What a week. About a million things running through my head tonight, as I sit with some wine and relax…

I can’t drink Starbucks Mochas anymore. They’re just too rich. This is a change, because I used to be addicted to them. Over the last year or so, I’ve tried to switch my coffee habit to black coffee with sugar, and that’s it. It’s worked. Every once in a while I’ll have a Vanilla Latte, or something, but that’s it. The other night, I ordered a vanilla latte, and the barista accidentally made me a vanilla mocha. I was in a hurry, so said “That’s okay, I’ll take it, no prob!” and left, but got about 1/2 way thru and had to pitch it.

And…on the subject of coffee…I’ve lately gotten BACK into the habit of drinking caffeinated coffee several times a week. I need to get out of this habit quick!

This is an odd little thing…for you Star Trek fans, anyway!

Previews for Art are going really well at Williamston Theatre. We have some work to do on a handful of moments, we’ll polish those up this week. It’s been nice getting good, useful feedback from the previews for this production! Very helpful! Looking forward to getting this one open on Friday…and then in a still-questionable scheduling decision, I will have exactly 11 days before I start rehearsals for the next show! (Maybe this ISN’T the right time to go off caffeine again…)

I have an eclectic taste in music. I’ll surf the radio dial and stop at classical, hip-hop, country, blues, rap, whatever catches my attention. Because of this, I’ve recently found myself falling under the spell of the song Stealing Cinderella, by Chuck Wicks. Like many country songs, it’s DESIGNED to tug at your heart strings…and I’ve succumbed. It’s about a young man asking a father for his daughter’s hand in marriage, and…well, you know how I am about kids and family stuff. As a dad with a young daughter, this song absolutely slays me – I’m not afraid to admit that I become a blubbering dork every time I hear it! Yes, yes, laugh if you will – I can take it! 🙂

Tonight, my son very nearly beat my butt in Crimson Skies – what the HECK?! When did that become a possibility? *laughing* At no point should my son be able to blow my plane out of the sky, darn it!!