Going to bed when I’m supremely tired has been working three nights so far. It works better on the weekend, I’m sure. Man, trying to get up to wash the Korean BBQ smoke out of my hair this morning was tough. It’s starting to cool at night in California a little bit. Cool when I left the house and when I got home. It makes it really hard to get out of bed in the morning.
When I got work, I gave my dad a call. Of course, I caught him watching his nightly news and he filled me in on Thailand’s current madness. He recommends the recent article in Time Magazine.
“Somebody’s funneling money into the PAD,” he said. “Someone’s paying daily stipends for people to not be earning a living but to sit in at the Parliament House. And it’s a pretty good bet around here that it’s the old-money elites. They want the Democrats to be government and Abhisit as PM.”
“But I want Khun Mark [Abhisit] to be the PM…” I whined.
“I know. But not like this,” dad replied. And I agreed 200%.
“Brandon said if this shit is still going on by the end of October, he’s not coming home with me,” I told him.
“Tell him this is the BEST time to be in Thailand,” dad replied.
“I told him the protest doesn’t bleed over to the tourists so there’s nothing to worry about.”
“It’s not just that,” dad added. “All the other tourists would’ve canceled. Hotels would be empty, and then we could get any room at any hotel we want in Phuket on the cheap!”
My dad. There could only be one.
And there could also be only one Brandon.
A text message this afternoon sent me into a giggle.
“Hahah. The cats attacked [The traveling Couch] Monkey! Jumper walked by with Monkey in his mouth then the little ones [Brandon’s folks’ new cats as oppose to Jumper, the elder statesman] ran by and stole him from Jump.”
My poor traveling Couch Monkey, covered in kitty drool! Later on tonight, as Brandon was reading before bed with the cats, again, Monkey was taken. Brandon had to chase the cats down to get him back.
And my poor husband, for him to be on his cell phone to text me these things, Brandon had to step outside and down the driveway of their house in the mountains of New Mexico. It was 27F when he called me an hour earlier.
Now THAT’S love.
The day of much love and laughter ended well at my first Lyrical Jazz class with Sizzle at Moondance Studios tonight.
I LOVE Sizzle! She’s totally awesome. Not only does she have lessons planned for the next 6 weeks, she also taught us the history of each week’s style. Today, we learned the basics of Fosse style and did the routine from the first 2 verses of Chicago’s All That Jazz.
Jazz hands. Fosse’s port de bras. Hip pops. And other signature Fosse moves.
Ow, my quads. And my back.
The zombie moves I was going to practice before I go to bed should look awesome now that my back is a little bit stiff…