baby food and flowers

I'm psyched to play Mahler 2 this week... it should be slightly more fulfilling than playing "Grand Hotel," a mediocre but high paying production that I'm incredibly glad is over.

Between a matinee and nighttime performance yesterday, I was wandering around Center City, poking my head in and out of stores, thinking about inane things like clothing and shoes. I stopped in Starbucks and had my tall Americano (no, I still don't need room for cream, but thanks for asking). So I'm reading the "events" section of Philly Weekly and it says the usual stuff... meetings of organizations that no one has any interest in... and then it says "Let your dog help find your soulmate." And I laughed.

I also poked my head into a little asian specialty store. Its always fun to look at bags of stuff with writing you can't read and think, "gee, I have NO IDEA what that is."

But besides that, they had flowers. Big bunches of beautiful roses, lilies, baby's breath... And as I stood there looking at them, I felt that familiar pang. I realized that if I was going to get flowers, I was going to have to buy them for myself. And I thought, "Oh hell, why don't I buy myself some flowers?" But then I thought that I would feel silly carrying them around. And if I saw anyone from the theatre, they'd say "Oh, you got flowers!" And I could do one of two things:

1) Lie and say, "Yes, my fictional boyfriend Renaldo brought me flowers!"
2) Tell the truth.

Both have rather severe mental consequences, as far as I'm concerned. So I have no flowers. And, my point: no one to bring me any. I think I'm ushering in a new age of self-sufficiency here, reader(s). At least I hope so...

Oh, and I found out that Stonyfield Farms Yo-Baby Yogurt really is the greatest yogurt to ever grace the earth. It's really good. I'm not kidding. It's far superior to regular yogurt. But (if you're me) you have to get over the fact that you are 25, no one is bringing you flowers, and you're buying baby food. Yeah, good luck with that.