I'm doing this, because I'm crazy.
1. What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before?
I managed to eat a few dinners with one or two semi-famous people
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I kept some. I worked out a lot more, but I'm still not writing anything down in a calendar. I guess you keep the stuff you need. I have made more, including increasing my focus on my health and fitness, ignoring anyone with a Y chromosome, and general sacrifice.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
my cousins are always popping! Booyah!
4. Did anyone close to you die?
The director of the last show I did before I moved. I've been listening to a mix she made for me kind of a lot lately, without realizing it.
5. What countries did you visit?
um. meow. Rhode Island?
6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?
Health insurance and an agent.- ha! Still. add to that a demo reel and a defined waist.
Ok, fine. A decent kiss.
7. What dates from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
January 9th-April 3rd. Ahh, the salad days. (Salad means walking around in a depressed fog while crying, right?) August 5th, night of my birthday party. That day in september when the clouds lifted.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Surviving. Having four shows running simultaneously.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Same as last year. Staying at a mediocre job.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
I had a cyst burst, that sucked hard. Still paying for that one.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
My bangs.
12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
My friends! All of you! Especially Meds and Tracey, for getting me through getting dumped. A boy who said the most amazing things to me when I needed it.
13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
Todd's.
14. Where did most of your money go?
rehearsals.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
nesting, writing, getting in shape. The shows I did.
16. What song will always remind you of 2005?
The Postal Service "Such Great Heights"
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? sadder (but wiser)
b) thinner or fatter? the sameish (but more toned)
c) richer or poorer? POORER (but with less money)
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
more new yorky stuff, seeing my family
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
worrying about getting asked out, showing bitterness
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
Spent sexmas eve making snacks for the party, opening presents, playing tiger woods 2006, spent sexmas day hanging out with my parents and aunt and cousin. Watched 8 episodes of Scrubs. Drank heavily.
21. How will you be spending New Years?
A stand-up I know is having a house party in Queens. Ought to be nice, and i can walk there!
22. Did you fall in love in 2005?
my heart's taking a little break.
23. How many one-night stands?
um, like 17. (ish.) (kidding.)
24. What was your favorite TV program?
Law and Order SVU, The Office (US)
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Yep.
26. What was the best book you read?
The Red Tent. Dear Dumb Diary: Let's Pretend This never Happened
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
The Postal Service, Architecture in Helsinki
28. What did you want and get?
good things for my friends. (one fell in love, one got a better job, another got a pilot, one got preggers, stuff like that.)
29. What did you want and not get?
A digital m***erf***ing camera
30. What was your favorite film of this year?
I don't think I saw any really great movies this year. I'm sure I'm making some glaring omission. I'll get back to you.
31. What did you do on your birthday?
Had a hugehugehuge party at Central with my brother the night before, then went out for a quiet dinner/desert/psychic reading on the day.
32.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
To have had more money and more hours in the day. A longer run of my sketch show. (With better sketches.) (oh snap!)
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?
Jackets! Scarf indoors! Old beatass shoes! (same as always)
34. What kept you sane?
talking to my friends, the internet, nerdy messageboards, living with adam and amy
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Ryan Reynolds
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Is intelligent design a political issue or a social issue?
37. Who did you miss?
Everybody.
38. Who was the best new person you met?
A lot of new people. I got closer to people I already knew, like this girl Rachel and this other girl Ashley and some other people.
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:
Say yes to where you are.
Pain is like one of those Russian Dolls.
Friendship is the perfect blendship.
High road, self-respect, grace, he's just not that into me, "what would audrey hepburn do?" All that.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
"But I can see it Davey
The tunnel from the other end
When we get through it we'll be waving to you
We'll walk in the sun again."
(Haha, you all thought I was going to go all Jagged little Pill on you didn'tcha? Meow.)
Personal highlights of 2005:going to North Carolina with the Chickens (tree puns! The top O'! the Lewis Black Dancers!)
Rhode Island with oddbody
My sister's wedding
Every time I went home, both the visiting and the driving
seeing tj and dave
hanging out with alex and jess until they were tired of me
doing a sketch show
the moment when I caught sight of my own ass in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised
every show, even the shitty ones.
30 December 2005
29 December 2005
HOL
I've been without a house phone for over a year, so while I was at home my parents' telephone ring suddenly became quite possibly the worst, most peircingly terrifying sound I have ever heard. It was as if an ambulance drove into the house and onto my chest. Dang. I'm trying to take a nap up in here. It doesn't help that the walls of the house are made of rice paper and held together by the paint.
