Why? Why Not? And Old Clothes.

Today was a massive day for Spring almost Summer cleaning.  I don't know what got into me but I was up at the crack of dawn weeding through clothes, shoes, files and getting rid of the old.  How liberating!  I really need to do this more often.  Making room for the new.   I think the happier I get the more I do stuff like this.  It's like my smile brings me energy.  This new beginning thing is right up my alley and I am embracing it, hook, line and sinker.

I went out to the Grove yesterday on Memorial Day and boy that was very smart, everyone and their mother was out.  I don't like crowds.  I prefer the Grove on Wednesday at 2 in the afternoon when hardly anybody is there.  It's like my own playground then.  Yesterday it was more like a battlefield.  I had to wait in line and I NEVER wait in line.  Probably stems from my days of sneaking into clubs when I was underage, no matter how hot the joint was, I never waited, to this day I don't know how I pulled it off.  I guess it was a cross between willing it to happen and being a spoiled brat, not a brat in the bad sense, (I always worked and said please and thank you)  but more like I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it.  Well this schlep to the Grove involved going to see The Hangover.  I have to say I was slightly mortified.  Talk about pushing the envelope, if this is the biggest opening for a comedy film ever then we have a lot a pre-pubescent teens that might need some therapy to sort out the freak show on display in this film.  Now I have lived in NYC and Los Angeles and I have befriended friends from all walks of life, I have seen a lot and even I wasn't ready for that type of raunchy humor.  What ever happened to leaving something to the imagination?  Did all of that next level alternative stuff have to be so in our face?  I err slightly on the prudish side but I have had my fair share of wild nights usually the PG 13 kind of wild but this film went too far.  Bridesmaids was much more funny and smart, it didn't need all the potty humor to get a laugh.  The Hangover came off like it was trying way to hard to be hungover.  Once upon a time, I knew the director and he was nice enough, super smart, cute and kept me giggling throughout our dates together.  This was before the superfame.  Did the money make him soft?  Make him lazy?  I remember him being funny (and a great kisser).  I wonder what happened?  And I wonder if I see him again, if I'll have the guts to ask him?  I think he needs to be asked.  Why the full frontal with the tranny?  Some people just aren't ready for that.  Ok, ok... enough of my soapbox.  Who am I to judge?

Tomorrow marks my first day of freedom.  No more Tar Pit.  It's the end of a beautiful chapter, one that helped me put the pieces of my life back together.  I wore lots of pretty dresses, met a lot of cool people, picked up a few friends along the way, learned about spirits and food and music.  I learned how to be a boss, the good cop, cool but firm. I hired my first employee and fired my first employee.  I pushed myself beyond what I thought I was capable of and learned to be right more often than wrong.  I chose the right people to look up to and the right relationships to nurture.  Right is so much more fun than wrong.  Right is stable and consistent.  Wrong can tend to be exciting but it's so 2006, I find it very boring now.  The minute I sniff wrong, I'm out.  I never knew I could be like that but I guess I learned it from being wrong.  I was wrong on many occasions that now it's like an old shoe that causes a blister on the back of my foot.  That shoe is tossed immediately.  I'd rather walk barefoot until I find the right fit.  It's like being in limbo.  I like the limbo, you need to be somewhat flexible to be good at it.  Time to stretch and reach and bend.  I may pull a muscle here and there but I can always get a massage.