Things from the weekend:

[fancycwabs]

Saturday afternoon, I changed lanes quickly in front of a old Dodge SUV full of crips (if the blue head scarves meant anything), who proceeded to honk at me incessantly at a traffic light, wave their pistols around menacingly, and pretend to get out of the car to come and shoot me--then after the light changed, they tried to run me off the road. I took down their license number, but I think Mrs. Cwabs deleted it from my cell phone yesterday.

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The little cwab's boyfriend broke up with her on Saturday. She's distraught, because he was such a complete and utter prick, and therefore she loved him like no other sixteen-year-old has ever loved and her chances for future happiness are OVER forever. Also, it's apparently our fault.

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Saturday and Sunday were auditions and callbacks for Room Service at Theatre Memphis. I believe I stand a pretty good chance of playing Sasha, the Russian waiter/actor. He has but a few scenes, but they have the potential to be hilarious, as does the rest of the show. Keep everything crossed!

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Mrs. Cwabs is in Los Aahngeles for a week of training on Unigraphics something something. She's mostly unfamiliar with the area, but wants to play tourist at some point this week. Any ideas on what she ought to visit, beyond the main stuff?

This, naturally, leaves me as bachelor father to upset girl whose ex-boyfriend will unDOUBTedly come over at some point this week to try to take advantage of her emotional instability, while I'm away at rehearsal. Maybe I should just get the restraining order now. Anyone have any idea what sort of rigamarole that would involve?

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Lemme just say . . .

[resk.livejournal.com]

When I had my first psychotic episode 2 and 1/2 years ago, I kept calling the object of my affection on both her house and dell phones. She promptly put out a restraining order against me. Her housemate followed suit, in what I can only guess was solidarity (or to stop me from calling her house, perhaps).

So I had 2 restraining orders against me for a year. I didn't violate either of them, so I was fine.

I even got thrown out of a bar within that year and was asked by a female officer if I was aware of the restraining orders still pending against me.

"Yes," I said, "That's why I haven't called them."

Anyway. It was fine. It's over. And it's supposably off my record since I didn't violate it.

That's my experience, for what it's worth.