Who's the Volleyball King?

Ahh...volleyball. I went to watch Jason play (not to mention keep him company since he doesn't know any of the people on the team). Strange how he made such an impression on my friends that they asked him to play...can you say charismatic?

I get to the courts where they are playing the game. Jason is there...looking very cute I might say, and low and behold, I get recruited as they don't have enough players. So there I am in jeans and a t-shirt playing volley ball. This is the second time in my life that I have ever played volleyball. I know I suck at the game. I also didn't want Jason to see the competitive sports side of me yet (I can be a bit over competitive at times), but I figured...why not...it'll be fun to play at least.

Most of the team players are not out to win, but one guy was really critical of Jason and me. I sat back and wondered who would be the first to tell him off. Jason won and said, "Sugar...I don't need you to tell me how to play every play, and if you continue, you are going to have to kiss my ass" I think I like him even more now. He did apologize for being a bit catty, but the point was made.

So who's your volleyball daddy? Me...that's who! Took me five games to figure out how to play but the last game, I ROCKED! I served on the final point and scored the win for the game. Oh mommy, oh daddy, I am a big old baddie!

Post game, Jason was going to see Angels in America at his classmates house. He knows that this play means a lot to me, so he asked the host if I could come to watch it, and unfortunately...they said no. Strictly classmates only, and so therefore, I don't get to see it. That he asked if I could go, meant a lot to me. Angels in America (parts 1 and 2) was the biggest challenge I had ever taken on as an actor. I still don't know what Joe (the director) saw in me, and I never actually expected to get cast, but it was the best 18 months of my life. Touring the country and performing that show, seeing how audiences react to the show. I learned more about my own life and abilities, and it's the only show my grandmother has ever seen me perform in.

So I am putting up the Christmas tree today. Why is it that the tree is so much work. It almost isn't enjoyable. I think I'd enjoy this much more if I had someone helping me with this. I went to Michaels craft store looking for a wreath for the door. $80 bucks. ARE YOU FREAKING INSANE?!?!?!?!? So I bought a plain wreath, a bow, and a bunch a foo foo crap and put it all together and have a fairly decent wreath. Total cost...$28. We'll call it my homo genes kicking in.

Jason is going to Cincinnati tomorrow morning and wont be back until Thursday. Sigh...this is good. It slows things down a bit, and levels out this rollercoaster ride. He asked that I email him over the next couple of days, and he said he'll call me.

I shall see... I will say...he is an EXCELLENT KISSER! :-)