On Wednesday, I spent the day with my grandparents, because their car has AC and my house doesn't. First we went to their doctors (two of them; it was a light day), then we went to two of mine. In between, I found out that Sarah was getting out, but I couldn't get any details. Just what I needed, but whatever. Anyway, back to my docs, first we went to Dr. Mark, so I could figure out a way to breathe again (oh, yay, I'm back on AdVair), then off to Halkias (where most of the time was spent discussing food).
Then Grandma and Grandpa drove me into the city, where we picked up Mom, and then they drove me and Mom to Movin' Out. What an amazing show! It works kind of like a ballet with words: the Playbill gives you a short synopsis, and then the dancing, combined with the words from the the songs, tell you what's going on in the story. There's no dialogue, save for one word (a shouted "YES" near the end) and several upraised middle fingers (all from the same character). It's very cool.
The dancing was spectacular, mostly classic ballet stuff, with a little bit of break dancing and stuff like that thrown in. The music, of course, was great (it's Billy Joel, so duh), and the guy who sings it really does sound like Billy Joel, at least most of the time. Some of the songs were kind of different ("We Didn't Start the Fire" was VERY different, though I can't quite explain how), and some things were changed, mainly dates ("summer of '75" was changed to "summer of '65" in "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant"; they ended "We Didn't Start the Fire" after Kennedy getting shot, etc.), because the show takes place in the 60s, but other than that, everything was very Billy Joel.
Oh, yeah, this was cool: reading the Playbill (which, like at all musicals, shows what songs are played when in the show), I learned something I didn't know before: Billy Joel has a song called "Waltz #1 (Nunley's Carousel)." I know most of you won't get why that's cool, but as someone who used to spend a great deal of time at Nunley's Amusement Park (a tiny, now-defunct place on Long Island, consisting of a carousel, a baby roller coaster, a ferris wheel, a little boat ride, and a ride where cars went around a track; it was old and tiny, but it had style), it was a wonderful it of nostalgia. Also, I realized just how much of a New Yorker I am: there's a line in the song "Pressure" about "Channel 13/Sesame Street/What does it mean" and until last night, I never realized that only New Yorkers would get why "Channel 13" would be relevant to "Sesame Street" (for those of your not in NY, channel 13 is the local PBS station). Also, I have decided that I learn way too much history from Billy Joel music (including, but not limited to, Vietnam knowledge from "Goodnight Saigon" and--of course--general history stuff from "We Didn't Start the Fire").
Anyway, so the show was great. The rest of the night sucked. The show ended, we started to go home to talk to the detective, it turned out we didn't have to, my mom and I got in an argument, she freaked out (not that I didn't also, but to a way lesser degree), she managed to have me sent to Roosevelt via ambulance, Roosevelt felt that not only was I sane, but that I was a LOT saner than my mother (who was screaming into her phone the whole time this was going on), and Roosevelt discharged me after giving me Ativan. This all took place from 11pm Wednesday to 2:30am Thursday.
Then the night perked up. Once they discharged me, Mom and I went to this great little 24-hour cafe near her office, where we had escargot, tapas, and shrimp cocktail, followed by chocolate souffle and chocolate-hazelnut-banana crepes. I also had a Bailey's on the rocks, which probably wasn't the smartest thing I ever did, but the Ativan didn't say NOT to, just that "alcohol may intensify [the meds'] effect." Big deal: everything says that. So I had my drink, and got minorly stoned, but it was fine and all good, and actually more than somewhat enjoyable. But not enjoyable enough to do on a regular basis, even if I DID want to take Ativan that often, which I don't. My grandparents picked me up (at their own insistence, needless to say) and drove us home, where I went to sleep and didn't wake up until a few hours ago.
So, looked on as a whole, Wednesday was a very cool and fun day with a few bad hours thrown in. All in all, a pretty good day.