If I didn’t believe in you

Taken in the Magic Kingdom

Allison is the most awesome cat alive. Can you dig?

I just got a call from my good friend Allison on her acceptance into the University of St. Andrew’s Anthropology Masters Program. This marks the millionth time Allison has had things work out for her, and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer girl! Tony and her move to the cutest little flat in Scotland (Google earth is a gypsy’s best friend) and I’m so happy for them that I could spit.

Of course I was happy for Tony when he got his acceptance too, but I’m ecstatic for Al. Allison and I met in middle school, way back in the day. I went crazy, I punched her in the arm, she got me suspended… lots of time and laughter later, here we are. I don’t know… I know it sounds cheesy, but after all we’ve been through I think it’s appropriate to say: I love this girl. She’s pretty awesome.

So today, as I’m packing my bag for tour, I’m freaking out. I get this call from Alison and suddenly I see a bigger picture.  Things are going to work out after all.

I have pictures to share!

Popping champagne

As you can see the Bye Bye Bash was a success. I had a great time, and I think everyone else did as well. The wine was flowing and the company was fantastic. This may be the last time I get to see some of these cats. I sincerely hope it isn’t. Many thanks to everyone who came out to wish me well. You are appreciated!

Speech! Speech!

I did end up making a speech. I don’t remember much of it. From what I’m told, it was about how supported I felt with you all. That holds true. No matter what happens, you all stay in my life – for better or worse – and I’m happy to find that I have a group of friends who love me no matter what. Either that, or they want a meal ticket. The jury is still out on that one. (I kid!)

Cutting the cake with Jessica

Tomorrow morning at 8:00, I get on a plane. I don’t know what will happen in these next ten weeks, or in the future beyond that, but this bittersweet knot in my throat is a sign that I had a good life here. I’ll see you soon. Take care of yourself. And above all, read my blog!


Ah, WordPress. It’s nice to see you again. Choosing a blog server is a difficult and lasting decision. It’s as important as choosing a surgeon or a doughnut. Lord knows livejournal isn’t where this blog should be hosted. Nor is xanga quite what I’m looking for. Back in the day, i would install wordpress on my own server/host and be fancy-schmancy with it. I guess I’ve grown past that. Or I’m just more interested in content now. Yeah, let’s go with that. I’m interested in content.

So here we are, WordPress. Chillaxing at Max’s Apartment in Tulsa. Cox Communications (I don’t get paid for this endorsement, mind you) sent us a handsome technician to set up our internet today. Offered him a beer, but of course he couldn’t accept. Too bad because he was a beautiful, beautiful man.

I hosted a fantastic going away party for myself on Saturday. Thanks to everyone who came out to wish me well on my journey and get a little silly. I crawled into bed at 4:30, so I’d say the party was a success. I wish I had pictures to share, but I will have to count on others to supply the hard-copy memories. I know I saw Teresa with a camera…

Now I have four more days here in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Things to do? Continue studying lines for the next gig, pack my bags, and spend as much time as I possibly can with Tony and Al. After all, they are leaving two weeks after I am, but will not be returning for some time. I will be going to visit them as soon as I’m financially able, but that could be months! To all my other friends and family, you know I adore you too. I’ll more than likely see you when I come back in November.


I will.