Adam and Amy went to Ikea Tuesday night while we still had the van and spent almost 500 bux, which meant in my apartment there has been some banging, some rearranging and quite the cedar scent. Ikea has cute names for things. Our new coffee table is called "hol" and the thing they put up in the office is a "rast". I've never set foot inside of one. They picked me up a new bookshelf. I'll never get around to putting it up. My room is too small to have any floor or wallspace dedicated to "books", so I might use it for sweaters or makeup. What?
You may notice I've been reading the same book for like, two months. My bad. It's good, but not "can't put it down" good. The last "can't put it down" book I read was probably The Red Tent, and that was in, I think, the spring? Hm. I know. Lately my subway time has leaned more towards staring into space than doing anything constructive. There's music to listen to and minor social awkwardness to obsess over. I'm busy.
I've been without a house phone for over a year, so while I was at home my parents' telephone ring suddenly became quite possibly the worst, most peircingly terrifying sound I have ever heard. It was as if an ambulance drove into the house and onto my chest. Dang. I'm trying to take a nap up in here. It doesn't help that the walls of the house are made of rice paper and held together by the paint.
Adam and Amy went to Ikea Tuesday night while we still had the van and spent almost 500 bux, which meant in my apartment there has been some banging, some rearranging and quite the cedar scent. Ikea has cute names for things. Our new coffee table is called "hol" and the thing they put up in the office is a "rast". I've never set foot inside of one. They picked me up a new bookshelf. I'll never get around to putting it up. My room is too small to have any floor or wallspace dedicated to "books", so I might use it for sweaters or makeup. What?
You may notice I've been reading the same book for like, two months. My bad. It's good, but not "can't put it down" good. The last "can't put it down" book I read was probably The Red Tent, and that was in, I think, the spring? Hm. I know. Lately my subway time has leaned more towards staring into space than doing anything constructive. There's music to listen to and minor social awkwardness to obsess over. I'm busy.
26 December 2005
stuff and things
Christmas was fun. There was way too much food and plenty to drink. My brother made some christmas magic for little Quinny. (Sucks that nobody in the family has a digital camera. I will have to remedy that soon.) He wrapped one gift in brown crinkly paper, tied it up with twine and put it on my parents front porch and wrote on it "To: Quinn, From: Santa" in caligraphy. I think we fooled him. The cutest part was his reaction to it, the second cutest part had to be the nine adults with our faces pressed against the window trying to see his reaction, and then scattering when he came to the door. Christmas is for the "kids". Mm-hm.
My niece was handing out gifts and she picked up one box, held it up and said, "Deal or no deal?" Adorable.
I got workout clothes and coffee. Very "me" gifts.
My sister and I saw Fun with Dick and Jane last night. Meh. It was cute enough. I just came back from a late brunch with some of the family. I'm going to see the Chronicwhatcles of Narnia with my mom and brother in a little while. I go back tomorrow. This has been the longest vacation I've taken in a long, long time. One full dam ass week. This is great. I wish it would never end.
Christmas was fun. There was way too much food and plenty to drink. My brother made some christmas magic for little Quinny. (Sucks that nobody in the family has a digital camera. I will have to remedy that soon.) He wrapped one gift in brown crinkly paper, tied it up with twine and put it on my parents front porch and wrote on it "To: Quinn, From: Santa" in caligraphy. I think we fooled him. The cutest part was his reaction to it, the second cutest part had to be the nine adults with our faces pressed against the window trying to see his reaction, and then scattering when he came to the door. Christmas is for the "kids". Mm-hm.
My niece was handing out gifts and she picked up one box, held it up and said, "Deal or no deal?" Adorable.
I got workout clothes and coffee. Very "me" gifts.
My sister and I saw Fun with Dick and Jane last night. Meh. It was cute enough. I just came back from a late brunch with some of the family. I'm going to see the Chronicwhatcles of Narnia with my mom and brother in a little while. I go back tomorrow. This has been the longest vacation I've taken in a long, long time. One full dam ass week. This is great. I wish it would never end.
23 December 2005
lazin around
I got up this morning at 6:30 to get some water and just stayed up. My mom and my nephew got up about 7 and i snuggled with him on the couch and watched ET.. He was supposed to go to school today,(I know, right?)but his dad came over to get him ready to go, and after about an hour of struggle he just let him stay here with us. He asked me, "what are you doing?" and I said, "lazin' around." and he said, "I want to laze around wif you."
