Monday, December 8, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Hey Liz?
So, in case you're wondering where the name of my blog (Hey Liz) comes from, click here.
The background...
Dave is in Vegas on a business trip with Don, Phil and Andrew and goes out to a karaoke bar with our bartender friend, Danny. Since I'm not there and Danny wants to sing a song for me, Dave calls me and records the song on his phone while Danny is singing (hence me laughing on the other end). Anyway, I hope that clears up some of the mystery. You may all continue with your regularly scheduled lives now. :)
The background...
Dave is in Vegas on a business trip with Don, Phil and Andrew and goes out to a karaoke bar with our bartender friend, Danny. Since I'm not there and Danny wants to sing a song for me, Dave calls me and records the song on his phone while Danny is singing (hence me laughing on the other end). Anyway, I hope that clears up some of the mystery. You may all continue with your regularly scheduled lives now. :)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Triumph(ant)
A 1934 Triumph I saw at a classic car show last weekend. It made me think of a certain baritone. And, yes, he's already seen this picture. :)
Sunday, August 3, 2008
L is the letter that I love the most....
...and Samuel Ramey is the bass I love the most! :)
Put them together and VOILA!
Put them together and VOILA!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
JASON MRAZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nov. 9th
Paramount Theater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tickets are ordered!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Paramount Theater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tickets are ordered!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
My Letter to Santa
Dear Santa,
I've been a really good girl this year. I'm not asking for much (see picture below). They are no longer offering the light blue color I like, so I will gladly compromise and take the Vista Blue Metallic pictured below.
Must include:
V8
hood scoop
heated seats
navigation
18" chrome wheels
Thanks!
P.S. Left some soy milk and gluten-free cookies on the dining room table for you. ENJOY!
I've been a really good girl this year. I'm not asking for much (see picture below). They are no longer offering the light blue color I like, so I will gladly compromise and take the Vista Blue Metallic pictured below.
Must include:
V8
hood scoop
heated seats
navigation
18" chrome wheels
Thanks!
P.S. Left some soy milk and gluten-free cookies on the dining room table for you. ENJOY!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Super experience
I found this blog on the Met website from a Met supernumerary who performed in La Boheme. Apparently being a super at the Met is a lot more exciting than at Seattle Opera. I'm not saying that it's not "exciting". Standing a few feet away from Ben Heppner while he sings his thrilling high notes is a definite high, but flowers and flash bulbs and friends coming from way far away to see the performance for 5 minutes of fame? I don't think so!
Saturday, April 12th
The flowers started arriving two days ago. First, a glorious, enormous arrangement from my special man, Dave. Then a string of smaller, but no less beautiful bouquets from friends. Today my apartment is filled with sweet smells and heavenly blossoms. How did so many people know I was desperate for flowers? I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want to appear to be asking for them. Let’s face it. I didn’t want to look pathetic. But my bounty is not limited to flowers. I receive champagne. And the book, “Zeffirelli at the Met,” autographed by the great man.
At 10:30 in the morning I take Carole, Diane, Nina and Marcia, my wonderful friends who flew in from Oklahoma, California and Hawaii, on a backstage tour. They are dazzled by the auditorium, amazed by the quality and detail of the costumes and thrilled to stand on the stage. On the fourth floor, I point out the scale model of Act II of La Bohème and show them the spot where I am most likely to be strutting my stuff. After the tour I go home, hoping to take a nap. But the phone keeps ringing, the flowers keep arriving, and now I’m the one who is dazzled, amazed and thrilled. I think I know what Sally Field meant when she made her “You like me! You really like me!” speech at the Academy Awards.
6 P.M. Dave leaves to pick up the out-of-towners at their hotel and escort them to the Grand Tier Restaurant, where they have a sumptuous pre-opera dinner. Alone in my apartment, I muse on the wonders of this day and feel a delicious sort of joy, not only for my own good fortune, but for my friends who are about to experience Zeffirelli’s La Bohème. My phone continues to ring, but I don’t answer now. I want some quiet time, some time to ponder and speculate on what is less than two hours away. All day people have been asking me if I am excited. Of course I am. But deep down I am serene. And utterly content.
7:30 P.M. I leave for the opera house. The security guard on duty tells me I am glowing so much I am my own spotlight, and there is no way anyone will miss me when I make my entrance. In the principal artists’ dressing room I find two more beautiful flower arrangements. And my “team” is awaiting me: Suzi Gomez, my dresser, a delightful woman who makes me feel as much a star as her other charge, someone by the name of Angela Gheorghiu; Victor Callegari, who gives me cheekbones and luscious, pouty lips with his magical makeup techniques; Joe Barnes, director of supernumeraries, who welcomes me warmly. Tom Watson, head of the wig department, is not here. In his place is his affable assistant, Craig. Charming and amusing, he keeps me smiling as he deftly executes my pin curls, pulls on the stocking cap and arranges the corkscrew curls on my wig. Because it is still early, we leave my bonnet and shawl for later. And of course there is the amazing Gail, ready to offer support, answer questions, help with anything I need. I hand her my camera and she documents this unique experience.
