Allow me to start this kvetch by saying that I just deleted the first version of this entry, completely by mistake, and now I’m even more annoyed.
The woman sitting across from me is driving me insane today, and it might be due to a lack of sleep (went to bed too late/loud pinging noises from the radiator in our room kept waking me up), but I’ve figured out why.
It’s not because she’s not nice, because basically, she is (despite previous/current(?) backstabbing, which I am choosing to ignore).
It’s because she can’t have a normal conversation with anyone. Not due to what she’s saying, which is invariably banal, but how she says it. Every third sentence out her mouth is an over-exaggerated reaction, three emotions too big. It’s overly loud and totally fake and I don’t understand why people like it. Sometimes she doesn’t even respond with words - she makes some huge “Ehhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaah?!?!?!??!” noise at her manager. It makes me CRAZY. Sometimes she’s quiet about it, but not today, and I’m not in the mood to deal with it.
Last night was a beautiful and touching Moth, featuring what has been regaled as the Best Moth Story Ever - Anthony Griffith spoke about how at the same time as he was being called back to perform stand up for Johnny Carson on the Tonight Show, his two year old daughter relapsed and died from cancer. It was sad and powerful, and very brave of him to be able to tell it. Also featured: Edgar Oliver telling a story about how his mother kept him and his sister a little too close to her when they were younger (the mom sounded, shall we say, rather intense), and how they plotted to fly away from France to get away from her; Linda Ellerby talking about how she got into television - she got fired from her first journalism job by typing a letter on a computer linked to an early version of the internet - the letter somehow ended up with every newspaper in the country, and contained some rather personal comments about her job and her boss; James Braly with a story about his sister getting married while in a hospice; and Pamela Yates, telling about how she almost got killed while shooting her first documentary, but how the experience led her into really finding the meat of the film. There was also a send-off for Katy Cox, the Moth musician/timekeeper, who is moving to Austin. She and Jefe will be hanging out in the near future, no doubt.
Hooray PSB for a fantastic show!!!!!!!!
PSB stayed out with the Mothies for a while, but I was tired and wanted to go home before it got too late (I don’t know what time she came in, but I know it was LATE). I ran home, played some more 8/16 Razz for a half hour before bed, and made another $150. Sweet! I might be running a little hot, but this is really hiking up my bankroll! I guess also a sign that I’m playing above my head? I’m just not afraid of the game though - I’ve even gotten to the point where against the right opponent, I’ll call with a big door card, just to catch them stealing if the right card comes on fourth street. We’ll see what happens tonight.