So I know I haven't been on this thing in months. Mainly because I've been incredibly busy and also because I'm putting together another blog for my writing. More info on that to come.
And now, a poem. Do you think it's time for us to take the tree down?
Bonus points if you know what musical that's from.
I'm watching Dawson's Creek on The N right now. You know The N. That guilty pleasure channel what airs such wonderful shows such as The Creek and Degrassi: the Next Generation. A few observations: 1. This one's boring, but personal: Dawson's Creek is supposed to take place in New England, but it is filmed in North Carolina. Having lived in New England for four years, I know the landscape, I know the flora and fauna, and I especially know what Boston looks like. Having spent a very strange two weeks in North Carolina two summers ago, I also have some knowledge of the landscape there. The attempts to make NC look like NE are nothing short of pathetic. I refer everyone especially to the seasons when they are in college. 2. Dawson was such a tool. I mean, seriously. How the hell did this little goody-two-shoes ever get a date in high school? I mean, I can understand some college girls wanting a sacchrine-sweet, dorky, fuzzy wuzzy tool like Dawson, but in high school? Give me a break. 3. Wasn't Jack hot? Let's all agree on that fact for just one second. Jack came out of the closet on the show right around the time I came out in real life. He was quite the inspiration to my little closeted adolescent life. Man, I wanted him to stick it in. Too bad they made him into some tormented, self-hating, negative nancy who never has a good make-out scene. 4. Pacey was a douce-bag. I really don't feel like discussing this point any further. Let's just accept that as fact. 5. Look where Katie Holmes ended up. Wow. Poor thing.
On a completely different topic, I am SO ready for a short break from grad. school next week. I feel myself burning out. Scary thing is, I have to present the first 45 minutes of my show in less than a month. This includes the re-writing of the first 20 minutes we presented two weeks ago. Scary. Im not worried per se. I'm just annoyed how my show is turning out. I think the bookwriting needs some serious re-working. Today one of my professors remarked that the show was reminding her of "Nine." I'm not sure if that's a good thing.
In other news, I noticed the leaves had already changed color. Oh. There's so much you miss living in the city. Things happen quickly when you're busy and you don't see nature every day. I should get to a park soon to see the trees. But then, who am I kidding? I hate being outside. Alright, that's all for tonight. I'm gonna attempt to get some sleep.
"The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease." -William Shakespeare
Where have I been for over a month? Swept up in the craziness that is NYU and NYC.
Let's explore:
I should quit drinking. I should, but I'm not going to. This has nothing to do with general health issues, this has to do with social behavior. I have noticed that after a night of drinking, I wake up the next morning feeling pangs of embarrassment at some stupid thing I did the night before. It could be something very small, like a comment made or a text message sent. I could be something much bigger, like attempting to get all touchy-feely with a guy who is obviously not interested in me. For some reason, the fact that I am embarrassing myself does not register until I awake in sobriety the next morning.
October was a month like many here in New York. The Core Four (Akilah, Rachel, Mary Ann, and myself) were giddy as could be. In television, Weeds came to an exciting season finale, and Aaron Sorkin's Studio 60 was entertaining us every week. In politics, Republicans were slowly slipping into the mire of political and sexual scandal that would spell their demise in November. In social news, we were out almost every night. I had a kick-ass impromptu Halloween party and left the residual mess in my apartment until my maid came to clean a week later. But something was awry. I was noticing that I was showing up to class hungover very often. Mary Ann was noticing her bar tabs were raping her wallet of what little cash she had. Rachel was sleeping on my couch more often than she slept at home. Akilah was getting laid more often than...well, actually, that wasn't out of the ordinary; but her step-brother was staying on her couch for a week or so, and she had come home to find her apartment smelling of urine more than once (he had drunkenly pissed on her couch...twice).
Something had to be done. So Akilah declared November a month of sobriety. No drinking. NO drinking in November. Well, except for Thanksgiving. You have to drink on Thanksgiving. Oh, and Kate's birthday. No drinking except on Thanksgiving and Kate's birthday. Right...