When Roger arrives we greet each other like old friends. He leads me to the stage and suggests looking for a bent nail, the legendary good luck talisman that will insure a stellar performance. We find two. Guaranteed success, we climb the rickety staircase and stand on the wagon that will move us out from the wings. We can see the stars in the cast taking their Act One curtain calls. And we can hear the rapturous applause. I take a deep breath. The wagon begins to move.
Although I have had two rehearsals, I am not prepared for the moment when the curtain parts. While I cannot see the audience in the darkened auditorium, I can feel its presence. It is like a living, breathing organism, something out of a science fiction film, a huge undefined entity with a mind of its own. When the full force of the Latin Quarter kicks in, I can feel a split-second collective silence. Then comes the explosion of excited applause. My spine begins to tingle. Roger and I begin our walk. We move easily through the crowd, we nod to this one and that one, we engage in pantomimed conversation, we inspect a loaf of bread, a chunk of cheese.
And I realize I do not have on my bonnet or my shawl. They are still in my dressing room.
I am mad at my forgetfulness, it is almost as if I have let down Zeffirelli himself. And I am embarrassed, as if I am in one of those dreams where you inexplicably find yourself on a busy street without clothes. But I am on the stage, and it is too late for self-recrimination. Roger, unaware of my dismay, slowly, but deliberately, leads me to stage left, where the bear will dance and the fortune teller is reading palms. And where the light will allow me to be seen. But will my friends who, that very morning, saw my costume and all its components, recognize me without my bonnet and shawl? I suppress that thought. Didn’t the security guard tell me I am my own spotlight? The next 25 minutes are for me. I lift my chin and straighten my shoulders. All my secret actress fantasies kick in. I am animated, I smile at Roger as he hands me a flower. I hold out my hand to the palm reader. She tells me I will be taking a long trip, it will be to Tahiti. And she tells me Roger is going to give me a diamond necklace. And that the diamonds will be big. I smile at Roger again.
A woman wearing entirely too much rouge sashays by and holds out her hand to Roger. He does not take it. Minutes later she tries again, a come hither smile on her face. I smack her with my flower.
I am aware of every moment: the wonderful voices of the choristers, the excitement of the children, the waving arms of the conductor. The awe and joy that is emanating from that mysterious, unseeable thing that is the audience. I drink it in like someone who has been lost in the desert and suddenly comes upon a geyser, and I imprint it on my eyes and ears. The 25 minutes go fast, too fast, but when the curtain comes down I do not feel sad. The second act of La Bohème will be with me forever.
When I return to the dressing room, I am blinded by flashbulbs. For one inane second I wonder if the paparazzo has mistaken me for Britney Spears. But, no, the cameras belong to Judy and Mary, two other backstage guides and my good friends, who are yelling “Brava!” and snapping away. They hug me, they say I was great. I pose for pictures with everyone within shooting range, including Paul Plishka, who is already in street clothes and ready to go home.
Back in my dressing room, Suzi unlaces me and helps me out of my costume. Craig removes my wig and fluffs up my hair. Joe Barnes tells me I performed beautifully, as if I had been on the stage all my life. Although I have to go home and get ready for my party, I linger, reluctant to leave this newfound world which, like Brigadoon, is about to disappear into the mist. When I finally do leave, my arms filled with flowers, I am walking on air.
Back in my apartment, I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror. The glow is still there. But the rouge is too strong for the real world, and I carefully tone it down with makeup base. My party dress is hanging on a closet door. I reach for it, change my mind and rummage around for something else. My plan is to arrive at the restaurant before the opera’s final curtain falls, but when I look at my watch I realize I am going to be late. Instead of greeting my guests as they enter, it is going to be the other way around. I get there as fast as I can.
As I walk into the restaurant, flash bulbs pop, applause rings in my ears and Dave places a cascade of flowers in my arms. As I walk around greeting people, I learn that everyone saw me, bonnet-less as I was, that their opera glasses were trained on me the entire 25 minutes and that many of them missed the horse and donkey completely. The party is warm and fuzzy. I am so happy to see so many of my friends celebrating my half hour of fame, business world meeting music world, academia schmoozing with personal trainers, and none of them at a loss for words. And we have a surprise guest: Maestro James Conlon, who was spotted in the adjacent restaurant having dinner with his daughter, Emmy, and encouraged to come in and join our fun. He is very gracious, and Emmy is a charmer.
