It Sucks To Be Me
Tuesday, September 11th, 2007"It sucks to be me" and "the internet is for porn" are just some of the memorable and irreverent lyrics from Avenue Q – a musical that recently hit the local stage. Like the lives of Avenue Q’s residents, I had a quite unplanned weekend with different friends that culminated in watching within spitting distance of the performers.
There’s nothing quite like the adventure of sailing by the no-plan zone on a weekend. We had a Friday night sleep-over in a hotel suite where screaming at a B-movie was de rigeour, tarot card reading was unravelling and dinner was a feast. The sala was a marvel — littered with our empty cups of hot chocolate (yum!), throw pillows here and there, and the comforter simply everywhere (aka, give me some please).
Saturday morning was buffet breakfast, intermittent wet and dry sauna — amidst guffaws — and then a dip at the hotel pool. Sunday was for sleeping-in and getting bugged by a nephew to respect his salon appointment. Ha! The guiltless aunt (moi) only gave in after finishing a trashy book.
Sometimes life gets too comfortable when you plan it like there’s no tomorrow. Other times it’s simply marvelous to just let go and say to the world, "bring it on!"
Front row seats, anyone?
