On aging

My body is playing dirty. After I finally felt like eating solids again on Wednesday, a new plague showed its ugly face: skin allergies. Never in my short life -relatively speaking, of course. Don't make me go there - had I had any kind of allergies. This was awful; it was all over, and making my life miserable. Thank goodness is winter, and I could wear long-sleeved sweaters, or people would have freaked out by the look of my swollen limbs.

So, I wonder if I am like Job of old, being tried in every single aspect of my life, including what can only be defined as modern-day itchy leprosy. Or, maybe I'm just getting old, and not in a graceful way. Oh, please, let it be the first one!

Gluttony

The dreaded all-you-can-eat holidays are here! And I took advantage of them on Friday night, when I piggied out on turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy. Since divine punishment is always wise, I got up at 3 am yesterday to throw up everything I had eaten, and a whole lot more. I said that was wise, because I had to wake up not shortly afterward to get ready for my temple way-too-early-in-the-morning shift. So I didn't have to go back to bed after leaving some of my internal organs in the toilet, I got to get ready to leave for the day (PLEASE note the sarcasm).

Way to teach me a lesson on gluttony, heaven! I will keep that in mind for the following month and a half.

A Christmas miracle

You remember this post in July, when I was on the verge of suicide due to my failed attempt to perform decently with my ward choir? Well, this month I decided to repent of my neglect, and started holding regular choir practices again. The pianist wisely dissuaded me from singing in unison, and I chose a couple of Christmas songs to begin with. Trust me, I chose the easiest songs from the LDS hymnbook. And now the most unbelievable thing has happened: a lot of people have showed up for practice (the most I've had in those practices, actually), and we're singing all 4 parts...beautifully!! It is a Christmas miracle indeed.

My logical reasoning then leads me to the following conclusion: if you're not doing so well in a particular calling, abandon it for 3 months, and then amazing things will happen.

Waiting for the splash

Thanks to some recommendations from a couple of friends, I decided to go see the Blue Man Group show this week. Because of the trailers I had seen from the show, I guess I had incredibly high expectations. I even got tickets in the fourth row from the stage, which is called the Poncho section. They post on their website that they "strongly suggest that you do not wear clothing that you consider nice or valuable," and they even provide everyone on the section with ponchos.

I must admit that I decided not to wash my hair that day, in preparation for the supposedly "messy" night that was awaiting me. I eagerly put my poncho on the minute I reached my seat and, at some point during the show, where it looked like a multicolor rain was about to reach me, I excitedly uncovered my hair. But alas!, the show was interrupted at that very second by some 'late arrivals', which I strongly suspect were all just part of the show.

I'm still waiting to get wet. I guess I'll have to wait until it rains in Vegas.

Disclaimer: Aside from the fact that it probably won't get messy, the show is still very good, and it provides with a good almost 2 hours of laughing. I did not get paid to write the above review.