Yay. Again.
I got up this morning at 6:30 to get some water and just stayed up. My mom and my nephew got up about 7 and i snuggled with him on the couch and watched ET.. He was supposed to go to school today,(I know, right?)but his dad came over to get him ready to go, and after about an hour of struggle he just let him stay here with us. He asked me, "what are you doing?" and I said, "lazin' around." and he said, "I want to laze around wif you."
Yay. Again.
19 December 2005
I haven't written anything because I haven't had any "thoughts" lately.
Oh, I could bitch, but it's boring grown-up stuff, like health insurance. Stuff that infuriates me *and* puts me to sleep.
Read this. It is good.
Oh, I could bitch, but it's boring grown-up stuff, like health insurance. Stuff that infuriates me *and* puts me to sleep.
Read this. It is good.
16 December 2005
On the street where you live
I have always considered myself a romantic in some weird way. The quirky romantic, not the flowery fancy dinner kind (though I love me a nice restaurant. I'm a leo! Spare not the charge card fellas! Honk!) Being on the train for as long as I am, I tend to get a little in my head. I sometimes look across the train at a thirtysomething overgrown raggamuffin, contemplative, perfectly disheveled, listening to his iPod and reading a worn copy of some Vonnegut novel and I often feel like, "Man, we've been sitting here for an hour. Casually glancing at each other over our books. We're almost to Ditmars! We've been together since City Hall. God. I really feel like we've been through something together." And I have already imagined what his apartment would look like, what he would think of me on stage, and how my parents would react if I brought him home. Oh god! He has a dog! Our home in Connecticut has the most darling kitchen. Then I imagine what it would be like if he stayed on past his stop (I assume he lives on 30th or Broadway, because he's just so like that) just to get once last look at me and then decided "fuck it" and got off the train at my stop and followed me coyly on my errands to the health food store and the fruit market (in my fantasies I buy health food and fresh fruit.) and we notice one another and do a coy little dance of hide and seek until something romantic happens! And also it is raining(rain=romantic!) It is usually around this part, the "end", that I realize everything that seems romantic in my head would, in practice, totally and utterly creep me out and scare me for days. I don't care how cute he is, if he follows me to even one store, I'm calling the police. Movies are wrong.
I have always considered myself a romantic in some weird way. The quirky romantic, not the flowery fancy dinner kind (though I love me a nice restaurant. I'm a leo! Spare not the charge card fellas! Honk!) Being on the train for as long as I am, I tend to get a little in my head. I sometimes look across the train at a thirtysomething overgrown raggamuffin, contemplative, perfectly disheveled, listening to his iPod and reading a worn copy of some Vonnegut novel and I often feel like, "Man, we've been sitting here for an hour. Casually glancing at each other over our books. We're almost to Ditmars! We've been together since City Hall. God. I really feel like we've been through something together." And I have already imagined what his apartment would look like, what he would think of me on stage, and how my parents would react if I brought him home. Oh god! He has a dog! Our home in Connecticut has the most darling kitchen. Then I imagine what it would be like if he stayed on past his stop (I assume he lives on 30th or Broadway, because he's just so like that) just to get once last look at me and then decided "fuck it" and got off the train at my stop and followed me coyly on my errands to the health food store and the fruit market (in my fantasies I buy health food and fresh fruit.) and we notice one another and do a coy little dance of hide and seek until something romantic happens! And also it is raining(rain=romantic!) It is usually around this part, the "end", that I realize everything that seems romantic in my head would, in practice, totally and utterly creep me out and scare me for days. I don't care how cute he is, if he follows me to even one store, I'm calling the police. Movies are wrong.
13 December 2005
humble bee
That last post reads so awfully. I went to college. I really did. I finished and everything.
I'm having a really humbling day. Like, being worried about something and then having it confirmed. Humbling as in opening your email and seeing "Hey, sarah! What's up? Here's a huge insult! Won't that be awesome? Let me know!"
I mean, people don't know what's going to be a sensitive issue and all that but, blargh.
It's my own fault. I punch no one but myself.
That last post reads so awfully. I went to college. I really did. I finished and everything.
I'm having a really humbling day. Like, being worried about something and then having it confirmed. Humbling as in opening your email and seeing "Hey, sarah! What's up? Here's a huge insult! Won't that be awesome? Let me know!"
I mean, people don't know what's going to be a sensitive issue and all that but, blargh.
It's my own fault. I punch no one but myself.
