Brava, Bravissima!

What a great weekend! The show was terrific. I know, it sounds like I am tooting my own horn, but in theatre, you know when you are "on", and so much of that is just luck swinging your way that you must rejoice in it, lest you not gain the boon again. We had crowds of over 200 every night this weekend, which is great for our area. We also had really good response from the crowds. They laughed, cheered, sighed, and applauded all over the place. They also did the chicken dance and the electric slide. Go figure!

I didn't get anything done that I was supposed to do this weekend, but I really don't care. Friday night I went out to the cast party and had a blast. I stayed out until 5 a.m., which is the latest night I have had in years. Needless to say, I spent most of Saturday sleeping. When I was awake, though, I convinced my Boyfriend that he should buy a car for himself. It was like pulling teeth, but I just refuse to be relegated to taxi-service duty any longer. I went so far as to calculate amortization tables, and did his budget so he wouldn't overspend. He was a little put out that I didn't want to drive him all over the place anymore, but I stood my ground. I'm tired of putting so many miles on my car, and can't stand this many hours behind the wheel. Today I had to get up at 5 a.m. and leave by 6 to drive him to work, then drive Kirstin to her dad's, then drive myself to work by 8. Tonight I will have to drive down there to pick him up, which will mean another 2 hours in the car before I can get home.

It's just such a waste of time!!

On Saturday night he was supposed to go to a concert with his mom, and then was going to stay with his (evil) ex-wife for the night, so his mom could have the sleeper sofa. So, I made plans to go to another party. Of course, after the show, I got a voice mail from Boyfriend stating that his mom had cancelled, and if I could come home, we could spend time together. Augh!! I called back and informed him that I already had plans, and that I would be home around midnight. It was a really fun party at a neat old house in Lansing, with all sorts of hardwood floors. We all had fun watching Matt dance (he does swing dancing), and Kirstin even joined him! She was the life of the party. I spent most of the evening with the other three lovers, and enjyed getting to know them better. Forest and I talked for a lot of the night while Michele and Matt danced. He really has turned into a good friend, and I'm sure we'll be together a long time after the show has ended. Stuffed grape leaves! MMMmmmm.

Then I had to deal with all sorts of guilt-tripping nonsense when I got home. I don't know if I can deal with this possessiveness of my time! I'm not going to stop being an independent person just because he's decided he wants me around now!! It's as though he thinks that three magic words will make me suddenly forget the years of torment and bow down and worship at the Boyfriend altar! Yeah, right.

I have explained this to him time and time again. I need some time to adapt. I hope that if I'm patient he will get past this clingy phase. I like the cuddling, but I don't like the guilt!

Sunday I was supposed to work on my house, but instead I took my Boyfriend out car shopping. He picked one out, and filled out the loan applications, thank the gods. Hopefully today we will get him insurance, and pick up the car this evening. I'm *giving* him my old car as a trade-in, so hopefully that will help offset whatever downpayment there is, and I'm loaning him the insurance money.

So I really hope I won't have to drive him to work ever again. Can you tell I'm desperate?

Sunday night after the show, I took Kirstin out for a milkshake to celebrate. We invited Boyfriend, Alex, Forest, Matt, and Michelle (other actors/new friends) along. Happily, Boyfriend made an effort to be nice, and couldn't help but like my new friends. I think this will help get him past that petty jealousy phase. I'm really not out looking for a new boyfriend. I have ENOUGH boyfriend already. Matt and Forest are just really nice guys and we beat each other up like siblings. As for Michelle, well, she's just insane, and I like that about her.

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