whatcha gonna do with all that junk? all that junk inside your trunk?
please, lord, make it go away. mark got a song (if you can even call it that) in my head the other night and it will not leave.
"my humps. my humps my humps my humps. my lovely lady lumps…"
i already hated the black eyed peas but this is madness.
what is the world coming to??
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i think i found what we’re doing for new year’s eve. the roots are playing a show at a great club in ft lauderdale. we don’t even have to trek down to miami! aw, yeah.
so i guess i never really explained the situation with my tonsils. what happened was after i ran out of pain meds (tylenol 3, which didn’t do much for me anyway), i started taking some aleve, which always works for me. no one informed me that i shouldn’t take aleve because naproxin sodium is a blood thinner like aspirin, and it can cause bleeding after surgery. all i was told was to not take aspirin for a week prior to surgery, and right afterwards. no mention of how serious it can be, and absolutely no mention of aleve. now, this is not conclusively the reason i bled, but probably. the resident ent (ear, nose, throat doctor), who i do like, sorta made me feel like an idiot for taking it, and although i could have called to check before taking the aleve, how the hell should i know that? shouldn’t i have been told? whatever. what’s done is done, and i’m much, much better. no more pain, but i am still a bit swollen. i can eat totally normal food, and cold drinks don’t bother me anymore. i can speak and sing, but time will tell how much this will affect my sound in a positive way. so yeah. i seem to be out of tonsil hell, finally. i am back at work, and i can exercise (hallelujah) again.
Health, Music, Travel | Comment (0)newsworthy note of the day
Courtesy of Contactmusic.com…
Depeche Mode star DAVE GAHAN was forced to remove the ‘geish’ piercing between his testicles and his anus when one of his kids quizzed him about the ring that dangled there. The LEAVE IN SILENCE singer had the sensitive area pierced years ago after hearing it was one of the most erotic areas to add jewellery. He tells US magazine Blender, "I would beg to differ with that. I don’t know if any piercing is erotic, really. For me, it was probably about the pain. "I knew it was time to get rid of it when one of my kids noticed it and was like, ‘Why do you have an earring in your ass?’"
five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred…boots?
it’s been a nice couple of days. had a great cuban brunch yesterday and basically vegged the rest of the day. today, we met our neighbors out for brunch, then mark and i went to see "rent". wow.
when it opened on broadway in ‘96, i was a senior in high school. less than a year later, i was working for disney at the new amsterdam theatre, whose stage entrance faces the front of the nederlander theatre, where "rent" was. those were the days when people would camp out, for days sometimes, in the heat or cold, for a chance at $20 front row tickets. i would see them every day, watch them from my dressing room window. i ran into a few people i knew, actually.
for those who don’t know, when the show moved to broadway from its off-broadway run, the writer/composer, jonathan larson, died of a brain aneurysm the morning of their opening night. the show became a huge success and, of course, tickets were expensive and hard to get. the cast became upset because the play was about young, poor bohemians–the same people who could not afford to spend hundreds of dollars on theatre tickets. so the producers made the first few rows available every night for $20 a ticket, but you had to be on line early to get them, hence the camping out. it was pretty magical to see the passion surrounding this show at that time. it had such a simple, yet profound, message, and its emotional earnestness and honesty touched people in a way i’d never seen before. it touched me that way. larson ended up winning a posthumous pulitzer prize for it.
seeing the film today was very cool. as the first chords came through the speakers, my heart swelled with a sense of nostalgia, and, i guess, pride, because i feel somehow a part of it all, being in the business, and seeing firsthand the phenomenon that it was 10 years ago, when i, myself, was a young, poor bohemian. they kept it set in 1989/90, which i was glad about. the film as a whole stayed pretty true to the script and score. i cried a lot. i highly recommend it…it’s still a beautiful, relevant piece.
and these are my new boots.
ps–if you’ve never been to pinkisthenewblog.com, it’s hilarious.
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turkey day was fun. we spent it at my parents’ house, and it was just the four of us this year (my sister was with jess’s family in virginia). i ate a lot of stuffing. i love stuffing. and my mom made an awesome brownie cheesecake for dessert. gooey and delicious. i found my black dress coat while i was there, which i thought i had lost–score!–and my mom gave me a creamer/sugar bowl set that i’ve always liked, which was so sweet. it’s a beautiful handmade set from ireland, and it actually matches my table linens perfectly. thanks mama!
walter had a blast with the dogs my dad was boarding. there was this black cocker spaniel mix that had the most jacked up teeth, it was so funny. anyway, walt ran around until he passed out. there was this nasty stuffed duck that i think he officially killed, and then fell asleep on top of it. too cute.