The party breaks up at 2 A.M. As I leave the restaurant, the Maitre d’ asks me what I was celebrating. I raise my voice just a little, in case some of his regular clientele are listening.
I say: “I made my debut at the Metropolitan Opera.”
Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone at the Met for making this impossible dream come true. And a very special thank you to Gail Chesler, who made it perfect.
http://blog.metoperafamily.org/metopera/2008/04/15/i%e2%80%99m-a-diva/
Saturday, April 12th
The flowers started arriving two days ago. First, a glorious, enormous arrangement from my special man, Dave. Then a string of smaller, but no less beautiful bouquets from friends. Today my apartment is filled with sweet smells and heavenly blossoms. How did so many people know I was desperate for flowers? I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want to appear to be asking for them. Let’s face it. I didn’t want to look pathetic. But my bounty is not limited to flowers. I receive champagne. And the book, “Zeffirelli at the Met,” autographed by the great man.
At 10:30 in the morning I take Carole, Diane, Nina and Marcia, my wonderful friends who flew in from Oklahoma, California and Hawaii, on a backstage tour. They are dazzled by the auditorium, amazed by the quality and detail of the costumes and thrilled to stand on the stage. On the fourth floor, I point out the scale model of Act II of La Bohème and show them the spot where I am most likely to be strutting my stuff. After the tour I go home, hoping to take a nap. But the phone keeps ringing, the flowers keep arriving, and now I’m the one who is dazzled, amazed and thrilled. I think I know what Sally Field meant when she made her “You like me! You really like me!” speech at the Academy Awards.
6 P.M. Dave leaves to pick up the out-of-towners at their hotel and escort them to the Grand Tier Restaurant, where they have a sumptuous pre-opera dinner. Alone in my apartment, I muse on the wonders of this day and feel a delicious sort of joy, not only for my own good fortune, but for my friends who are about to experience Zeffirelli’s La Bohème. My phone continues to ring, but I don’t answer now. I want some quiet time, some time to ponder and speculate on what is less than two hours away. All day people have been asking me if I am excited. Of course I am. But deep down I am serene. And utterly content.
7:30 P.M. I leave for the opera house. The security guard on duty tells me I am glowing so much I am my own spotlight, and there is no way anyone will miss me when I make my entrance. In the principal artists’ dressing room I find two more beautiful flower arrangements. And my “team” is awaiting me: Suzi Gomez, my dresser, a delightful woman who makes me feel as much a star as her other charge, someone by the name of Angela Gheorghiu; Victor Callegari, who gives me cheekbones and luscious, pouty lips with his magical makeup techniques; Joe Barnes, director of supernumeraries, who welcomes me warmly. Tom Watson, head of the wig department, is not here. In his place is his affable assistant, Craig. Charming and amusing, he keeps me smiling as he deftly executes my pin curls, pulls on the stocking cap and arranges the corkscrew curls on my wig. Because it is still early, we leave my bonnet and shawl for later. And of course there is the amazing Gail, ready to offer support, answer questions, help with anything I need. I hand her my camera and she documents this unique experience.
When Roger arrives we greet each other like old friends. He leads me to the stage and suggests looking for a bent nail, the legendary good luck talisman that will insure a stellar performance. We find two. Guaranteed success, we climb the rickety staircase and stand on the wagon that will move us out from the wings. We can see the stars in the cast taking their Act One curtain calls. And we can hear the rapturous applause. I take a deep breath. The wagon begins to move.
Although I have had two rehearsals, I am not prepared for the moment when the curtain parts. While I cannot see the audience in the darkened auditorium, I can feel its presence. It is like a living, breathing organism, something out of a science fiction film, a huge undefined entity with a mind of its own. When the full force of the Latin Quarter kicks in, I can feel a split-second collective silence. Then comes the explosion of excited applause. My spine begins to tingle. Roger and I begin our walk. We move easily through the crowd, we nod to this one and that one, we engage in pantomimed conversation, we inspect a loaf of bread, a chunk of cheese.
And I realize I do not have on my bonnet or my shawl. They are still in my dressing room.
I am mad at my forgetfulness, it is almost as if I have let down Zeffirelli himself. And I am embarrassed, as if I am in one of those dreams where you inexplicably find yourself on a busy street without clothes. But I am on the stage, and it is too late for self-recrimination. Roger, unaware of my dismay, slowly, but deliberately, leads me to stage left, where the bear will dance and the fortune teller is reading palms. And where the light will allow me to be seen. But will my friends who, that very morning, saw my costume and all its components, recognize me without my bonnet and shawl? I suppress that thought. Didn’t the security guard tell me I am my own spotlight? The next 25 minutes are for me. I lift my chin and straighten my shoulders. All my secret actress fantasies kick in. I am animated, I smile at Roger as he hands me a flower. I hold out my hand to the palm reader. She tells me I will be taking a long trip, it will be to Tahiti. And she tells me Roger is going to give me a diamond necklace. And that the diamonds will be big. I smile at Roger again.
