listersgirl: (sondheim)
Why half-price martini Wednesdays are good

Half-price martinis.

If you start drinking right after work, you can have many, many martinis and still be home by 9pm.

Suddenly, Wednesday night will feel like Friday night.

Why half-price martini Wednesdays are not good

When your alarm goes off at 6am, you will realize that Wednesday is actually Wednesday and not Friday, which makes this Thursday and not Saturday, which is very sad.

Let's talk about Sondheim, shall we?

The cast recording of the new Sweeney Todd is coming out January 24th!! I didn't shriek at all, not even a little, when I read the release sheet, although there was luckily no-one around to hear me not shrieking, so there's no proof. I also didn't draw happy faces all over the page, or dance in my chair. Nope, not me. I've heard such good things about this production -- I wish I could go see it. It's almost enough to make me apply for the music cataloguer job at NYPL that just came up, although the fact that it doesn't even pay enough for me to live in New York, let alone see Broadway shows, is a bit of a detterent.

And in TV news

I've been watching Sports Night again, for the thousandth time. It really just never gets old. The episode where, at the end, Dan and Casey start naming off all the support staff -- I cry every time, even though it's not actually sad. It really takes almost nothing to get me to cry anymore. There was this brief period of about three years -- the glory days -- where I was a hard-hearted bitch with no sympathy for anything or anyone. I miss that! For one thing, it was much less embarrassing to read in public during that time.

So maybe I have one quirk

I really don't like starting watching TV series from the middle -- which is not unusual, I know. But I realized recently that even once I've already seen a show, I tend to watch it each time from the beginning right through. I don't pick certain episodes. I mean, it's not that I won't watch individual episodes, because I will happily, if I'm at someone else's house, or if I'm watching with someone. But when I'm watching a show by myself, no matter how many times I've seen it, I always start back at the beginning and watch all the way through (although I may skip past boring parts). Maybe this is why I couldn't name a favourite episode for so many of my favourite shows -- I think of the show as one unified season, not a bunch of distinct episodes.
listersgirl: (r&g confuse - jess79)
It's 1:30 in the morning, and I'm sitting here watching Sports Night and reading porn. There's no good reason for me to be up right now. I'm sleepy, and bed sounds really good, but I can't seem to end the Sorkinfest that began earlier this evening with a little West Wing.

You know, I could go to bed right now, and just start up with this again in the morning. Then I might actually get a good sleep.

...

Yeah, I thought so.
listersgirl: (anime me)
I know what's wrong with my life: not enough time to watch Sports Night.
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What I want to know is, when am I going to feel like a grown-up?

I was watching Sports Night over the weekend (and by the way, Jeremy is so very much my fictional Secret Pretend Boyfriend. I want a Jeremy of my very own), and Dana, the producer, made some sort of comment about being 33. Leaving aside the fact that the actress was 36 at the time, and looked it, I was shocked to realize that I am only 4 years younger than Dana supposedly was. Dana, who was the producer of a television show, and very definitely a grown-up by anyone's standards. Only four years difference, and yet I felt like it was an entire generation.

So why don't I feel like a grown-up? I know I'm not imagining things, because I have had numerous conversations with friends in which we express awe at knowing people who are actual grown-ups. And I'm not talking about feeling old, because I feel old all the time. I am a card-carrying member of the OLP. I hurt, I can't understand why anyone would start the evening at 10pm, I shake my head in disbelief at the fashions of these crazy kids today, I don't understand the appeal of drinking until you puke. I'm talking about feeling like an adult.

So I present to you the two sides of the story.

Why I am an adult

1. I have two degrees, an actual career, and a full-time permanent job. When someone asks me what I do, I have a title.

2. I own furniture.

3. I do not have any more student loans.

4. I do not live with my parents.

5. I pay all my own bills, am the sole person who reads my credit card statements, and am the only name on my bank account. I have no financial ties to my parents.

Why I am not

1. I have a roommate.

2. Remember that furniture I mentioned? Other than the bed, which was my present to myself when I finished grad school, it's almost entirely from either Ikea or Zellers, or else remnants from my parents.

3. I'm not in a relationship.

4. I don't have to wear dressy clothes to work, I don't own more than one coat and I don't carry a purse.

5. I'm not married, I don't have kids, I don't own a house. And the likelihood of any of these things happening during my lifetime is so small as to be infinitesimal.


Is it possible to feel like a grown-up without all the grown-up trappings of house, car, kids? And I guess the question really is, does it matter?

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