To be fair, Akilah and Rachel have been keeping with the pledge. Mary Ann and myself? Not so much. I have, however, cut back, and I've stopped drinking brown liquors. I've only been drinking on special events and Friday nights. I know, I know. "What constitutes a special event?" Well, that would be a birthday, or some fabulous once-in-a-lifetime party. Trust me, I've been very good. No more showing up to class hungover. And I feel great! It really is a wonderful way to combat seasonal depression, and get rid of post-drunken embarrassment.
I used to call this kind of feeling: Egotistical Embarrassment. Meaning: I think so highly of myself that I am embarrassed by my drunken antics because I think that everyone I hung out with the night before has nothing better to do but spend all day thinking about me and my stupid behavior. Arrogant, right? Still, it exists, probably as a personal reminder, so that next time you don't send 12 text messages reading: "Hey" to someone you like but can't talk to, or drunkenly spoon the passed-out younger brother of a girl whom you've only met once before on an air mattress in her living room. These are not the acts of a sober person, but they happen, and when out wake up at 4pm the following day, there's nothing that embarrasses you more. Perhaps, perhaps the other people around you are drunk enough to forgive these transgressions, but there's never any way to be completely sure.
I woke up today and my neck hurt like whoa. It's all sore. When I move it, it's so damn painful. I must have slept on it weird last night.
It's erev Rosh Hashsana. Happy New Year and Shana Tova to all my Jews. Thing is, no one was available to go out tonight. so now I'm stuck at home drinking a glass of wine and avoiding work.
I had my first class with Lee Adams today. For those of you who don't know, he wrote the lyrics to Bye, Bye Birdie, It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's Superman, Golden Boy, Applause, and many other broadway classics. He's 81 and still all together. He also wrote the lyrics for the Theme to the TV show All in the Family (you know, "Those were the days;" the one they parody in the opening credits of Family Guy), how cool is that? He's great, and I think it's gonna be a steallar class.
Wow, my neck fucking hurts.
And this wine isn't very good.
The weather in New York these past few days has been nothing short of divine. It's at times like this, when fall is just beginning and the air is mild that I feel most at home in this city. It took about a year, but finally I can't see myself living anywhere else. My few trips to Boston and my trip to Vegas sealed that deal. Everything else just seems so small by comparison. And New York no longer feels big, it feels eclectic, it feels just right.
I have a lot of writing to do tomorrow. Hopefully my neck muscles will be in better shape. Alright. I'm shoving off for now. I leave you with some lyrics from a classic Lee Adams song:
Oh, Life's a ball if only you know it And it's all just waiting for you You're alive, So come on and show it We got a lot of livin' Such a lot of livin' Got a lot of livin' to do!
Woah! It’s been a while! Over a month, even. I shall attempt to recall and explain what’s been going on with me in the past few weeks.
I went out to Fire Island for a second time. It was just me and Akilah this trip. We went to the beach, we had drinks, we played Bingo and pool, and of course we sang at Brandon and Ray’s Show. Afterwards, we went to a party at the hotel owner’s penthouse. I wound up hooking up with the owner. Soon after, I found myself being led to a room by an employee of the hotel. Someone whom I can only assume was a gardener or something. I soon retired to my own room.
Russell and I managed to decide on two thesis ideas. One is an adaptation of The Odyssey, the other is an adaptation of 12th Night. Both are set in present day New York City. It’s been going ok. We’ll see where we are in a few months.
On September 1st, I flew to Milwaukee about three weeks ago to watch one of my good friends from Emerson, Nicole, get married. I took Mary Ann as my plus one. This wedding was stunning! First off, it was open bar all weekend! We got in the night before and attended the rehearsal dinner. It was at a country club on a lake. I saw many friends of mine I haven’t seen since graduation. Then, the next day: The ceremony! It was perfect! Nicole had it outside, in front of a pond, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. She had the classiest dress, it was a off-the-shoulder white dress with the fabric draped literally around her body, and a diamond broach at the hip. To top it off she had a little pillbox hat with a white veil just to her jawbone. Beautiful. The reception was something else! Great food, great music, great dancing, great everything! Mary Ann and I got wasted, and on the walk back to the hotel, I fell and ripped a hole in my tuxedo pants. The following day, in our cab to the airport, we were informed by our cabbie that Milwaukee was named the drunkest town in America the night before. Mary Ann and I attributed this to our being there.
