing.

Mary Chapin Carpenter
I would probably feel much lonelier without her.

Houses
I would like one please, Universe.