Tuning back in

And I'm back. Did you miss me? Of course not. Because my recent inability to post blog posts has most likely lost many of my faithful readers. So now I will post to the galaxy, because it has nothing better to do than listen to my infrequent ramblings...

I was actually on vacation last week. A real vacation. With beaches, palm trees, and warm ocean waters (79 degrees!). And nice swimming pools (84 degrees!). And hot tubs. Jealous yet? It was fabulous. Except for the fact that it takes me approximately 20 minutes to cover myself in SPF 70. Which is an annoyance of epic proportions. Also, there was the matter of not being able to sleep most nights, a problem only compounded by stupid Tropical Storm Barry. As Scott pointed out, Barry is not really an appropriate name for a tropical storm, more like a guy you'd have a beer with. Apparently Tropical Storm Buzzsaw was already taken. Anyway, Florida was wonderful, made all the more wonderful by the fact that I got to bond with my 19 month old nephew, Luke. Who calls me his "Aunt Aysh". Which my sister insists is really "Aunt Trace." Which I believe only some of the time. Either way, it's fine with me to be Aysh. It's cuter than all the cute things in the world when your nephew looks at you, points and says, "AYSH!", and then does his cheesy grin. He has a dynamite cheesy grin!

The night before I left, I saw an amazing movie. Scott asked me earlier that day if I would go see the movie "Once" with him that night. I didn't know anything about it, and he told me that he wanted me to see it without knowing anything about it, because he thought that I would love it and I should trust him. Surprises are not really my thing, but I have learned to trust Scott and his ability to pick out a movie that he thinks I will like (after endless hours of griping on my part about movies that I DON'T like, I think he's been able to come up with a fairly definitive list of what I would like!). So I said okay. And went to see an indie movie that I knew nothing about, called "Once". And I loved, loved, loved it. He was completely and totally right. The movie, a music-filled dream of a guy-meets-girl story, is amazing. If you love music, see it. If you love the randomness of meeting someone and just connecting, see it. If you love indie movies, see it. And gosh darn it, if you like movies at all, see it. It's fabulous. It is, however, only playing at a couple of hundred theaters nationwide, so you may have to wait for the DVD. Which is too bad, because seeing it in the theater multiplied the fabulous sound of the music until it enveloped me in my seat. I was so excited about the movie that I clapped at the end. Not like applause, but I looked at Scott with a huge grin on my face and said, "YAY!" while clapping like a 5-year-old. It takes a great movie for my to forget my fear of public humiliation. And it was a great movie.

Tomorrow, I am finally seeing Scott's show, which opened while I was gone. I am excited to see it, and I can't wait to see him in it, I always get so proud, like I had something to do with his talents and abilities. I don't and didn't. But I'm always delighted by what he brings to the stage, and I expect nothing less from him tomorrow night. I'm so excited!! And nervous for him, which is dumb, because he doesn't really get nervous. But whatever. He'll be great!

That's about it for now. My favorite thing about my life right now is that my nights are only as filled as I let them be, and that's not very full right now. I love it. I love spending time at home, all by myself. And for right now, that's the plan...so it's not very exciting for blogging and updates, but I'm pretty darn happy with it the way it is.