2009 In Review

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way.”

I don’t believe there is another quote in the world of literature that could come closer than this to summarizing this past year for me. These immortal words from by opening of A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens, pretty much hit the nail on the head. 2009 was a year that contained my highest highs and my lowest lows. My happiest and my saddest; in many ways 2009 was the best year of my life, it was equally the worst and I am glad that it is almost over.

2009 dawned a very promising year; a great fun year of going and doing. Early on I spent a week in London for a friend’s birthday.

It was the year of musicals and few people like a good Broadway show better than I. This year I saw:

The Adventures of Priscilla (in London)

Wicked (in London)

The Lion King (OKC)

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (OKC)

The Drowsy Chaperone (OKC)

Wicked (Tulsa) – Head and shoulders above the London production

The Producers (OKC) – possibly the best Lyric Theater production I’ve ever seen

Little Shop of Horrors (OKC)

Margaret Cho (OKC)

Sweeny Todd (OKC)

In 2009 something happened that I never believed would happen and for a time, I was the happiest person in the world.

The worst thing of the year was losing a good friend. Not just any friend, but my best friend of 7 years. The best friend I’ve ever had and may ever have. We took a trip to Tulsa this past summer and saw the Oklahoma Aquarium, but the highlight of the trip was going to see Wicked. We then went out of the town and had such a good time; we stayed an extra day, checked out the Philbrook Museum of Art and did it all over again.

There is a duet in the musical Wicked sang by Glinda and Elphaba called “For Good.” I have included a link to Kristen Chenoweth sining it. I would like to dedicate it to my friend.

I don’t know for sure what the future holds, I can only say 2009 did a number on me and I am not the same person that started the year.

Usually I stay home on New Year’s Eve as I consider it amateur night, but maybe not this year. The last day of this year is both a full moon and a blue moon. Perhaps I’ll venture out to say goodbye and good riddance to 2009. Then again, maybe I won’t….

Crazy Product of the Year?

A friend of mine found this product on Amazon.

I can’t help but think this is a disaster in the making and a product liability lawyer’s dream come true

Be sure and read the customer comments and check out all the pictures, espically the last few :)

My favorites are the transcontinental pilots using it during their flights on the “daily grind” and they guy who wants one for his motorcycle so he has a place to sit his blender while making margaritas.

CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #270

I saw this on TV tonight and it made me laugh.....so I thought I would put it here for others to read....

Jillian had a urinary tract infection... again.

That sentence appeared in my head a few days ago, just as you see it above. I have no idea what it means, other than the obvious, and I don't know anyone named Jillian. Regardless, I thought it'd be interesting to begin a vanity card with it and just see where it goes.

Jillian had a urinary tract infection... again. Her doctor liked to abbreviate the condition to UTI. She liked to abbreviate it to TMH - Too Much Humping. Regardless, the road back to vaginal happiness was always the same: cranberry juice and abstinence. Thankfully, her boyfriend, Dudley, was always very understanding. He'd just smile, hold her in his arms and say, "Well, babe, when one door closes, another one opens up." She'd always giggle and blush when he'd say that, but deep down she wished she had the courage to cover his mouth and nose with a chloroform-soaked rag, and then, while he was unconscious, snip off his testicles with the little scissors she uses to groom her schnauzer.

All of which explains why the next sentence popped into my head recently.

Nobody sang Bee Gees songs on karaoke night like Dudley.