You might not know that I hate to shower.*(It's true. I'm not quite sure on the reason, but I used to blame it on being from Colorado. Then again, I'm pretty sure Coloradans shower...) Megro used to joke that I should break up with people more often to take more showers.**** Clifford (Clifton, Cleburne?) used to make me go out and play frequently in the rain as the equivalent to a shower. I don't remember the other ways I have been persuaded to bath, I only remember that stepping into the watery pit and drowning myself has been a struggle for years. Until now.
About a week back I wanted a beer, I needed a shower, and suddenly saw the most perfect use of the window ledge outside of the shower stall. I had my first shower beer it what seems like years. And now I can't stop. You'll never believe it- but I am showering daily! Ain't nothin like getting bored of shaving your legs and stopping to enjoy the tapped Rockies. Plus, there is always a good excuse for a shower beer:
Hard day? Shake it off with a shower beer...
Awesome day? Celebrate it with a shower beer...
Big date? Calm the nerves with a shower beer...
Night out? Pregame with a shower beer!
Also, I am proud of my shower beers, as I feel like I am going green.
It is a personal goal to finish the beer before the mountains change
from blue back to grey. You're welcome, Mother Earth!
Anywho- I now have auditions at 5 of my 8 top choice schools, and waiting to hear back from the other 3. I'm looking forward to trips to San Fran, NYC, and Houston among others- all while being incredibly clean due to this new found habit of mine (showering).
Now I leave you with this inspirational video, which I have been watching daily instead of posting to this silly blog. I have been growing a bunch of crap in the garden of my mind.
*If you do know it is for one of two reasons: I have told you as much, or you have smelled and surmised.**
**If you have smelled me and not told me I was smelly- stop reading my blog and stop being my friend!!! Friends tell friends when it's time to shower.***
***Okay, seriously though, Rosietoes used to tell me when it was time to shower. After she left the cross was Megro's to bear. (I am only just now realizing as I type this how weird it is for a grown woman to let other grown women be responsible for her own cleansing).
****This stems from a non-breakup breakup in college where I was so upset that I sat on the floor of my shower and cried while listening to the most depressing Ingrid Michaelson song (Keep Breathing) on repeat. Also I was fully clothed. Also it may have been a bit dramatic. Also that's not new news.
