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May. 12th, 2010 08:35 amOn the plus side, Rachal has been more able to go oot and aboot to various social functions, and since we've been generously patronized by this neighbor or that radio station, in the last few weeks we've seen:
- the Killdares at the Dallas Arboretum
- Straight No Chaser at SMU
- the dinner show at Medieval Times (*)
...and we plan to go, before the end of the month, to Scarborough Faire. And later to see Lilith Fair, and also, uh, Jackson Browne Fare.
On the negative side, Rachal may have started sleep-shopping. Again. I suspect she and I will be negotiating policy changes in the near future; I will post more as that develops, depending on her comfort level.
(*) I'm about Medieval-Timesed out for this year, but the next time I acquire tickets to that joint, I think I'm gonna hack the show. The Green Knight is always the bad guy, and roundly booed throughout dinner, and I'd like to stealthily be seated in one of the other knights' sections -- only to jump up at an opportune moment, waving pro-Green flags and tearing open my shirt to reveal a pro-Green slogan shaved into my chest hair. Throwing a huge pair of boxer shorts with little red hearts on them into the sand pit would probably get me kicked out, but I'm okay with that if I've finished my royal dessert pastry.
- the Killdares at the Dallas Arboretum
- Straight No Chaser at SMU
- the dinner show at Medieval Times (*)
...and we plan to go, before the end of the month, to Scarborough Faire. And later to see Lilith Fair, and also, uh, Jackson Browne Fare.
On the negative side, Rachal may have started sleep-shopping. Again. I suspect she and I will be negotiating policy changes in the near future; I will post more as that develops, depending on her comfort level.
(*) I'm about Medieval-Timesed out for this year, but the next time I acquire tickets to that joint, I think I'm gonna hack the show. The Green Knight is always the bad guy, and roundly booed throughout dinner, and I'd like to stealthily be seated in one of the other knights' sections -- only to jump up at an opportune moment, waving pro-Green flags and tearing open my shirt to reveal a pro-Green slogan shaved into my chest hair. Throwing a huge pair of boxer shorts with little red hearts on them into the sand pit would probably get me kicked out, but I'm okay with that if I've finished my royal dessert pastry.
