I am wearing a camo tank top with no bra and some light brown holey (holy?) drawstring hiking pants that have been caught in my bike’s chain so many times the bottoms of the legs are both permanently blackened with grease. I look so… well, either hardcore or dyke. Tough call.
We rented Bubba Ho-Tep tonight and watched it. It was fantastic. Bruce Campbell as old-age home Elvis out to kill a mummy. What more could you ask for in a film? How about a Black JFK? Oh wait, it’s got that, too. Sweeeeeet.
The second movie we rented was 50 First Dates – haven’t watched that one yet, though. We also went to the water treatment plant and played some frisbee, which was great fun until we got too tired to run for the frisbee. It’s been a long day.
Tomorrow I have to work at job(2). I hate that I have to go in on my only day off, but I guess the extra money is good. I was going to give my letter of resignation at the theatre today, but the manager wasn’t in so I have to do it on Tuesday when I go in. It doesn’t change what my last day is, though. I’m still making my last day the 8th of August. It’s incredibly exciting, and yet also a little sad. Not that I’m sad to not be at the theatre, but I’ve realized that I have my place there, and I’m going back to having to make a place somewhere new. Hell, I have to go back to the looking for a job part all over again.
Ah well, it’s nothing to think about right now. That’s not for a couple of months anyhow. From August 8th until September 26th I will not be working (barring some remote work for job(2), any photography work that I have lined up, and any extra work I can pick up at Smoothwater in Temagami while I’m up north, but that’s all fun work so I don’t mind.) It’s going to be great to relax for a while, and actually have more than one day off. Beyond great, it’s going to be Fantastic with a capital F.
After work tomorrow I’m meeting some people for dinner, after which I’m going to the Finn Brothers Concert at Massey Hall with the Weirmier. On Tuesday I’m doing a shoot at the theatre with the Weirmier. I got permission from the house manager to use the first balcony lobby and baby grand piano. I’m trying to get my fill of Weirmier before Adam & I move out to Vancouver. Hmm. That sounds dirty. It’s not, really. I swear. He’s the Weirmier, and if you met him you’d understand. Maybe I’ll write about him, just for my own ‘looking back’ type stuff.