For the past week I have been helping at a rock climbing gym during their summer camps (I love rock climbing.... more to come later on that) and my morning ritual is pretty solid already. My alarm goes off at 7:00 am and I get up and pick out which outfit to wear (I just pick 1 of the 5 shirts I have from the gym and one of a few climbable shorts or capris which don't give me a camel toe or huge wedge when I move) do my hair and makeup..... yes I do my hair and makeup (nothing glamours or crazy just something so I don't look like I was up partying all night or that a raccoon was nesting in my hair overnight) and then I grumble on my way out to the kitchen and prepare some "healthy" breakfast for myself (more on my healthy crap another day) and I plop myself down in front of the TV and turn on lifetime or logo whichever it is that morning and watch....
Will & Grace
Yes.... I watch Will & Grace. When I initially sit down to watch Will & Grace I am excited... grumpy and still half awake but none the less excited. As I slowly sip down the Keurig k-cup goodness (more to come on that later) the show starts getting better and better. Don't get me wrong Will & Grace is a funny show no matter what time it is on and yes it has been dealt the fate of "TV show that will be put on any time of the day" so sometimes I watch it at 2am when I can't sleep as well.
But here is the best part about Will & Grace...
I feel like no matter how unlike me Grace Adler is I feel like I AM HER...... or in some weird way that if I put myself in some other situations in life.... like if I lived in the gayer part of Texas..... um.... I don't really know where that is.... or if I went to Interior Design School.... or moved to New York.... or was a Jew..... I might actually call up someone and sue them for life rights.
Isn't it every girls wish to have a best gay friend? Being a former Theatre Major I had a few gay friends but never the gay BEST friend..... I clearly missed out on my opportunity because now not only am I a teacher but I am a teacher in TEXAS..... FML. There is no hope for me to go shopping with my gay best friend now, or go clubbing, or play dress up, or do anything else you do with a gay best friend.
Thought: why does a man being gay affect how women who are friends with them not care at all when gay men touch them?
I distinctly remember a situation in college where I was walking around in my yoga pants.... and thinking back to it now.... not a good choice... but I was walking around and one of the many gay men around said:
"One of your butt cheeks is bigger than the other."
My response: "Your kidding right."
I was in college, clearly I wasn't working out. My working out was driving to Taco Bueno and scarfing all the food down before I got back to my apartment and let my 3 roommates see a sad girl in yoga pants that are too tight eating her own weight in over processed cheese/meat and questionable vegetables. BUT none the less, after people staring at it and everyone agreeing I seem to remember a hand being put right onto my butt to see if someone could feel the difference. And I was OK with it.
I MISS THAT. Where is my gay friend to cup my butt and tell me that my right is bigger than my left!?
And that's why Will & Grace is another reason to love life.... I was at one point a very watered down version of Grace Adler.
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