RIP Glenn Frey

Even though this post is late in the day, I just had to say a few words about fellow Michigander, the late Glenn Frey. I was so sad to hear of his passing yesterday. I just did a post about him a few months ago. He really was a talented singer and songwriter and he will be missed. 

Back to the City

I'm back in New York for a quick visit that's mainly vacation and some work. It's cold here! I feel like I'm still in Chicago. When I saw the snow coming down fast and furious in Newark yesterday when my plane landed, I was surprised. Thankfully there's no snow today. It's a nice day to get out and see the city before I go to work tomorrow.

Ten Dollar House

I went to see the play Ten Dollar House last night at the Piccolo Theater in Evanston and it was delightful. The play is about a real gay couple, Bob Neal and Edgar Hellum, who renovated and ran a cottage and sold antiques and served tea during the 1930s. Bob bought a run down cottage in his hometown of Mineral Point, Wisconsin and hired Edgar to help him renovate it and the two soon became a couple although in the 1930s, they were forced to be somewhat covert about their feelings for each other. I thought the play was really sweet as you watched Bob and Edgar fall for each other while trying to deal with financial problems that arose from the purchase and renovation of the house and societal backlash from others in their small community. The actors, Scott Patrick Sawa, and Joe Anderson, who played the couple were great also and had wonderful chemistry. You can see a picture of the real life couple below.

Going to LGBT-themed shows like this is weird now because I feel like I get the side eye from the box office folks or ticket takers when they see my name. Yes, I'm Kim Davis, but not THAT Kim Davis. It really is a shame that my name is associated with that Kentucky bigot. Ugh.

Hopes Dashed!

Take a look at one of the many losing Powerball tickets from last night's drawing. Now I can return to the grind and continue being annoyed with Kentucky Kim and her SOTU technicolor dream coat. (Ugh.) 

Don't Drink the Coffee??

I just read that you should never drink airline coffee because the flight attendants don't really wash the pots out. They just rinse them and keep the coffee flowing. I'm actually okay with this. I drink airline coffee a lot and I've never had a problem with it. No, it's not the best tasting coffee, but I figure the hot water will kill any germs and I usually want something warm when I fly because I'm cold on the plane. One beverage I always bring with me on a flight is a bottle of water. After getting caught one time with no water on a plane that sat on the tarmac for about two hours with no water or anything served, I learned my lesson and now I bring my own.

In totally unrelated news, I really want to experience being in a sensory deprivation tank and I read that they're back (at least in New York). I want to do the tank, but I'm afraid because (A) I'm claustrophobic and (B) I'm afraid of drowning. I realize the amount of water in the tank probably isn't enough to drown you, but I'm still worried. I need to do some more research before I take the plunge. I just want to know what the whole experience is like.

RIP David Bowie

I was surprised to hear this morning that David Bowie died. I didn't even know he'd been ill. What a shame. I saw him in concert years ago at the now defunct Pontiac Silverdome outside of Detroit during the Glass Spider Tour. Unfortunately, I didn't enjoy the show and left early. I wish I had gone to see him during the Serious Moonlight tour. In any case, I'm glad I did have a chance to see him in concert.

The Revenant

Since I didn't win the Powerball jackpot last night, I went to see The Revenant today. The movie was like an extreme episode of Man vs Wild with Leonardo Di Caprio fighting a bear, eating from dead animal carcasses, and struggling to stay alive in the wilderness. As I watched the movie, I kept thinking about the expression "you either get busy living or get busy dying." Leo's character chose to fight for his life when many times he could have thrown in the towel and said, "To hell with this." I think this film may finally be the one that gets Di Caprio an Oscar.

As for the elusive Powerball jackpot, I've already got my ticket for Tuesday's drawing.