A woman wearing entirely too much rouge sashays by and holds out her hand to Roger. He does not take it. Minutes later she tries again, a come hither smile on her face. I smack her with my flower.
I am aware of every moment: the wonderful voices of the choristers, the excitement of the children, the waving arms of the conductor. The awe and joy that is emanating from that mysterious, unseeable thing that is the audience. I drink it in like someone who has been lost in the desert and suddenly comes upon a geyser, and I imprint it on my eyes and ears. The 25 minutes go fast, too fast, but when the curtain comes down I do not feel sad. The second act of La Bohème will be with me forever.
When I return to the dressing room, I am blinded by flashbulbs. For one inane second I wonder if the paparazzo has mistaken me for Britney Spears. But, no, the cameras belong to Judy and Mary, two other backstage guides and my good friends, who are yelling “Brava!” and snapping away. They hug me, they say I was great. I pose for pictures with everyone within shooting range, including Paul Plishka, who is already in street clothes and ready to go home.
Back in my dressing room, Suzi unlaces me and helps me out of my costume. Craig removes my wig and fluffs up my hair. Joe Barnes tells me I performed beautifully, as if I had been on the stage all my life. Although I have to go home and get ready for my party, I linger, reluctant to leave this newfound world which, like Brigadoon, is about to disappear into the mist. When I finally do leave, my arms filled with flowers, I am walking on air.
Back in my apartment, I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror. The glow is still there. But the rouge is too strong for the real world, and I carefully tone it down with makeup base. My party dress is hanging on a closet door. I reach for it, change my mind and rummage around for something else. My plan is to arrive at the restaurant before the opera’s final curtain falls, but when I look at my watch I realize I am going to be late. Instead of greeting my guests as they enter, it is going to be the other way around. I get there as fast as I can.
As I walk into the restaurant, flash bulbs pop, applause rings in my ears and Dave places a cascade of flowers in my arms. As I walk around greeting people, I learn that everyone saw me, bonnet-less as I was, that their opera glasses were trained on me the entire 25 minutes and that many of them missed the horse and donkey completely. The party is warm and fuzzy. I am so happy to see so many of my friends celebrating my half hour of fame, business world meeting music world, academia schmoozing with personal trainers, and none of them at a loss for words. And we have a surprise guest: Maestro James Conlon, who was spotted in the adjacent restaurant having dinner with his daughter, Emmy, and encouraged to come in and join our fun. He is very gracious, and Emmy is a charmer.
The party breaks up at 2 A.M. As I leave the restaurant, the Maitre d’ asks me what I was celebrating. I raise my voice just a little, in case some of his regular clientele are listening.
I say: “I made my debut at the Metropolitan Opera.”
Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone at the Met for making this impossible dream come true. And a very special thank you to Gail Chesler, who made it perfect.
http://blog.metoperafamily.org/metopera/2008/04/15/i%e2%80%99m-a-diva/
Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Revisiting Billy Budd
I know I have this file saved as Windows Media SOMEWHERE on one of my many backup cds, but here is the link...I love the fight scene and the scene where Claggart goes tumbling down the stairs...it's so realistic!
http://www.staatsorchester.de/upload/media/200501/media41e710299cba7.rm
http://www.staatsorchester.de/upload/media/200501/media41e710299cba7.rm
Friday, May 16, 2008
Friday night randomness
I received an email from Nathan's dad with a link to a review of Camelot. Here it is:
http://origin.observer.com/print/69144/full
I agree with everything that was said. Nathan definitely stole the show - and Marin Mazzie was gorgeous. My favorite quote from the review:
http://origin.observer.com/print/69144/full
I agree with everything that was said. Nathan definitely stole the show - and Marin Mazzie was gorgeous. My favorite quote from the review:
With the orchestra at the rear of the stage and no television monitors, the disappointing Dublin-born Gabriel Byrne was unable to see the conductor, talking his way through “How To Handle a Woman” as if on cue from Richard Burton, in a manner that only made his inability to carry a tune seem even more sluggish than necessary. But in all fairness, how could he shine on the same stage with Nathan Gunn?
How very true!!!!
I got my new camera today and I absolutely LOVE it. I took some pictures of the cat and my fish, since they were the only ones willing to pose for me. We are going out on the boat tomorrow, so I will take more pics then.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Shutterbug
I just ordered DIS:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16830120262
SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!! :D
http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16830120262
SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!! :D
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Colbert...
So I stayed up way past my bedtime to watch Nathan last night. It was sooooo funny! He was giving Nathan a hard time about opera being high brow and elitist and then made fun of the Papageno costume from last season. Of course there were pictures shown of him with shirt off as well....
My favorite part was when Nathan was asked who would win a cage match - Carmen or Cio-Cio-San:
Nathan: I would put my money on the soprano only because....
Colbert: They're b*tches
The look on Nathan's face was priceless!!! He seemed completely caught of guard. It was a great moment. :)
My favorite part was when Nathan was asked who would win a cage match - Carmen or Cio-Cio-San:
Nathan: I would put my money on the soprano only because....
Colbert: They're b*tches
The look on Nathan's face was priceless!!! He seemed completely caught of guard. It was a great moment. :)
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
WHOA!
From a recent Nathan interview:
TS: Show Boat also has an impressive cast. You've got musical theater stars Carolee Carmello, Jessica Bogart, and Gavin Lee. From the opera world, there's Celena Shafer, Alvy Powell, and -- my God! -- Marilyn Horne.
Marilyn Horne???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That completely threw me for a loop!
TS: Show Boat also has an impressive cast. You've got musical theater stars Carolee Carmello, Jessica Bogart, and Gavin Lee. From the opera world, there's Celena Shafer, Alvy Powell, and -- my God! -- Marilyn Horne.
Marilyn Horne???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That completely threw me for a loop!
Happy Colbert Report Day!
It's finally here! Nathan on The Colbert Report tonight! The show doesn't air until 11:30, but I'll probably stay up and watch anyway. I can get some packing done while I'm waiting. :)
Saturday, May 3, 2008
So sad!
I just got done watching the Kentucky Derby and, while it was an impressive race, the filly Eight Belles, who finished in second place, broke both her front ankles and had to be euthanized right there on the track. Poor baby! I'm sure she was in a lot of pain and it was difficult to watch. :( I'm sure it was devastating for the owner, trainer and jockey as well.
I was rooting for her, and if I would have gotten paid I don't think I could have taken the money.
I was rooting for her, and if I would have gotten paid I don't think I could have taken the money.
Prezzie
For those wondering whatever became of "the gift" that I sent Nathan, the answer is: He probably hasn't gotten it yet. His dad wrote me a couple of days after the Zankel performance and said he only had a few minutes to spend with Nathan at dinner after the concert and didn't have a chance to give it to him, so he was going to mail it to his house. I don't think Nathan has even been home since then, since he flew straight to Boston and then back to NYC for Camelot rehearsals. So, I'm sure it's sitting there...lonely....just waiting for him to tear it open. :)
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Oy Vey!
I gamble too much! Or should I say WE gamble too much....
Last time we made reservations at the Palazzo Las Vegas through our casino host For some reason, Dave wanted to wait until the next day to actually reserve the room. He asked the host, "Will there still be rooms available tomorrow?" After looking at our previous play, the host said, "Well, if not we'll build you one." Gee.......thanks!
Then today I called Dave to see if he might be able to get tickets for Jersey Boys, since my parents are going to Vegas with us and they want to see it. He called back a few minutes later after calling our host and she comped us three $160 tickets to the show. She ended the convo with, "Remember we have a limo picking you up at the airport and if there is anything else you need, just let me know."
Now at the old Venetian they would've never done this. It sounds like they are getting a lot less stingy with their comps (or our host is just extra nice). Our rate of play hasn't really changed. Sounds like they are desperately trying to fill the rooms. That's one perk of a sagging economy, I guess. :)
Last time we made reservations at the Palazzo Las Vegas through our casino host For some reason, Dave wanted to wait until the next day to actually reserve the room. He asked the host, "Will there still be rooms available tomorrow?" After looking at our previous play, the host said, "Well, if not we'll build you one." Gee.......thanks!
Then today I called Dave to see if he might be able to get tickets for Jersey Boys, since my parents are going to Vegas with us and they want to see it. He called back a few minutes later after calling our host and she comped us three $160 tickets to the show. She ended the convo with, "Remember we have a limo picking you up at the airport and if there is anything else you need, just let me know."
Now at the old Venetian they would've never done this. It sounds like they are getting a lot less stingy with their comps (or our host is just extra nice). Our rate of play hasn't really changed. Sounds like they are desperately trying to fill the rooms. That's one perk of a sagging economy, I guess. :)
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Dis and Dat
So my ride along last Friday was fun, except for the 4 inches of snow that we were driving around in. I got to the precinct a little before 6:00. I only live a few minutes away, but being that it was snowing like mad I wanted to give myself extra time. The sergeant let me in and told me to have a seat in the meeting room. Doug was late, so I sat around for about 20 minutes and everyone else got ready for roll call. This was the first time that I got to actually sit in on roll call, which was kind of interesting. I picked up tidbits about protocol on when to use lights and sirens for a call, when to initiate a puruit and when to terminate (handy information should I ever find myself being chased by the po-po) ;), and information about their bait car. If you don't know what a bait car is, it's a vehicle that is outfitted with a camera and a system that alerts dispatch if any of the doors are opened. They place all kinds of goodies inside (laptop, XBox, cell phone, tools) in hopes that someone will take the "bait". As soon as someone opens the door, the cops are right on them. One of the bait cars is actually outfitted with remote ignition kill and door locking mechanisms, so they can stall the engine and lock the thief inside should they try to steal the car - pretty funny!
Then Doug had his one-on-one evaluation/meeting with the sergeant and we were on our way.
The night overall was very slow. We went to one domestic disturbance call where a 16 year-old kid was being unruly and tossing things around his dad's apartment. Doug immediatly put the punk in handcuffs and started in on him military style. After the kid was being a tard and talking back, Doug dragged him outside in his socks (he wouldn't put his shoes on). He must have been cold walking through a couple of inches of slush in his socks but the dumbass deserved it. Then James showed up and started at him, too. James also told the dad that he'd been out the apartment once before that day because the kid and his friends stole cigars from the convenience store and came back to the apartment to smoke pot. The neighbors smelled it and called it in. Dumbass!
After hanging out at Starbucks for about an hour (like I said, it was slow) we got another domestic disturbance call and a burglary, which both turned out to be nothing.
There were a lot of accidents and downed trees because of the weather. I'm glad no one had anything life or death urgent because we wouldn't have gotten there very quickly!
We did get a call to the strip club on Hwy 99, but of course 3 other units, including the sergeant, made it there before we did. Doug gave the sergeant a hard time because we didn't hear him on the radio all night and then as soon as there's a call to the strip club, he's right there. He said he wanted to save the $10 admission. LOL!
Doug wanted to leave at 2:00 because he was driving to Pendleton for a poker tourney the next day, so naturally as we were heading back to the precinct around 1:30 we got behind a DUI. Here's a hint - if you've been drinking and you're driving, don't pull out right in front of a cop car, speed up and then swerve all over the road. That will land you in jail! Doug was pissed because, even though Mill Creek PD took the guy to jail, he had to stay and do paperwork - neener, neener, neener!
So, that's about it in a nutshell....no tasing, no shootings, no wild pursuits. Not that I didn't have fun, but maybe next time will be "better".
On a completely different subject, I have a plan - it's a plan that involves my favorite baritone (guess who) and Boeing. Puzzled? I thought so! But I'm not giving any more details yet. I'll just say that Phase 1-A of my plan will be initiated shortly. This will be pretty darn cool if I can pull it off. The good thing is that I actually have all the resources to make it happen!
Phew! I managed to type all this while at work at 10:45 at night. I'm sitting here waiting....waiting....waiting....for stuff to be ready to test for the release. I'm tired, I have awful cramps, my entire body aches and I just want to go to bed.
Then Doug had his one-on-one evaluation/meeting with the sergeant and we were on our way.
The night overall was very slow. We went to one domestic disturbance call where a 16 year-old kid was being unruly and tossing things around his dad's apartment. Doug immediatly put the punk in handcuffs and started in on him military style. After the kid was being a tard and talking back, Doug dragged him outside in his socks (he wouldn't put his shoes on). He must have been cold walking through a couple of inches of slush in his socks but the dumbass deserved it. Then James showed up and started at him, too. James also told the dad that he'd been out the apartment once before that day because the kid and his friends stole cigars from the convenience store and came back to the apartment to smoke pot. The neighbors smelled it and called it in. Dumbass!
After hanging out at Starbucks for about an hour (like I said, it was slow) we got another domestic disturbance call and a burglary, which both turned out to be nothing.
There were a lot of accidents and downed trees because of the weather. I'm glad no one had anything life or death urgent because we wouldn't have gotten there very quickly!
We did get a call to the strip club on Hwy 99, but of course 3 other units, including the sergeant, made it there before we did. Doug gave the sergeant a hard time because we didn't hear him on the radio all night and then as soon as there's a call to the strip club, he's right there. He said he wanted to save the $10 admission. LOL!
Doug wanted to leave at 2:00 because he was driving to Pendleton for a poker tourney the next day, so naturally as we were heading back to the precinct around 1:30 we got behind a DUI. Here's a hint - if you've been drinking and you're driving, don't pull out right in front of a cop car, speed up and then swerve all over the road. That will land you in jail! Doug was pissed because, even though Mill Creek PD took the guy to jail, he had to stay and do paperwork - neener, neener, neener!
So, that's about it in a nutshell....no tasing, no shootings, no wild pursuits. Not that I didn't have fun, but maybe next time will be "better".
On a completely different subject, I have a plan - it's a plan that involves my favorite baritone (guess who) and Boeing. Puzzled? I thought so! But I'm not giving any more details yet. I'll just say that Phase 1-A of my plan will be initiated shortly. This will be pretty darn cool if I can pull it off. The good thing is that I actually have all the resources to make it happen!
Phew! I managed to type all this while at work at 10:45 at night. I'm sitting here waiting....waiting....waiting....for stuff to be ready to test for the release. I'm tired, I have awful cramps, my entire body aches and I just want to go to bed.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Un-freakin' believable!
They're actually saying it might snow here on Friday night. This is insane!!!! That's the night I'm doing my ride along. Note to self: might be chasing bad guys outdoors in the snow - WEAR WARM CLOTHES! I wonder if they give the K-9s snow gear? LOL! Ear, tail and paw warmers might be in order for them!
The Canon camera I was planning on buying this month is now going to be released in June! :( I think Canon must use the same marketing firm as Microsoft and Boeing - oops, date slipped, sorry about that! We were talking about doing a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon on our next Vegas trip...guess I won't have the camera by then!
Time for dinner!
The Canon camera I was planning on buying this month is now going to be released in June! :( I think Canon must use the same marketing firm as Microsoft and Boeing - oops, date slipped, sorry about that! We were talking about doing a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon on our next Vegas trip...guess I won't have the camera by then!
Time for dinner!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
This and that and the weekend is over...again!
*sigh*
Well, at least this weekend seemed a little longer than previous ones. The weather was beautiful on Saturday (temps around 76 degrees). It was the warmest day we've had since last October! That was reason enough to clean up the boat and take it out for a spin. I even got sunburned! HOORAY!!! Of course, today it's raining.
I bought tickets for the Ben Heppner recital, which will take place at the opera house (McCaw Hall) on August 14th. I got an email from the opera on Friday, saying that tickets were going on sale Saturday morning on their website. I went on there Friday evening and there was already a BUY TICKETS NOW button, so I clicked on it. Turns out they were already available. I snatched up a couple in row 4. Amazingly, they were only $50/each. Considering I usually pay around $75-$80 for a non-subscription ticket to the opera, that was a very good deal. I am looking forward to seeing Ben again. I just hope he stays healthy for the next few months - no vocal problems, no intestinal infections....we'll have none of that! One of my favorite moments of being a super at the opera was standing a few feet from Ben during the wedding scene in Lohengrin when he belted out his high note as he was confronting Ortrud. The note resonated through my whole body. It gave me chills. I still owe him dinner from the time he took my mom, aunt and I out for dinner in Vienna - wow, was that really 13 years ago???? Looking at the photo from dinner on his website I realize, yes, it really WAS that long ago! Time flies. I'll have to see if he's up for it. He's a judge for the International Wagner Competition a couple of days after his recital, so he'll be in town for a little while.
Meanwhile, the package made it to South Bend. I warned Walt in advance that it was larger than I had intended, but that he could feel free to reassemble the contents in whatever way necessary to make it fit in his luggage. Hopefully he wasn't thinking, "SHIT!" lol! Nah, he's too nice for that.
On the agenda for this week...work...work...work....doctor appt. on Thursday afternoon...and a ride along with my sheriff deputy friend on Friday night. I'm leaving work early that day to go home and nap up, because it's going to be a long night of busting the bad boy scum of Everett....thank goodness for bulletproof vests...pop pop pop!.
Dave is going to Canada for the weekend for a friend's birthday party, so I'll have the house to myself.
Now it's time for cheesecake....white chocolate raspberry....and I'm not sharing!
Well, at least this weekend seemed a little longer than previous ones. The weather was beautiful on Saturday (temps around 76 degrees). It was the warmest day we've had since last October! That was reason enough to clean up the boat and take it out for a spin. I even got sunburned! HOORAY!!! Of course, today it's raining.
I bought tickets for the Ben Heppner recital, which will take place at the opera house (McCaw Hall) on August 14th. I got an email from the opera on Friday, saying that tickets were going on sale Saturday morning on their website. I went on there Friday evening and there was already a BUY TICKETS NOW button, so I clicked on it. Turns out they were already available. I snatched up a couple in row 4. Amazingly, they were only $50/each. Considering I usually pay around $75-$80 for a non-subscription ticket to the opera, that was a very good deal. I am looking forward to seeing Ben again. I just hope he stays healthy for the next few months - no vocal problems, no intestinal infections....we'll have none of that! One of my favorite moments of being a super at the opera was standing a few feet from Ben during the wedding scene in Lohengrin when he belted out his high note as he was confronting Ortrud. The note resonated through my whole body. It gave me chills. I still owe him dinner from the time he took my mom, aunt and I out for dinner in Vienna - wow, was that really 13 years ago???? Looking at the photo from dinner on his website I realize, yes, it really WAS that long ago! Time flies. I'll have to see if he's up for it. He's a judge for the International Wagner Competition a couple of days after his recital, so he'll be in town for a little while.
Meanwhile, the package made it to South Bend. I warned Walt in advance that it was larger than I had intended, but that he could feel free to reassemble the contents in whatever way necessary to make it fit in his luggage. Hopefully he wasn't thinking, "SHIT!" lol! Nah, he's too nice for that.
On the agenda for this week...work...work...work....doctor appt. on Thursday afternoon...and a ride along with my sheriff deputy friend on Friday night. I'm leaving work early that day to go home and nap up, because it's going to be a long night of busting the bad boy scum of Everett....thank goodness for bulletproof vests...pop pop pop!
Dave is going to Canada for the weekend for a friend's birthday party, so I'll have the house to myself.
Now it's time for cheesecake....white chocolate raspberry....and I'm not sharing!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
More Yummy...
My friend, Susan, sent me this photo of her encounter with Nathan after a performance of The Barber of Seville in Chicago. Thanks, Susan! :)
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
YUMMY!
OK I stole this picture from Joyce DiDonato's blog page. Sorry, Joyce, but it was too cute not to pass up! :)
Sunday, March 30, 2008
First Blog
Wow, it's my first post!
What to write, what to write?
Where did the weekend go? It's already Sunday evening...what happened to Saturday? It seems they just go by way too quickly.
I was listening to the Met broadcast of Ernani with Thomas Hampson yesterday. I had it playing on my computer in our office downstairs. During the first intermission there was an interview with Thomas Hampson and, of course, he started waxing philosophical like he always does. Dave apparently was also listening because he turned to me and asked, "What the hell is he talking about?" It made me laugh because I really couldn't follow it, either. He still has his little accent, too...I guess it's a Midwest/Euro/Austrian twang. I kinda like it. One of the massage therapists at the Canyon Ranch Spa in Vegas was trying to guess where I was from and he thought I was a Midwesterner by the way I talked. I think his accent is rubbing off on me!
On another opera singer related note, I went to the golf shop today to buy Nathan Gunn a little gift. His dad offered to deliver it to him in New York next month. It had to be something small that he could hand carry on the plane. So, I bought him a Nike towel to wipe his sweat-drenched face *gulp*, another towel to clean his golf clubs and a super-cute, cushy penguin golf club cover. I'll have to take a picture of it before I send it off because it's so adorable.
He posted in his journal about his good friend passing away and it reminded me of Garth. Although his friend was ill for quite sometime and Garth passed very suddenly, it's still very difficult to deal with, and I know exactly how he feels. Ironically, Garth was the person who first told me about Nathan. Garth had emailed me when he found out that I was going to be in Florencia and asked if I could get him tickets to see the dress rehearsal because he really wanted to see Nathan Gunn. I was thinking Nathan WHO? But the first time I saw Nathan at rehearsals I knew exactly why Garth was so intrigued by him. :)
On that note, I'm off to soak my weary self in the hot tub.
Ciao!
What to write, what to write?
Where did the weekend go? It's already Sunday evening...what happened to Saturday? It seems they just go by way too quickly.
I was listening to the Met broadcast of Ernani with Thomas Hampson yesterday. I had it playing on my computer in our office downstairs. During the first intermission there was an interview with Thomas Hampson and, of course, he started waxing philosophical like he always does. Dave apparently was also listening because he turned to me and asked, "What the hell is he talking about?" It made me laugh because I really couldn't follow it, either. He still has his little accent, too...I guess it's a Midwest/Euro/Austrian twang. I kinda like it. One of the massage therapists at the Canyon Ranch Spa in Vegas was trying to guess where I was from and he thought I was a Midwesterner by the way I talked. I think his accent is rubbing off on me!
On another opera singer related note, I went to the golf shop today to buy Nathan Gunn a little gift. His dad offered to deliver it to him in New York next month. It had to be something small that he could hand carry on the plane. So, I bought him a Nike towel to wipe his sweat-drenched face *gulp*, another towel to clean his golf clubs and a super-cute, cushy penguin golf club cover. I'll have to take a picture of it before I send it off because it's so adorable.
He posted in his journal about his good friend passing away and it reminded me of Garth. Although his friend was ill for quite sometime and Garth passed very suddenly, it's still very difficult to deal with, and I know exactly how he feels. Ironically, Garth was the person who first told me about Nathan. Garth had emailed me when he found out that I was going to be in Florencia and asked if I could get him tickets to see the dress rehearsal because he really wanted to see Nathan Gunn. I was thinking Nathan WHO? But the first time I saw Nathan at rehearsals I knew exactly why Garth was so intrigued by him. :)
On that note, I'm off to soak my weary self in the hot tub.
Ciao!
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