after watching "survivor", we headed over to mike and ilana’s apartment from some margaritas and frozen pizza (we got hungry and made the boys go to krausers). it was a blast, actually. the four of us don’t get to hang out often enough anymore. the best quote of the night was when, after ilana was saying how romantic it would be for mike to drive her to philly just for a cheesesteak in the middle of the night, mark replied, "romantic? for who, amy jo fisher?" it would have been funny regardless of the fact the he added a "jo". also, our dogs finally played together for an extended period of time, and what’s cuter than a boxer and a teacup yorkie together?
on the way home, mark and i sang along to easy listening hits on our new sirius satellite radio. air supply, the carpenters, ambrosia, y’know.
so…my winter cocktail party planning is underway. i’m getting martha stewart on your asses this year! the decor will be red and gold, there will be specialty cocktails and tuna tartare, amongst other delights. it’s a small affair, considering the size of our apartment, so it’s basically just our neighbors attending. should be fun.
hottest. boots. ever! i was shopping the other day, and came across boots that looked a lot like the new limited edition coach "noreen" boots that every friggin’ celebrity has on this fall. so i got them, and they are the bomb. i was shopping in saks wednesday and had the shoe salesmen insisting that they must be marc jacobs boots. aw yeah. i also got an amazing bargain on a silver leather michael kors clutch. sweet!
oh! i have the best husband. he made the best anniversary plans for us. we’re going to see "slava’s snowshow" in manhattan and staying in a suite at the w hotel. we have an extremely old bottle of dom that was given to me as a graduation gift, so i think we’re gonna keep warm with that. yay!
i’m gonna add a photo album today of turkey day pix. i got a new camera recently, so i’ve been trying to put it to good use.
Dog, Food and Drink, Music, Shopping | Comment (0)tonsil hell, part deux
nice dinner out w/ mark friday night…on the road to being completely recovered…brushing teeth…no pain, but suddenly spitting up mouthfulls of blood…doc on call says gargle w/ cold water and call back if it doesn’t stop…it stops…rush to the emergency room at 5am due to waking up swallowing more mouthfulls of blood…a second operation to stop the bleeding…an overnight stay in the hospital…lots of morphine…home now…lots of percocet………
Health | Comment (0)so long, tonsils…it was fuckin’ horrible knowin’ ya
so a week ago i had my tonsils removed. it is a relatively minor surgery, in that it is quick and outpatient. however, you are still under anesthesia and the recovery is quite painful. by quite painful i mean it hurts like a bitch. the exact procedure i had done was a direct laryngoscopy/tonsillectomy. the laryngoscopy is basically them checking out my vocal cords to see if there is damage, ie, nodules and such. i already had a laryngoscopy in the doctor’s office, but i guess knowing i am a singer and actor my doc wanted to be very thorough.
everyone at the surgery center was extremely warm and wonderful, from the doctors and nurses to the reception staff. my very funny anesthesiologist gave me one of his "famous martinis" before surgery because i was anxious, which allowed me to chill out and take a little nap. basically, once i was put in a bed and given an iv, i started crying and couldn’t stop. i was trying very hard to stifle it, but i was just really freaked out deep down. it was embarrassing, but, like i said, the staff were all so nice and really helped to put me at ease.
when i woke up in post-op, i found that i could not swallow because of the numbing agents that had been used, and this really messed with my head. the nurses understood, and told me to put my hands on my chest so i could feel myself breathing. i tried my best to remain calm, but my heart was racing a mile a minute. the local anesthetic does increase your heart rate, but couple that with my severe anxiety and it was bad. i could tell that the nurses were concerned, which, of course, made me more anxious. but after about 30 minutes, i could sort-of swallow again, and after about an hour, the got me up and dressed and gave me a popsicle. i was even wheeled outside in a wheelchair. whee!
the pain was not horrendous for the first day and a half. bad, but not crippling. then it got fucking awful. i really wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. i was taking this nasty syrup pain medication, which was really not doing much, so mark called the doc and got me some stronger stuff in pill form. not much stronger, but okay, i guess. i’m also on a the bubble gum medicine! remember the pink, bubble-gum-tasting liquid antibiotics we used to get when we were kids? that’s what i have. funny.
anyway, the pain has gone from god-awful to manageable, and i’m looking forward to feeling much, much better by the end of the week. i have started to eat some normal foods, but it’s still a challenge. i do enjoy amy’s organic no chicken noodle soup, but i’m ready for hard, solid, crunchy, delicious food.
i sang a tiny bit today. i was singing to walter and didn’t even realize it at first. then i vocalized very lightly for a few minutes, and it felt great. it still hurts to talk because of the movement in the mouth and neck, but my cords feels okay so far.
the upsides to all of this (besides the obvious): mark bought me new boots. i got to read every magazine imaginable. no work. lots of bad tv.
by the way, if any of you ever have this done, don’t look at your throat in the mirror with a flashlight. it was the grossest thing i’ve ever seen.
in other news, the play reading i did went extremely well. great responses from all that attended. hopefully someone will pick up the project, and i will have a job.
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