I forgot I HAD this blog!

A brief note here...I am going to blog a bit more often than every two years, for starters...and we'll go from there.

Are we more ourselves online?

Just a quick notation...

So tonight, I meet a guy for the first time IRL, and invariably he says, "you are so different in person than you are online"...

This being because online I am fairly chatty (some have called me verbose), flirty, etc., yet in person I am reserved, quiet, and somewhat shy.

So is the shy person the real me, or is it the overtalkative flirt I am online? Am I more myself when I pester the odd facebook friend for a chat, or is the quiet listener the real me?

What an interesting notion....

So I went on this date...

And it was a strange, strange thing. Not because I was on a date, per se, but the whole thing got increasingly surreal towards the end of the evening, when I finally took my leave.

I had met this guy on facebook...now before you freak out, he was actually a friend of a friend of mine, so not a COMPLETE stranger. And, mostly, we had discussed books, banter, etc. When he announced that he was coming to Vegas with friends and would I meet him for drinks I thought, "Sure. Why not?"

Let me preface this by saying he truly is a nice guy. Actually, he reminds me of an old boyfriend I had in Days of Yore, who was also a producer (did I mention that about this guy?). Very Hollywood, very "let's do lunch". We met, and he's very touchy-feely, which is a little bit tough for me to do, but I managed OK. We ended up having a drink at the Tiki Room, and then went back to the Hotel to meet his friends. Also very nice people.

I admit I was a little startled when, once we were all at this lounge, he dashed off onto the dance floor and engaged the attentions of a busty blonde. Said blonde was seated at our table when I returned from the restroom, which weirded me out just slightly. I mean, wasn't this supposed to be MY date? At this point I admit I was a little burned out on the whole thing and my friend/date escorted me back to my car, kissed me goodbye, and we made plans to meet up tomorrow.

Yep, I'm doing this again. I look at it this way. He's like Vegas; nice place to visit, probably wouldn't want to live there. And there really isn't a malicious bone in his body, he's just a bit...erm...different in his outlook. Like I said, VERY Hollywood. And I'm not even touching on the various substances they were planning to indulge in back at the suite. Since I DON'T "indulge", it would have been very weird for me.

So when all is said and done, I had an okay time, and tomorrow they are all coming to my show. I made a few new friends and I figure that friendship is always a good thing!

Twitter???

I got a twitter account several months ago and I have done...nothing...with it. Since it seems that just about everybody who dares call him (or her)self an entertainer has one, I'm gritting my teeth and taking a more active interest in it.

If nothing else, this may be a simpler way to pester my so far nonexistent followers about my shows and whatnot. I think one advantage so far is that I can let strangers follow me and not worry about them getting at my personal info, like my kids' names, etc.

Twitter still seems to me just an elaborate way to be a blowhard. I mean, really...who wants to know that I stubbed my toe at Frederick's while paying for sticky dress tape (not an actual update lol)? Maybe I will just save twitter to say ridiculous things. :)

So now what?

I've always considered myself a mostly decent writer, a dilettante if you will. Deliberately starting a blog that nobody will read but myself is a bit of a stretch for me, but what the heck.

Getting this blog registered was definitely a challenge. First of all the captcha was unreadable; since I had no way of refreshing the silly thing I hit the little handicapped symbol, hoping it would be read out to me. Well, apparently the reader couldn't figure it out either; or else my computer was hijacked by aliens. It was staticky and there were several voices reading at once and I couldn't figure out a damn syllable. So I typed in what I THOUGHT it said, was wrong, but the second chance I had it was much easier to read.

Then came the time for me to choose my URL. And, to my shock, Ledalasvegas has been taken already!!! Now unless I started a blog a year ago and can't recall, somebody is using my stage name, the bitch. Lol. So my second choice, off the top of my head, was whostolemystagename. If nothing else, it should be relatively easy to remember! Or dismember. :)

So I spent my entire day at my ex-husband's house with my younger two children. My older two are spending the month at my mother's; they have one week to go. Now, let's completely bypass my mother's preference for my twins while pretty much ignoring my younger two (whom she thought should never have been conceived...nice Catholic wouldn't you say?)for a sec. Apparently she told my ex husband that she wanted my twins to live with her FULL TIME. In another state. With her creepy husband. Now I can appreciate her desire for a "do-over"...she royally screwed up with me...but the fact that she even thought this would be an okay thing to suggest makes me cold. Of course, she didn't suggest it to ME. She knows perfectly well that not only would I refuse, I would likely refuse to allow my twins long-term visitations ever again. I mean, WHAT was she thinking?!

Otherwise I had fun with the little ones, Adrian didn't irritate me TOO much, and it was a peaceful day. I would have liked to go out to karaoke this evening, but I'm broke. Too bad, so sad, perhaps one of these days I'll actually find a job that PAYS.

Tomorrow I am also off; I plan to go to the gym to run a few miles in furtherance of my marathon training and then go play with my kids again.

Why don't my children live with me? Well, that is a loooooong story and it isn't finished yet. Perhaps I will touch on it in a future blog. At the moment I'm home, I have no shows to rehearse for and no work for two more days. It should be relaxing...HAH.