Last night I had an odd one.

I had tickets to go see the musical, Spring Awakening. For some reason, I took my cat with me. At some point in the show…she runs up to the stage and starts climbing up the curtain into the rafters.

I go to search for her and find another cat. Someone in the show tells me that its her twin. This cat is grey with long hair… definitely not her twin. So, I pick up the twin anyway.

I finally find my cat and bring them both back to my place.

Any ideas what this means?

My girlfriend and I went to see The Third Story last night at the La Jolla Playhouse.

It starred Charles Busch, the cross-dressing and talented writer/actor of such plays as The Tale Of The Allergist’s Wife and Psycho Beach Party. He also wrote this show and stars in it as well.

The show centers around 3 stories. One is a fairy tale about a Russian Princess and a witch, a B-Movie parody about a mob queen and a final story of a mother and son screenwriting team.

All of the actors play several roles (except Scott Parkinson who plays Zygote) and they all do a fine job… but the show STUNK. I mean, I was bored and so was my girlfriend… and she likes most of the things we see.I only laughed out loud 3 or 4 times… and this was supposed to be a comedy?

I realize that it was still in previews and that shows can change by the time it officially opens but this show would have to change drastically if it were to get any better in my opinion.

Now for full disclosure, we did come out of the theater and heard some people saying that the show was really good. Those must have been the insane members of the audience.

Here’s the cast list from Playbill:

The Third Story’s cast includes Busch (Baba Yaga/Queenie Bartlett) of Die, Mommie, Die!; Tony Award nominee Mary Beth Peil (Peg/Dr. Rutenspitz) of the recent Nine and Sunday in the Park With George; Jonathan Walker (Drew/Steve) of Broadway’s Twentieth Century; Jennifer Van Dyck (Constance Hudson) of Broadway’s Hedda Gabler; Scott Parkinson (Zygote) of Broadway’s The Coast of Utopia; and Rebecca Levy (Vasalisa/Verna/Miss Tinsley), a third-year MFA student at UC San Diego who has also performed in Lulu at Harvard University.

We stayed in the SOMA district, right next to Union Square. Took the cable cars everywhere we could, rode our bikes across the Golden Gate Bridge into Sausalito, went to Alcatraz and hung out on the wharf – they have great fresh seafood there! It was a really nice, fun time.

I did notice several things while I was there though.

1) There weren’t a lot of hot chicks. I traveled all over the city… what the hell? Were they away for the weekend? Was I in the wrong part of town? There has to be great looking women walking around – where were they?

2) Fat, young black women are obnixious and think they own the world. Now, I’m not racist in the slightest – my girlfriend is black. Ok, not really. I just wanted some cred. Anyway, we were on the cable cars and 5 huge, huge black girls came on board. The car was full – packed with families and older people – and these bitches start to talk loud, forcing everyone to listen to their conversation. One girl starts to talk about her pussy and how she had to go to the Dr. I swear I’m not making this up. Finally, one brave soul – a hispanic guy with 2 young kids, asked them to settle down cause there were kids listening. The one girl was like, “Huh? You talking to me? What did I say?” The guy said, “You were just saying some dirty things kids shouldnt hear.” She was like, “Oh, you mean talking about my pussy? I’m sorry bout that.” Then they started laughing. Each person on that car wanted to tell these whores to shut the fuck up… But thankfully, these worthless pieces of crap got off at the next stop. Hopefully they will all die soon.

Other than that – San Francisco was great!

I started calling some pet sitters and leaving messages. At some point I found an blurb in this magazine called, Animal Magazine – original name I know. Anyway, I called and the woman answered.

It went like this:

Me: Hi, I’m looking for a pet sitter for my cat this weekend.

Woman: Whats that awful noise? (The noise was the trash truck outside of my apartment building backing up. You know, that beep beep noise?)
Me: Oh, thats the trash truck. Sorry about that.
Woman: I can hardly hear you over that racket.
Me: I’m sorry… anyway, I’m going out of town this weekend and…
Woman: This weekend? That’s too short notice. (I called on Tuesday).
Me:Yeah, I know… sorry. Again.
Woman: (clearly frustrated with me) Where do you live?
Me: Downtown.
Woman: Why would you call me? I only do Little Italy.
Me: Oh, well, I live right next to there. Like the next street over.
Woman: Did you look at my website? I only serve Little Italy.
Me: I didn’t see your website. I’m looking at a post in Animal Magazine. It says here you do downtown and Little Italy.
Woman: It doesnt say that. I only do Little Italy.
Me: I’m looking at it right now… it says Little Italy.
Woman: I can’t do this. It’s too short notice and I only do…
Me: Little Italy, I know.

Then I hang up.

Why would she be so rude to a potential customer? And if she finally decided to bless me with her services, do you think I’d let such a bitch take care of my cat?

Anyway, her website is:   www.whiskersnwings2.com

And if you look at the site, it clearly says serving downtown San Diego.

Now I’m angry again.

I’m wondering if its me?

Whatever it is, it’s a total pain in the ass.. and I just end up being pissed off the rest of the day. I want to say something to these people but then I just look like a dick. I started wondering what I can I do to help stop this trend of people behaving badly.

I figured it out. I’m going to write about them. I’m going to post their names, websites, whatever info I can scrounge up on the person that’s been an a-hole to me.

Get ready… and F you.

I brought her in, they gave her the shot and we left.  About a half hour later, she started to cry… then she started to vomit. After she threw up 3 more times, I brought her back to the vet.

They gave her some fluids and a shot of antihistamine and told me she should be fine.

When we got home, she seemed to be back to normal – I’m attributing that to the fluids. She ate a little bit and drank a ton of water.

Then about an hour later she started to cry again. She started looking for a corner but didnt make it and vomited all over the floor. I ran to her and she went into my closet where she projectiled all over my hand.

It was late by now so I couldnt bring her back to the Vet. I watched her all night and made sure she was doing ok. When I woke up the next day, she seemed better.

I gave her a little bit of soft food and thought we were out of the woods.

Nope.

She again started to throw up so I rushed her back to the Vet.

They put us in our own room and we waited. And waited and waited. We waited for a freakin hour! I dont know who your Vet is… but Banfield – the one’s at all the Pet Smarts – stink with having you wait. I mean an hour wait for a sick cat??

Anyway, when they finally came to us, the Dr. (very nice and apologetic by the way) looked over my cat’s files and told me to NEVER give her another vaccination again. If she reacted to the rabies shot the next reaction could be worse.

They gave her more fluids, medication and some special food and after a couple days she was much better. She is attacking my feet as I write.

Has this ever happened to anyone?

Is this bad that I can’t get her vaccinated again?

I woke up, worked a little more on the scenes, got ready and let my house.

I got there about 15 minutes early, listened to music and about 10:20 I left my car and walked to the front gate.

The security guard came out and asked what I was there for. “I have an audition at 10:30,” I said.

“Those are tomorrow.”

Awesome.

I wish I could say he was buying hemorrhoid medication but no… he just walked right past me.

“No big deal,” I thought, “these things usually last only a couple seconds”.  But this one kept going on and on.

I went and grabbed my cat thinking I’d run my ass downstairs and out the building but then it stopped.

I didn’t think anything else really about it but then my brother called me and asked if I was ok. “How did you know?” I asked. He said it was all over the news.

A 5.8 magnitude!

Freakin weird!