School began again. There are some very talented kids in the new class. I M.C.ed the new kid’s cabaret and they have some really interesting voices. It’ll be great to hear where they are in a year.
Vegas. Yes, I said Vegas. I just got back to NYC from Las Vegas. I left on Saturday the 16th and came back at 12:12am on Tuesday the 19th. We went out there for Kevin’s birthday. But oh, baby, was it an amazing experience! Well, that is, at for the first day or so… The thing about Vegas is that it’s the kingdom of kitch, the target of tack. I lost around five or six hundred dollars gambling there, and much more paying for food and liquor. We stayed at the Luxor. The first day, we were just trying yo navigate the casino. I lost around $100 playing casino poker and gave up. Then, we had dinner at Fusha. Mary Ann and Aaron flew in from LA, and I picked up the tab. Then Kevin, and Brian (whom I knew as an acquaintance in college, but now I know him much better) and I went to a gay club called KRAVE. It was fun. I met a guy named Patrick. We hit it off, then had sex in the bathroom of the hotel room I was sharing with Akilah, Ilana, and Amy. Apparently I kicked Akilah out of her bed that night. I still feel like an asshole about that. The next day, everyone went to brunch without me. Which was fine, because I had no intention of getting up before noon, even if it was all-you-can-eat. Instead I went downstairs and started playing in the poker room at the one and two dollar tables (I know that sounds pussy, but I’d never played poker in a Vegas casino before and I wanted to take it easy). In the end, I was up a couple hundred, then lost it all. Go figure. After a short stint at the pool, we ordered room service, then attempted to get into the Body English, a club in the Hard Rock Casino. WHAT A BUST! First off, there was NO WAY we were ever going to get in. Why? Well, we had 5 men and 5 women, and they only wanted women, second, 3 of our 5 men were gay, and they were NOT allowing and fags into their club. After a lot of waiting, Akilah, Ilana and Nikki were allowed to go in alone, the rest of us went to a bar across the street. A bar that had LIVE BAND KAREOKE!!! Yeah, that’s right. I sang Patsy Kline’s “Crazy’ and Alanis Morrisette’s “You Oughtta Know” with a live fucking rock band. BEAT THAT! Later on, we went back to the Hard Rock, I lost $100 in poker (mainly ‘cause I was drunk) and then we went back to the Luxor. Will stayed up with me…till 7 in the morning! We sat at the bar ‘till about 5am (bars are open 24 hours in Vegas) then we attempted to walk to the New York, NY casino. By the time we got to Excalibur (which is next to Luxor) I told will I was too drunk to go any further. I passed out in my room. The next day I had to be on a flight at 4pm. I ate McDonalds with Akilah, then after a walk to Mandalay Bay Casino, I headed out. When I got to my terminal, I could clearly see the Luxor and the whole Strip from the window. Ew. Las Vegas is not a city. It is a town, for sure, but it’s not a city. A city has some reverence for architecture. Vegas has none. It’s one road of gimmick after gimmick. Sure, each casino is an interesting building, but the Vegas skyline is a sea of tacky. It’s an entire city of Times Square. Seeking to make a measly buck off of each tourist. I was very happy to take off and head back to Manhattan. I can deal with the tack and swank for one weekend, but ant more and I would have gotten sick. At least in New York they know how to build a skyline.
Anyway. That’s where I’ve been for the past month. I’ll update more as time allows.
I was expecting Degrassi and instead I get The Creek. Flashback to Junior High like whoa.
It's nice to see Katie Holmes before she married Lucifer. And the '90's music is just TOO much to deal with.
I have a question or two for everyone reading this who is a year or more out of college:
1. How has your post-collegiate life thus far measured up to how you expected it to be? 2. Have your goals changed? If so, how? 3. Are you as content as you thought you would be a year or more out? If not, what have you done to attempt to fix the situation?
Seriously. Take the time to answer if you can. It will help me a lot with my thesis musical. AND, if you live in New York, there are some additional questions you can answer at the bottom of this post.
Today, I saw an AWFUL production of Alls Well That Ends Well in Hoboken, NJ. Becca and Akilah were in it. They were fabulous, the rest of the show: not so much.
