tis the season for netflix

joe comes home tomorrow!
only i'm not going to be able to pick him up from the airport due to the fact that i promised i'd work the bar tomorrow night. i'm betting it will be dead again. quitting time is just around the corner...

joe did call me last week to tell me that he was finally back from mojave viper training and that he came back to 29 palms to snow! snow in the desert! i suggested he gather his fellow marines for snow angel and snow man making...or perhaps sledding using some random piece of armor from a tank or something...he felt he would rather he stay warm and finally get some real* food.
*(the only "real" food in 29 palms comes from one of three places: mcdonnalds, dennys, and the new and exciting applebees. so sad.)

he also wanted to tell me that while he was in the field, a complication with our ac/dc tickets arose, but i think we'll be able to avert it. i still think our biggest obstacle will be the weather. i'm trying to tell sam he should fly to chicago so he can drive to cleveland with us for this concert. he's probably pretty tempted.

i went to the ballet with sarah last night. i love the nutcracker. it was so beautiful. i wish our seats were closer to the stage so i could see the detail in all the costumes better. i'm also pretty sure it would be really awesome to tell people that you were a real-life ballerina. if i marry a short dude, thereby giving any daughters i have a fighting chance at being slightly shorter than i, i'll make them take ballet lessons (damitz informed me many companies have height limits for lady ballerinas, how terrible). but with his short height, and my foot arches, i think i may be able to create one hell of a ballerina.

welp, only 23 more hours of work and then i'm off for two weeks.
considering doom metal fest tonight...but keeping an eye on the temperature outside.
dave and caleb, can i borrow some movies to watch with my brother?
oh, and porgy and bess was amazing (circa tuesday evening)