If you need to crash
Then crash and burn
You're not alone
-Savage Garden

just came home from watching the new show my dad directed. its called Menopause, and the title pretty much says it all. the story revolves around four women, with very different personalities and backgrounds, all going thorough what they call "the change". i realized i was actually the only one in the theatre my age. but the actresses were great and the show was hilarious, even if i could relate all the much. it was great fun! sometime in the middle of the show though, i got these really acute chest pains. it was getting hard to breathe. first thing that came to mind: celine. i wanted to text her, but my phone had run out of battery, so it had to wait. anyway, after the show, we went backstage with dad, and greeted his cast and backstage team.

before going home, we passed through starbucks and bought drinks for the road. one of the most fun parts of seeing shows with my folks is talking and debating about it in the car on the way home. i reclined in the back seat, sipping my vanilla frap, throwing in my comments every now and then.

when we walked in the front door, we found the dog lying down on the carpet. i droppped down beside him, and began stroking his head. my dad was sat down on the couch, and watched us...
dad: you know, you're probably the rowdiest person i know... but also the most gentle.
i honestly didnt know what to say to that, so i just kept stroking kaiser's fur.

sometime after that i went on the computer. i found cel online, and i asked her about the chest pains. as it turns out, it was probably her. but she said she was ok already, so i didnt dwell on it for long. our topic of conversation turned to how many times we'd been mistaken as guys. that was a load of laughs.

to a fellow bleeding heart: you're a reason now. get used to it. its not a game. its not a dream. you're not alone.