And then, tonight: THE 1ST EPISODE OF THE 2ND SEASON OF WEEDS!!! Oh, it was fantastic! Hilarious! I fucking love that show! If you don't watch Weeds, or don't get showtime, i feel sorry for you.
Anyway, I'm going to bed soon. Catch everyone later. OH, those New York questions are below. Please, take the time if you can. It will be an IMMENSE help!
Cheers!
1. For you, what does it mean to be a "New Yorker?" 2. Describe the "natural order" of the city and what it means to you. 3. Define, in your own terms, "morality." 4. Share something you have learned since moving to New York. What is it? How did you learn it? Has your life changed since learning this lesson? If so, how? 5. What do you hate most about New York and why? 6. Finish this statement: For me, a perfect life in the city would be…
Aug. 15th, 2006 @ 03:16 am
I've spent the past hour or two looking though my old LJ posts.
Wow. Life moves fast.
When i started this journal about 18 months ago, I took it a lot more seriously than I do now. My posts used to be poetry. Now they're just crappy vernacular shit.
A year ago yesterday I returned from a 2 week trip to North Carolina (Read: My Trip to the Bible Belt). I remember it like it was yesterday.
My life has changed very little since then. I mean, I've gotten over my old relationship, and I've grown exponenttially as a writer, but other than that, I'm pretty much the same person.
A larger question: Why do we do what we do?
I was out with Becca this evening at Blockheads, and we were seated next to a pair of the STUPIDEST girls I've ever seen. They were your typical 20-something ditzy skinny boobalicious airheads. My favorite thing i overheard them say was: "maturity is a myth."
Yeah. Look at yourselves, bitches.
What do people like that do with their lives? Get married, pump out kids, and die. Why? Why would you waist the one lifetime you're given on this earth on a lesser status quo? I don't sleep well, and I drink too much, but at least I'm LIVING. At least when I shuffle off this mortal coil, I will have fucking enjoyed myself. I do what I do because I love it. That and I feel an urge to connect to the greater human race.
Anyway. Lick me.
How's that for vernacular?
Catch you all on the flip side.
Aug. 11th, 2006 @ 03:27 am
I did nothing today. I didn't even get out of bed until around 6 or 7. I drank way way way too much last evening. Instead, Ilana came over around 9 and we watched Project Runway. Good episode. I'm glad Michael won, and I'm also glad that Robert wasn't elimnated, but it was sad to see Bradley go. He's just so adorable. I wish Laura would win already. I just love her.
I think I watch too much TV. I've been watching since I woke up and It's amazing that there hasn't been a moment when there wasn't something I wanted to watch. I started out with Hardball on MSNBC then went to Countdown (I'm in love with Keith Olberman). After that i caught Last Comic Standing before Project Runway. Then: Work Out, Will & Grace, Degrassi, The Daily Show, and I'm currently on The Colbert Report. Is that too much? I should be working on lyrics, I think.
Oh, speaking of lyrics, BIG question for you all: I'm supposed to write a song for my friend Nicole's wedding and i have NO FUCKING CLUE what to write about. I'm trying to write about love, but i don't want to thurst my own definitions and viewpoints onto someone else. Also, I don't know her fiancee very vell. I need some serious help. Any ideas?
Alright. That's all for now. Catch everyone later!
Aug. 10th, 2006 @ 01:38 am
So last night, after MUCH drinking, I return home and decide to order diner food. I went to look for my credit card and it isn't in my wallet. I had just used it at the bar, and assumed I had lost it (I had previously lost a credit card at a bar a month ago).
It was 5:45am. And I had consumed the following this evening (I'm estimating...the end of the night is a blur):
2 shots of Ketel One vodka 7 glasses of Johnnie Walker Black Label scotch on the rocks 1 Kamikaze shot 1 Mudslide shot
I was sufficently wasted. And, fearing that my credit card has been lost, I decide to call my parents and have them cancel the card.
It's 6am. I can't form a complete sentence. They are not happy.
This morning (late afternoon) I wake up (come to) and suddenly remember that early morning call. Yikes. I find my wallet, and discover my credit card in a different pocket than i usually place it in. Oops.
My parents think I have a drinking problem.
