I went to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra last night for the first time ever. I spontaneously lost my mind in the outfit selecting process and showed up in a mini-dress, heels, and a Texas Tech sized parking lot and a half to walk through at something like 18 degrees f. So was it worth it? The poor things walked a thin line between brilliant and cheesy. But whenever you through a rock band, an orchestra, and Christmas carols into one lot to play house...you run that risk. Needless to say, the light show and pyrotechnics made it worth it hands down. I even got compliments on my shoes from a stranger (score). But next year, let ditch the cheesy nutcracker and flying eagle graphics and the skanky dancers lacking only poles.

Tonight! The Nutcracker. I'll report on that later. In the meantime, enjoy yourself a little mush.

Well...one demand at least. It's been a little over a year now. I have grown bitchier, more tired, and wiser by many measures. More soon!

*and the anticipation builds!*

The energy upstairs is backwards and upside down. It won't take me long to reestablish that good chi from before. There's a rumbly in my tumbly and it picks up speed with time like the choo-choo carrying applesauce to a toothless demise. I bursting. It's been so long. I shouldn't get my hopes up, if it's anything like the last four or five times I was in town, no one will pick up their phones, and they sure as hell won't return calls. So I'm on my own with my sister for company. Maybe we'll meet someone new. If nothing else there are rooftops begging to be revisited, streets to be pound, and memories to dust off. Reunion? Or a return to ruins? I've heard you've changed. It's a shadow over a sunny day. I won't think about it. Just let it be. What happens will happen and all my wishing won't do a thing to change that.

in closing.
I miss you.


-x-miranda-x-