‘Mein Herr’, sung by Liza Minnelli, has been stuck in my head for the past few days and it’s past the point where it’s annoying. Mainly because I randomly break into song with the elaborate movements and what have you.

Finally back from my holiday, and missing my girls terribly. I spent a wonderful two weeks with them— extended my visit by a week, and it still wasn’t enough.

It was a wonderful two weeks of superb 4-5 star home-cooked meals, booze, late nights, wonderful conversation, brilliant movies, and just amazing company.

Put 4 writers who’ve tapped into a vortex in the same room, add Fuzzy Navels & Cuba Libres, and there’s no telling where things will go conversation-wise. Especially with the simpatico going on— that overwhelming “Yes, yes! I get it! Yes, exactly!” feeling voiced out-loud in numerous occasions.

I will go in detail, photographs included in another post.

I arrived from Canada just yesterday, after yet another exhausting set of flights and time-changes- and screaming, crying brats and lame satellite TV programs.

Still settling in, running errands, entertaining family and the like. I won’t be able to catch a break until school begins next week.

Speaking of school, I got my schedule, and I was very surprised to see I’ll only be taking 3 classes this semester. They’re heavy classes, so it’s not as though I’m slacking off, but it’s an interesting thing shifting my mindset from focusing on the number of classes, to the number of credits.

What I’m hoping is that this sudden availability in hours, will allow me to focus on art on a more or less equal amount as Psych. My sanity revolves around my being allowed to doodle and write.

This morning after church my father asked whether or not I wanted to go back to Laguna after I was done with Psychology. It’s a topic that keeps coming up every so often.

It amuses me to no end, because the rep artists get is that of the eccentric starving genius, living paycheck to paycheck, unable to pay his or her own rent. It took me a while to convince my family that, no, I was not going to end up like that.

Given the shift in economy I did have to re-think my profession, and for the longest time, I thought it was a choice that only affected me. It keeps surprising me how my father warmed up to the idea of having a daughter as an artist to the point where a year after leaving, he’s still wanting to make sure I go back.

Call it fatherly support, call it his stubborn insistence of never quitting, and always

finishing what you start, call it what you will— it’s a nice feeling to know they didn’t feel they were betting on a losing horse when they gave me their support on the wild goose chase that was that year in Laguna.

This week I have to entertain, but I’m itching to draw. I’m itching to doodle anything. I watched some wonderful movies during my holiday— Gypsy, Chicago, Cabaret, among others— which sparked up my muse, so we’re finally back to boudoir and burlesque!

And now I leave you with this sexy, catchy song.

Mein Herr – Liza Minnelli