Come On, March 9

What's so exciting about March 9?

That's the date the Hub & I report to Phillies Spring Training!

We started attending Spring Training in 2005. We opted to get married in March just so we could go to Clearwater for part of our honeymoon. We also went to Disney World, but guess which of the two locales we return to annually?

There is nothing in the world quite like Phillies Spring Training. For six weeks starting in late February, Phillies fans descend on the small town of Clearwater, FL and make it their own. As for the games themselves...if I'm being honest, I barely remember most of them. I'm too busy holding court at Bright House Field's Tiki Bar, laughing with my "Florida friends" and partying like I'm half my (advanced) age.

So...come on, March 9!

What in hell are you supposed to do...

...to "look busy"? Boss is in Jamaica for the week (eff him), leaving me here to do nothing but answer nasty customer calls and attempt to otherwise "look busy" in absence. And damn if I know what else to do with my time. I've read my internet fora (the ones I can get through the nanny filter here) almost to completion. I can't Facebook on the job. So, whoever is reading this nonsense (and I'm pretty sure that's no one) is stuck with me, now.

I dunno. Maybe just my lightning-fast typing is good enough...hopefully no one notices that I'm writing in my blog-I-never-wanted-to-begin-with.

Soooo...*taptaptap*

I saw a friend's production of Gypsy Saturday night. Friend actually beat me to the finish line for this role; I've been wrestling with the envy and the self-esteem damage ever since. I've also been wrestling with the knowledge that this was my last shot at Mama Rose. I'm too old to play her, now.

But Friend surely deserved the gig. She was terrific. All I have to do now is get past the other stages of grief and make it to acceptance.