Mike was my favorite Monkee, too.
I never had any imaginary friends, but there was a time in my young life when I would sometimes pretend that I was talking to Ponch and Jon (from CHiPs). I wound up having a crush on Jon, but wasn’t pretending to talk to him anymore by then. grin
I went to a piano bar with a friend on Saturday night, and sent the pianist on a trip down memory lane when I asked to sing “The Little Blue Man” (an old novelty song first recorded by Betty Johnson). I think I’ll add that one to my repertoire, and will get the sound guy (who is the pianist’s son) to be the “little blue man” for me in future.
There were a lot of singers that night, so I only got to do two other songs: I picked “Night in Tunisia” and “Never Will I Marry.” It was a lot of fun, and it was nice to sing publically for the first time in three weeks. I might go to another piano bar this Friday (same pianist, different location), but lately I’m wishing that my vocal workshop was starting again sooner than 9/23!
Yesterday I didn’t do much in the morning, but in the afternoon I vacuumed 2/3 of the house, went to the grocery store, and took Bailey to the dog park. None of the other regulars were there, and it was kind of hot, but I found a shady spot where there was just enough of a breeze to be pleasant and I talked a little with a couple of the other dog owners. We stayed for about 45 minutes.
Last night I watched two really good documentaries via Netflix streaming: Tales from the Script, wherein several Hollywood screenwriters discuss their experiences, and The Butch Factor (totally SFW), about definitions of masculinity among gay men. Both were compelling and informative/thought-provoking. Good stuff.
This should be a pretty good, if quiet, week for me. My boss is having a birthday/farewell party on Saturday (she’s turning 40, and will be going to Djibouti for a year at the end of next month), but I’m not sure yet if I’ll go to it. We’re not very close, and I kind of dread events with a lot of co-workers where I’ll have to pretend to be glad to be there. Plus the location is kind of a pain in the butt to get to. The good thing is that if I don’t go, there can’t really be any social/political repercussions because she’s leaving.
Right now I’m telling everyone that I’ll be there, but I may back out Saturday morning (I think I feel a cold coming on… cough).