12 December 2005
Games! people! play!
I went to a cookie swap on Saturday. I brought cheese and pepperoni, instead of cookies, because I wanted the protein. Then I ate a thousand cookies. Then I was shocked awake in the middle of the night with the cold sweats and guilt.
Games are more or less fun depending on who you play with. At the cookie swap I played apples to apples with a pack of funny people. To give you an idea: I played an "AIDS" card, and won the round. Fun.
Sunday I went to a dude's house for a game night. I went with the full intention of drinking water and playing a game, all innocent-like. I went home with half a forty in me and a contact high. Yipe. That was fun, though I won't be doing it again. I'm actually realizing I'm not as shy as I think I am. I can go to parties knowing hardly anyone and have a good time. Crazy discovery, that.
Even though I am not feeling well at all (see above), I am thinking I kind of have to go to the gym today. Because I watch the Gilmore Girls, and in the last episode Suki went on her first date with Jackson. I know how it all turns out, but I want to know what happens next*. Her whole nervousness and fear and "he's just being polite" kind of hit home. I've actually said that. Recently.
*edit: I love you televisionwithoutpity.com, I love you.
I went to a cookie swap on Saturday. I brought cheese and pepperoni, instead of cookies, because I wanted the protein. Then I ate a thousand cookies. Then I was shocked awake in the middle of the night with the cold sweats and guilt.
Games are more or less fun depending on who you play with. At the cookie swap I played apples to apples with a pack of funny people. To give you an idea: I played an "AIDS" card, and won the round. Fun.
Sunday I went to a dude's house for a game night. I went with the full intention of drinking water and playing a game, all innocent-like. I went home with half a forty in me and a contact high. Yipe. That was fun, though I won't be doing it again. I'm actually realizing I'm not as shy as I think I am. I can go to parties knowing hardly anyone and have a good time. Crazy discovery, that.
Even though I am not feeling well at all (see above), I am thinking I kind of have to go to the gym today. Because I watch the Gilmore Girls, and in the last episode Suki went on her first date with Jackson. I know how it all turns out, but I want to know what happens next*. Her whole nervousness and fear and "he's just being polite" kind of hit home. I've actually said that. Recently.
*edit: I love you televisionwithoutpity.com, I love you.
09 December 2005
only douches post song lyrics.
yeah, well. that may be very true.
but it's so got-dam good.
Talk Show Host
by radiohead
I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon this surface for the birds
The birds
The birds
You want me?
Fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
You want me?
Well come on and break the door down
You want me?
Fucking come on and break the door down
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
yeah, well. that may be very true.
but it's so got-dam good.
Talk Show Host
by radiohead
I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon this surface for the birds
The birds
The birds
You want me?
Fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
You want me?
Well come on and break the door down
You want me?
Fucking come on and break the door down
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
it's oh so quiet
You know what I hate? When I say something kind of random like, "I love photography." and the person I'm talking to is like "I got this new 3.5 pixel memory card but the aperture is flogent-style and the microfisheye is warbled. How many flogents does your 0perander.45 osccilate?" And I say, "Buh." Drool.
You know what I hate? When I say something kind of random like, "I love photography." and the person I'm talking to is like "I got this new 3.5 pixel memory card but the aperture is flogent-style and the microfisheye is warbled. How many flogents does your 0perander.45 osccilate?" And I say, "Buh." Drool.
07 December 2005
Where's the you and me?
another e-play, brought to you by a little email exchange in which michele and I discuss what improv scenes we are going to do this evening*.
Michele:
I'd like to be a polish miner and I'd like you to be my baby daughter
Sarah:
ok, cool. Let's do that one where we're alleycats complaining that
the muscial didn't get it right.
Michele:
Or we could be star gazers on the last night on earth
sarah:
Let's not do the one where I'm trying to buy cigarettes from you but I
don't know which ones I want and so I rob you, but then it turns out I
am either your mom or your husband we can't decide, and then we argue
about it. Let's save that one for a special night.
Michele:
Isn't tonight that special night?
Sarah:
you're right michele, you're always right.
>knowing smile<
>sips brandy<
>pets tiger<
michele:
what's the ticker say today?
oh, sarah! stock is up 100%
time to kill the prostitute
>shuffles over to gun rack<
>loads 45<
>opens closet door<
>shoots<
>shuffles back to the fire place<
>grabs brandy from top of fireplace<
sarah:
hhhmmm . . . normally I'd say 'we have to get ready for the governor's
ball', but there's no way we'll be invited now!
>throws head back, laughs<
>cuts off own side ponytail<
>throws hair into fire<
>tongue kisses tiger<
michele:
Oh, you card! after all the dirt we have on the gov, we're shoe ins - now where did i put my garbanzo beans
sarah:
>pulls out can of bans in threatening manner<
I've been waiting for you to slip up!!!!!!
Michele:
OH, YEAH, FANCY PANTS?
>pulls out cork from bad wine<
>guzzles<
>eats twinkies and a bowl of peanut butter<
Sarah:
Et tu? J'accuse!
>dresses up like a cowboy<
>buys a white castle franchise<
BLACKOUT
*This is a joke, obvs. Our scenes are decided months in advance.
another e-play, brought to you by a little email exchange in which michele and I discuss what improv scenes we are going to do this evening*.
Michele:
I'd like to be a polish miner and I'd like you to be my baby daughter
Sarah:
ok, cool. Let's do that one where we're alleycats complaining that
the muscial didn't get it right.
Michele:
Or we could be star gazers on the last night on earth
sarah:
Let's not do the one where I'm trying to buy cigarettes from you but I
don't know which ones I want and so I rob you, but then it turns out I
am either your mom or your husband we can't decide, and then we argue
about it. Let's save that one for a special night.
Michele:
Isn't tonight that special night?
Sarah:
you're right michele, you're always right.
>knowing smile<
>sips brandy<
>pets tiger<
michele:
what's the ticker say today?
oh, sarah! stock is up 100%
time to kill the prostitute
>shuffles over to gun rack<
>loads 45<
>opens closet door<
>shoots<
>shuffles back to the fire place<
>grabs brandy from top of fireplace<
sarah:
hhhmmm . . . normally I'd say 'we have to get ready for the governor's
ball', but there's no way we'll be invited now!
>throws head back, laughs<
>cuts off own side ponytail<
>throws hair into fire<
>tongue kisses tiger<
michele:
Oh, you card! after all the dirt we have on the gov, we're shoe ins - now where did i put my garbanzo beans
sarah:
>pulls out can of bans in threatening manner<
I've been waiting for you to slip up!!!!!!
Michele:
OH, YEAH, FANCY PANTS?
>pulls out cork from bad wine<
>guzzles<
>eats twinkies and a bowl of peanut butter<
Sarah:
Et tu? J'accuse!
>dresses up like a cowboy<
>buys a white castle franchise<
BLACKOUT
*This is a joke, obvs. Our scenes are decided months in advance.
The two ways to my heart
A gentleman who had come by to meet with our lawyer last week dropped a box of chocolates at my desk on his way out the door, saying very awkwardly, "These are for you." I'd never met him, and when the lawyer and another guy from our company came by looking for him I said, "He took off, but he gave me these." They gave each other a knowing smile and said, "Don't let him butter you up." Gross. Weird.
Delicious, though. They were super fancy. I say they "were" because I have eaten almost all of them. One or two a day. Yesterday I tried a new thing, where I cut them in half, thinking I would only eat a half of a mocha flavored truffle and save the other half for another day. Adorable, aren't I?
I spit out one filled with a cherry liqueur, because it tasted medicinal (as all liqueur-filled candies do, if my childhood memory serves) and I was worried the dude had injected it with some sort of old-man roofie and he was hiding somewhere with a spy camera on me, waiting for me to pass out so he could have his way with me. You can never be too careful. (I hadn't worked out how he would get my unconscious body out of the building but I am not the one who's been perfecting "Operation: Truffle Shuffle" for a decade.) There was another one filled with a coconut liqueur that did not go into a napkin, because while I was paranoid about being drugged and the center wasn't very tasty, I had kind of promised my mouth some dark chocolate. There wasn't anything wrong with the outside, I tell you what.
Oh, and the other way is to worship me unconditionally or whatever.
A gentleman who had come by to meet with our lawyer last week dropped a box of chocolates at my desk on his way out the door, saying very awkwardly, "These are for you." I'd never met him, and when the lawyer and another guy from our company came by looking for him I said, "He took off, but he gave me these." They gave each other a knowing smile and said, "Don't let him butter you up." Gross. Weird.
Delicious, though. They were super fancy. I say they "were" because I have eaten almost all of them. One or two a day. Yesterday I tried a new thing, where I cut them in half, thinking I would only eat a half of a mocha flavored truffle and save the other half for another day. Adorable, aren't I?
I spit out one filled with a cherry liqueur, because it tasted medicinal (as all liqueur-filled candies do, if my childhood memory serves) and I was worried the dude had injected it with some sort of old-man roofie and he was hiding somewhere with a spy camera on me, waiting for me to pass out so he could have his way with me. You can never be too careful. (I hadn't worked out how he would get my unconscious body out of the building but I am not the one who's been perfecting "Operation: Truffle Shuffle" for a decade.) There was another one filled with a coconut liqueur that did not go into a napkin, because while I was paranoid about being drugged and the center wasn't very tasty, I had kind of promised my mouth some dark chocolate. There wasn't anything wrong with the outside, I tell you what.
Oh, and the other way is to worship me unconditionally or whatever.
06 December 2005
05 December 2005
Eh. I'll scribble anywhere.
I meant to sign in for my sketch group site, but I signed in for this by accident. Oh well!
Amy and I saw Chita Rivera on Broadway on Saturday. My first Broadway show! Awesome. It seemed a little muted, especially the dancing. I think they had to keep the dancing soft. It didn't blow me away, but it was light and fun. We had amazing seats. Old people pushed us, pushed past us, then stopped dead in the aisle. "you know," I said to amy in my aging gay man/Bea Arthur voice, "a little patience never goes out of style." (Which is absolute hypocrisy, considering I was shooting deathrays out of my eyes at the tourists that sashayed between the subway stop and the theater. Pull over and get organized!) (I'm only mean when I'm late.) (I'm glad you come here, visitors. I was you once.)
My my. I hate this post. So much negativity.
Oh! I'm in another improv group that premieres this week! Awesome. As long as we don't rehearse, and play irregularly, and they don't mind if I ditch, I can handle it!
(no, I can't. >brain explodes<)
I meant to sign in for my sketch group site, but I signed in for this by accident. Oh well!
Amy and I saw Chita Rivera on Broadway on Saturday. My first Broadway show! Awesome. It seemed a little muted, especially the dancing. I think they had to keep the dancing soft. It didn't blow me away, but it was light and fun. We had amazing seats. Old people pushed us, pushed past us, then stopped dead in the aisle. "you know," I said to amy in my aging gay man/Bea Arthur voice, "a little patience never goes out of style." (Which is absolute hypocrisy, considering I was shooting deathrays out of my eyes at the tourists that sashayed between the subway stop and the theater. Pull over and get organized!) (I'm only mean when I'm late.) (I'm glad you come here, visitors. I was you once.)
My my. I hate this post. So much negativity.
Oh! I'm in another improv group that premieres this week! Awesome. As long as we don't rehearse, and play irregularly, and they don't mind if I ditch, I can handle it!
(no, I can't. >brain explodes<)
01 December 2005
ACTION!
I got kissed four times last night! Two of them were on stage, with my girlfriends. I realized last night that since I've reached my 30s, I'm totally playing 18 year-old boys in every scene. Where my plevis goes, I follow. (Gross? sure! But also a natural part of life and, by default, beautiful.) One was a boy who stopped by the neighbor girl's house because he heard music coming from the basement and thought there might be a makeout party going on down there. The other was a boy who was pacing in front of a girl's house because he was too scared to go in and tell her he liked her before he left for Harvard. Heartbreaking.
The other two were from this one dude. For what ever reason, our greetings and departures have escalated from a lingering hug to full-on lipkiss/groping. He totally has my cold now. So odd. The occasional grope with no hope of a phone call is about exactly my speed right now, so all is cool. I have great friends. Three of whom are willing to full-on kiss me on the lips, as long as it heightens the action.
I got kissed four times last night! Two of them were on stage, with my girlfriends. I realized last night that since I've reached my 30s, I'm totally playing 18 year-old boys in every scene. Where my plevis goes, I follow. (Gross? sure! But also a natural part of life and, by default, beautiful.) One was a boy who stopped by the neighbor girl's house because he heard music coming from the basement and thought there might be a makeout party going on down there. The other was a boy who was pacing in front of a girl's house because he was too scared to go in and tell her he liked her before he left for Harvard. Heartbreaking.
The other two were from this one dude. For what ever reason, our greetings and departures have escalated from a lingering hug to full-on lipkiss/groping. He totally has my cold now. So odd. The occasional grope with no hope of a phone call is about exactly my speed right now, so all is cool. I have great friends. Three of whom are willing to full-on kiss me on the lips, as long as it heightens the action.
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