My New Birthday!

Prologue:
Back in 2006, right before I went off to college, my mother bought me the wondrous gift of a new MacBook laptop. I named it Bernadette (Bernie for short). It was much better than my little tangerine iMac recycled from my sista. I was grateful, but it had problems almost immediately.

It broke about a month into my ownership, again that winter break, again that fall. The battery, the CD drive, the casing, everything! All the time it felt like. But, I was grateful. Bernie was always a slowpoke--never falling asleep and waking up playing music in the middle of the night. It took a full minute for Word to load on it. This winter all hell broke lose. She burned through her power cord. She overheated and died. She didn't hold a charge. The Genius Bar (after many visits) finally offered to get her logic board fixed. That had to happen twice. I was grateful because my warrantee was up, but I was miffed because Apple's product was rather shoddy that it wouldn't even last an average student through college!

Anyway, for the first two weeks of the quarter I kept Bernie stationary on my desk because if I ever moved it (even jiggled), she would shut down and my work would be lost. Enough was enough. I didn't want my capstone to be lost. So, it was time to buy a new computer. I was nervous for the money, but I had help, and it was time.

Events of Last Wednesday Night:
Brought Bernie to The Genius Bar. I had the same guy I had had the previous four times. The computer shut down for no reason. He took it to the back room. He came out announcing this was going to be my best visit yet with him. He was giving me a brand new MacBook. I screamed. I screamed! I fantasized about the scenario--the Apple dude just looking up my product history and seeing "Okay, yeah, we owe this girl." AND THEN IT HAPPENED! This is the ULTIMATE pink pony of my life.

Pookie and I (elated) went to CPK where I could get a "summer drink" (my term for a delightful cold and fruity drink). I asked the waiter for one, and he enjoyed the phrase. He joked that the phrase would catch on. Hadley joined us. We all rejoiced! I felt like I had to call everyone! "It's my new birthday!" I yelled to the Mac guy.



Epilogue:
I've been so happy with my new computer: Kurt. I type this at a rapid pace, able to navigate through windows so quickly. I got to start fresh. I'm loading my music slow. Dreams come true!

Champion

I feel more successful after a work-out if all numbers on the machine match up than when I am actually fast or strong. Boop!

This morning I lifted weights and stair-stepped. I got off exactly as the machine hit 1.0 miles and 15:00 minutes. Exactly.

So wonderful. And, yes, it does take me fifteen minutes to stair-step a mile. And, yes, I still sweat copiously.

Pink Pony Alert!

Know how you ask a kid what they want for Christmas and they say A PONY! Pause. A PINK PONY!

The kid knows he won't really get the pony. I mean, if he did, what would he do with it? Instead he settles knowing he'll get Mousetrap or Crossfire or Creepy Crawlers set. But then what should trot out from behind the evergreen? AN EFFING PINK PONY!

Pink Ponies: Having an outlandish fantasy that actually comes true. Well B's & G's do I have one for you!

My sissy and I have daydreamed about being in college together since I moved to STL junior year and would visit her at school something like every other week. What if we could have been roommates in Sylvester (the upper-class house we have both been president of)?!?! What if we had taken Shakespeare's Tragedies together?!?! We could have performed at a Starbrooks together! We could have standing breakfast dates! Be gym buddies! It's a fun game with a sad ending. A sigh and the five years that have kept us from our pink dreams.

There have been several complications with the stage manager for the fall play. We have had to switch them out a few times already, and it was getting to crunch time with the play opening this week. No more time to mess around--my director needed a pro.

My director asked my sister to stage manage for my play. Pookie agreed! A commute sure, but only for one week. And NOW for the first time EVER we will have matching production shirts. She calls over the intercom, "Actors. Five minutes." I answer back (in what everyone swears is the exact same voice) "Thank you, Five!"

Gee Whiz

I don't even want to talk about it. It was that _________.



I have a lot of thoughts about art and artists, but I don't feel like trying to compile them into a small space (read: this blog).

I can make you mine. Taste your lips of wine. Anytime night or day. Only trouble is. Gee whiz. I'm dreamin' my life away.