I just think I'm an idiot.
Aug. 9th, 2006 @ 07:03 pm
I've been MIA for a while. I've just been too lazy/drunk/depressed to post.
What you've missed:
1. FIRE ISLAND!!! Yeow baby! In July, Rere, Akilah, Mary Ann, and I went to Fire Island for a day at the beach and a night of debauchery. IT WAS FABULOUS! The beach was amazing. Swimming in the ocean and playing on the sand, OH! It reminded me of childhood. Sadly, Akilah had to leave before the night time festivities. We played Bingo as led by a fantastic drag queen followed by Mostly Sondheim at the Ice Palace hosted by none other than Brandon Cutrell. Brandon got us free hotel rooms for the evening. I met a nice guy named Tom before the show, and after the show we left for my hotel room where we had a little fun ;-) I met up with the girls later. We continued to drink, then walked to the beach in the middle of the night. It was beautiful! The moon, the stars (we saw a shooting star too!) Then, around 4 we went to bed. It was really sad to leave the island, but we decided we'd be back sometime soon.
2. Happy Hour. I was in this AWFUL show called Happy Hour all july. It was fun to perform in, and I was good, but I wanted to KILL the director. He was the WORST director i've ever had. Half of the rehearsals consisted of us waiting around while he answered the phones. He made us feel like shit, and didn't direct so much as give line readings. I'm very happy that that's over.
3. The After Party Brandon and Ray's new show at the West Bank Cafe is superb! They've moved up from the Duplex, and boy is it a fun time. They end early enough for us to go out after, and we have had some fun times. We still go to the Duplex some weeks to see Kate, but the After Party is a real treat.
Tonight I had a fantastic time hanging with Becca. I've missed her. She's good people. I guess that's all for now. I'll be updating more often now, I promise. Happy 21st Birthday, Adam and Brittany!
Last night Brandon and Ray opened their new open mic show at the West Bank cafe.
I was in attendance with two of my friends from the Boston contingent. It was a lot like Mostly Sondheim, except it was in midtown, and it was class-ier. People didn't talk during songs. We didn't know the protocal, so we were stuck in the back for a while. Much drinking ensued, and late in the evening, after leaving Mr. Biggs with Brandon, we took a cab to our respective homes. I got out at 54th and 3rd, and ATE IT on the sidewalk. Seriously. I left the cab and fell FACE FIRST into the sidewalk, with Brandon and his friend watching. I was EMBARRASSED.
So, tonight I opened my show. It went well. The audience was dead, but whatever. Next week it'll be smashing. Afterwards I moved from the lower east side to the upper east side to say adios to a freind of mine from school who is going away for the rest of the summer. then headed home and talked to my friend Rorry who is producing a new musical in LA. We talked for over an hour, till her phone died. Aaaand that pretty much brings us up to date.
Alright. Signing off for now, talk to you all later.
Jul. 9th, 2006 @ 03:54 am
I've been MIA from the LJ all month. Chalk it up to pure laziness.
It's been an OK month. Mary Ann came back, I threw a wonderful Tony's party, and I got into a really bad play which I'm sticking with for the sole reason that it gets me out of bed before noon. Other than that...
Here's a little piece of New York advice for everyone: If attending an afternoon/evening outdoor event during the summer, always carry an umbrella with you, because if you don't you leave yourself at the mercy of the FUCKING RAIN. Audra McDonald was to give a free concert in Central Park last night as part of the SummerStage series. Mary Ann and I decided to attend. We walked from my apartment to the park, and as soon as we crossed fifth avenue, it began to rain. We had not brought umbrellas, but this was an extremely light rain, and wasn't really a bother. We bought a glass of wine each and found some seats in the back of the open-air theater. The rain got harder. We said, well, we're already wet. Who cares. We want Audra. The rain reaches hurricane status and starts coming at us from the side. We laugh a hearty laugh. Mary Ann says something along the lines of: "Whatever. We're soaked, it's pouring, but man is this fun!" I go: "Do you want to leave?" Mary Ann nods. I get a call from Rachel. She's in the park on the way to the concert and soaked as well. I ask if she has an umbrella. "Yeah, but it's not doing me any fucking good." We leave the park and hail a town car on 5th ave. We instead watch Will & Grace at My apartment in dry sweats and t-shirts. No Audra for us.
