Ronnie Boy

I went to Ron White's show last night in Houston.
Rockin' show, as always. I've seen him multiple times and he never disappoints.
However, about halfway through the show I see something out of the corner of my eye, falling from the balcony above. I look, see nothing because it's totally dark, and I go on watching the show. A split second later, I see rustling in the balcony above and people start screaming for the lights to be turned on. This goes on for about 30 seconds until Ron White notices and asks what's going on. Somebody screams that a person has just fallen from the balcony above.
WHAT?!?
The lights come on, and that's when everybody realizes that the lady fell down about 30 feet and right on top of another lady who was innocently sitting below. Second lady had to be taken to the hospital with God only knows what type of injuries.
Bizarre night.
Because about 10 minutes later a semi-fight breaks out in the balcony behind us. People again start yelling for the lights to be turned on, and when Ron White hears this, he calmly asks, "Did somebody ELSE fall?" The crowd replies, "NO!" So Ron White angrily exclaims, "THEN SHUT THE FU*% UP - THIS IS MY SHOW AND YOU'RE RUINING IT!"
The audience applauds and the show goes on as if nothing has happened.
Craziness, I tell you...

Wow

So the manager at my office hates us - the workers, that is. I don't think it's personal. She's just above us on a personal level and can't be bothered to take time out of her day to pretend that we exist. Point taken.
This whole experience of moving out of galveston - where she had a nice cushy office complete with walls, a window that remained covered all the time, and a door that remained closed most of the time - and into an open space where there are no walls, doors, or windows, is driving her crazy. I didn't know just how crazy it was driving her, however, until I got to work this morning only to find that she has brought in her own partitions and placed them all the way around her desk. Like all the way. No doorway or anything. In fact, she even took the extra effort of overlapping the partitions so as to ensure that there is not even the tiniest space where people can see in. Wouldn't want to take the chance of actually seeing one of her workers I guess, because then she has to go to the outrageously daunting task of saying good morning, which is just too much to ask of her.
So when she has to leave her desk area (which is not very often, come to think of it) she quite literally has to move one of the massive partitions to make a space big enough to squeeze her body through.
This process might not be the most convenient, but it is extremely effective. You see, her reasoning (I'm sure) is that if she can't get out, we can't get in. Ahh, there's nothing like having a nice, open relationship with your manager...

Bad bad blogger

Wow - this has been such a busy week, I haven't even had time to blog. BLAH!
I went to San Francisco this weekend to see my best friend, Lisa - a.k.a. Shibbie. The weather was awful, and I learned that there actually is a place (San Fran) where my hair does even nastier things than it does here in Galveston.
But on the upside, the weather allowed us to do more low-key things, like shopping, eating, getting coffee, late night taqueria's, hanging out and drinking wine, etc. And this was exactly what I needed. There's nothing like being with your best friend, where no topic is off limits, everything is funny, and EVERYTHING is up for discussion. It was so freeing and so nice - exactly what I needed. I have cute pictures from the trip that I haven't even had time yet to download (Will email those out soon though, Shibaline), but when I do, I'll post them.

I loved seeing San Francisco. It was amazing how many people live in such a small space. It was like a mini-New York or something. Houses everywhere, as far as the eye can see. Steep hills, cool architecture, great parks, amazing bridges, massive amounts of public transportation. Really a cool place to visit if you ever get the chance.

Today is happy hour with some friends, followed by a night of dancing. Should be fun.