Radiogurl a la Carte

Thursday, Oct. 26, 2006
Opening Fight -- Er -- Night

Here in Tombstone it is the weekend marking the 125th anniversary of the OK Corral gunfight. Which means the place is so jam-packed I had to drive through what was tantamount to a maze just to get home.

For those of you who live in Phoenix and L.A. and New York and their ilk, it was a no-traffic night when the streets were abandoned. But imagine a night like that where you have to drive down a barely-wide-enough-to-be-two-lanes road, and there are vehicles parallel parked curbside on both sides of the road, pedestrians ambling along, another car coming the other way, and a few orange traffic cones thrown in for good measure.

Yup, it was that much fun.

WildRosie and Zeb are onstage for their opening night tonight, in what's got to be an outrageous performance of H.M.S. Pinafore. It's not got a single word of dialogue changed, from what I understand, but there are some distinctly Tombstone flavors mixed into the costuming and attitudes.

MC and I have plans to attend in a subsequent night and to hopefully get some photos in the process.

I'm pretty darned exhausted tonight but in a fairly decent mood overall. I finally got the stuff to print out some more business cards tonight. I am going to order some online, too, but before I do, I need to pick the brains of someone in the newspaper's composing department. I designed our cards (for the web biz, which generated yet ANOTHER request today) but if you run them as-is, the black print and other black aspects of the design actually don't print BLACK. They print this icky color of grayish-whatever.

I am playing with it now - and think I found it, but I'm not sure of what I'm doing. Yet. Just gimme time.

MC went for a walk downtown to take in some of the unusual nightlife therein. He came back grinning from ear-to-ear. I guess some lady stopped him and told him he was cute.

Of course I've told him that numerous times, and even told him that other people have commented the same to me (that he's cute - not that I'm cute.) But I guess this was a first for him, for someone to stop him on the street and say so. Needless to say, somebody's happy with himself at the moment.

He's so cute when he's like that.

I just teased him that I was going to have to attach a bungie cord to his ankle to keep some other lady from running away with him. If I honestly feared that I wouldn't be marrying him and he knows it, but we have fun with the illusory "fighting." It's cheap enough entertainment and we enjoy it.

Hard to imagine it's nearly the end of October already. We've been together for nearly ten months now and have never had a real fight, a record I'd dearly like to preserve. We were talking tonight more about our options in terms of the business and in terms of how to save up for a down payment on a house. Both of us are sick to death of not having a home that's really ours. I think it's even harder for him, because he owned his own home in Europe, and I gather it was a nice place. He also owned a new Mercedes and so on, though he said the past ten years have done some pretty significant rearranging of his attitudes toward money and possessions.

Welcome to my world. And I'm sorry.

Anyway, life goes on and I'm just extremely glad tomorrow is Friday.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )