Thursday, July 15, 2010

Three thousand, six hundred, and fifty-three days

Sarah-Rose and Craig. Babysize!

It was 6:15pm on the 15th July 2000 and one of my parents called me to dinner, I hung up the phone and almost skipped downstairs, thinking to myself I have a boyfriend ... I have a boyfriend.

It had been a strange conversation. I had received a rushed call from Petra telling me to call this boy who had kissed me two weeks earlier, because he wanted to ask me out. She told me his number and I memorised it instantly (565 1406 I think) and called him with shaking fingers. He didn't ask me out. I danced around the subject, he seemed happy to hear from me but He Didn't Ask Me Out. That is all I can remember, it was probably all I could hear, until finally it came about that he thought we were already going out. That his friend Brent had asked him out for me. Oh teenage romances, they are the stuff a plotline hates.
I made him ask me. It was only right. And then it was dinner time and I had no idea what had begun.

As a reticent older child I didn't tell anyone, of course, and it was two weeks before he asked me to go to his 6th form formal (prom) with him and I knew I needed a dress. And to get the dress I needed money. And to get the money I would have to tell my mother.
I remember standing in front of the heater and telling her I needed a dress, that I was going to a formal, and that it was with a boyfriend type boy.

That photo up there is a from that dance. My hair too formal, too tight, pearl studs in my ears and something akin to trepidation in my eyes. Craig looks like a baby, and the gap in his teeth was still there then. He brought me an Iris and he was so very very tall.

Still is, really.

Did you do the math? 2000 to 2010.
Today Craig and I have been Craig and I for a decade.
I had no idea all those nights ago. No idea at all.

Craig and Sarah

Anniversary Picture 2010

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Post-Show Malaise

Monday: A holiday. More bed, more Criminal Minds

It always happens like this.
I don't take care of myself very well when I'm coming to the end of the show. I can't eat in the evenings of a performance and I run on caffeine, stress, nerves, and adrenaline.
I end up covered in bruises and with exhaustion luggage under my eyes that lasts for a week.

This time I have also ended up with some horrible flu/tonsilitis/malaise illness.
It probably doesn't help that during rehearsals/performances there was always one cast member silently (or not-so-silently) suffering from a cold. I thought my usually robust immune system would ward it off. I never get sick.
But then, the not eating and not sleeping, and the bruises ... I am sick.

Everything sounds underwater and I have a horrible hacking cough.

I should probably be at home in bed but, as these things inevitably go, it coincided with a couple of days of work where I really couldn't be absent. And now? when I could possibly take a day off with little guilt? I'm feeling better. Ish.

Thank goodness for chicken noodle soup.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Week Twenty-Eight

The Week in Photographs

Sunday: Dinosaur Display at my Parents'
At my parents' house for dinner, plastic dinosaurs in an empty vase make an ... interesting centrepiece.

Monday: Secret Shame
Leaving work late and rushing to a dress rehearsal leads to secret shame Burger King for dinner.

Tuesday: Another book on my "To Read" list
Yet another book to add to my "to read" pile. Eesh.

Wednesday: Dashing through the rain
It was pouring with rain. Again.

Thursday: Wendy Brandes Stake Neklace
My Wendy Brandes Stake necklace arrived! It is beautiful.

Friday: Backstage
I was exhausted but every night the show just got better and better. This poster hung in our "backstage" area.

Saturday: Getting makeup and tobacco ready for the last show
Getting things ready for our final show. Makeup and tobacco.


Healed Jitterbug
Almost completely healed.