Terrific Lady Day (part deux)

Last Sunday the Bears weren't playing so I took the opportunity to find some cheapy matinee tickets.  This time we went to a different Fox Theatre in Aurora.

 

Bobaloo and I took in some culture and saw Avenue Q.  It's a musical.  There was puppet sex and a song about internet porn.  We're a classy bunch, I tell ya. 

 

 

The theatre was small and very cool.  The actor/puppeteers sounded great as did the band.  Here's a picture of the set...

 

 

We stopped and had a couple of cocktails before heading home.  And that is the conclusion of Terrific Lady Day (weekend).

Terrific Lady Day (part 1)

Bobaloo is a pretty good sport when it comes to doing the things I'm into.  These activities include cheesy tourist traps, going to see plays, checking out alpaca shows, and all sorts of other things that might not be up his alley.  Once in a while I plan an Ultimate Extreme Fun Day to the Max.  If you watch The League you may have heard it referred to as, Terrific Lady Day.  It's hard to explain but basically, we do a bunch of stuff I want to do.

Last week was rough (see yesterday's post) so on Friday I found $10 tickets to go see Jerry Joseph & Jackmormons up in Boulder at the Fox Theatre.  Just what I needed, a night on the town with my dude.

First, we had drinks at our old stomping grounds.  We used to hang at this bar all the time.

The show was awesome!  I have never been to the Fox before and really dug it.  A lot of great energy and some good butt-shakin' music.

 

 It was a good night.  A really, really good night.

 

A Glimpse of a Bad Day

Welcome back despair.  How have you been?  Same old, same old?  Good for you.

Me?  I’ve been content and awesome and satisfied with how hard I work to keep you at a distance.  And then you had the audacity to show up and fuck things up.  Pardon my French, but I think after all of the crap you put me through; you can have a few curse words slung your way.  So, fuck you.

Last week I felt the anxiety swelling up and making a heavy knot in my stomach.  A little later the sinking feeling of worthlessness crept in and my skin started to crawl.  And by the end of the day there were tears and I was the worst person in the universe and nobody loved me and I was a waste of space.  I felt claustrophobic in my own body and wanted to get out of it.  I wanted to be out of my skin.

The sky was falling.

I picked up an anti-anxiety prescription the next day and numbed out.  I took deep breaths and did my best to remember that the sinking feeling wouldn’t last forever and that I have people who love me very much.  And my body and my soul and my skin are blessings.  Blessings I have been charged to care for.

And just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

**Things are back to being hunky-dory**