My Dec. 5 performance

I have learned that my troupe will be opening Za-Beth's holiday hafli and then closing the first part of the afternoon. Thus, if you were planning to come see me, you should arrive not much after 2. Again, location is the Arlington Elks Lodge, 56 Pond Lane, Arlington (mapquest is accurate).

ain't i cute

Your weasel is the Marbled Polecat. Never heard of
them? Well, they're beautiful, live in northern
Asia and are very rare. Did we mention the good
looks?
Good news: A rather attractive and unique looking
mustelid. All the bluster of the big boys but
much finer outfitting.
Bad news: Well, no one has heard of you for a
REASON. You're endangered, buddy, like a lot of
other weasels. You just don't get the press
those darn prarie ferrets get.


Which weasel are you?
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M just called to let me know that a package from L. Rose arrived--whew, that means I have a costume for Sunday!  I always promise myself I won't cut things close like this.  And then I do it again...  This one is a very funky leopard print deal, hopefully I won't fall over laughing when I see myself in the mirror.

I'm going to be doing some sword in the big group number in Amira Jamal's recital.  I don't know why people look at me and assume I do sword... *whistles innocently*  It should be fun though.  The piece alternates between solos and group choreography in a very well put-together way.

Does anybody know anything about a club called Hollywood, located in or near downtown Boston?  I know it is a lesbian club at least some nights of the week, including the one that my troupe might be dancing at.  But that's all I know about it.  I tend to view clubs located downtown as sketchy by default, so I thought I would ask.

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Pan is not eating very willingly these last few days.  He's still pretty alert when he's awake though, and plays in a very low-key kind of way (rustling in a plastic bag, that kind of thing).  And he does still enjoy his treats, which, luckily, from his perspective include his medicine.  So we keep on making him eat.  I was once pretty firmly of the opinion that if you had to forcefeed an animal to keep it alive then you were doing the wrong thing, but the experience is not proving to be so clearcut in reality.  There probably won't be many super late nights for me in the foreseeable future, since we have to feed him at least every 8 hours and the last feeding tends to be around midnight or so.

I hope he can pass quietly at home.  I don't want to have to make that decision again, though I'll do it if I have to.  I hope the lymphoma spreads to his chest before his intestines, because it seems to me that it would be less painful that way.  But then what do I know.

I'll stop now before I get more morbid or cry at work or something.