So, Today I heard that one of my favorite authors, Joan Didion, was to be doing a book reading in New York. I definitely wanted to attend, and to get her to sign my copy of her book. I discover it's to be held in the same theatre as the Audra concert. Fuck. Not wanting to have a repeat of yesterday's fiasco, I place an umbrella in my satchel bag. Joan read an essay called "Goodbye to all That" from her book: Slouching Towards Bethlehem. It was about her living in New York when she was in her 20's. Fascinating. I felt completely connected to her words. She then read a chapter from her new book "The Year of Magical Thinking." It's marvelous. After the readings, an interview with Joan commenced. And after two questions... Thunderclap. Rain. A rainstorm just as torrential and awful as the day before. I take out my umbrella and flee the theatre. I reach 5th avenue, at which point a gust of wind kicks up and blows my black, three-dollar, New York City street vendor umbrella inside-out. Two of the prongs break in half. Goddamn it. There is an M72 bus parked on 5th ave. I have no clue where it will take me but I know there's no way in hell I'm getting a cab in this rain. I wait in line. The bus fills up. I walk with my broken umbrella to Park ave. and by an act of God, I find a vacant cab and head home.
I'm sure the SummerStage series in the park is a wonderful idea, I just think they may want to re-think either the venue or the time of their performances. Summer afternoon thunderstorms are a fact of life in New York. Didn't over there think about that one?
Suffice to say that I am never going to attend another one of their events again.
Jun. 30th, 2006 @ 10:09 pm
I turned 23 this past Friday, and I've never felt so young. It seems everyone i know is older than me. No problem. They just wish they were as young and as carefree as I am.
So. What's happened? I still have no clue about my thesis. About 2 weeks ago i got chased down and almost beaten up by a drunk, homophobic moron, and I've been watching Will & Grace on DVD non-stop.
The summer has not gotten off to the start I had hoped for. I still haven't been to the gym. I've been drinking non-stop. BUT, I have met someone, and things are looking promising. I don't want to jinx it yet, be on the look out for updates.
Right now, i just need to figure out my thesis. I wanna write something about transformation. About a character who goes though some small scale transformation and comes out the better or worse for it. Something like "The Kiss" by Chekhov. Any ideas?
I want Mary Ann back. I'm sick of being anti-social.
The summer is off to a refreshing start. I finished cleaning my apt. today and tomorrow I will start going to the gym.
I missed Dayna's birthday dinner tonight. I had already made plans to play poker with some NYU friends, and I had canceled on them the last 3 times or so. I felt bad, but I know I'll be there at her party. That and I made $38 playing poker! I was the biggest winner. Suck on that! (I was ahead by over $70, but I made a big mistake late in the game...whatev...I still came out on top).
You won't believe how clean my place is. I even cleaned my bedroom, which I haven't done since I moved in in October. It's crazy.
What else? I'm still looking for material for next year. I met with my collaborator today and we're both up in the air. The search goes on.
alright. I'm gonna get to bed "early." Catch you all later!
May. 24th, 2006 @ 02:59 am
I just returned from a 2-day visit to Boston. I got to see half of the commencement ceremony at Emerson. I missed John Kerry's keynote speech. Ah well. I had fun. Saw a lot of people. Meg, my old roommate, was very surprised. After the ceremnoy, I spent the rest of the eveming drinking at 6 different bars and 2 different apartments. I blacked out around 2am and woke up the next morning on a friend's couch. The essential college experience.
So, my collaborator for next year and I decided that we wanted to get early approval on our thesis musical. We set a date (this coming Monday) to meet. We're each supposed to come up with 10 ideas each for adaptations. YARGH! I've been reading public domain play after public domain play. It's hard. I have no idea what I want to do. I'm leafing through Shakespeare, Marlowe, Moliere, Euripides, Plautus, Beaumarcus, Artaud, Ibsen, Chekhov, Sheridan, and various early American writers. I've found some exciting stuff, but nothing that I'm gung-ho about spending a year on. It's so fucking hard. If anyone has any suggestions on where to look for public domain material that would be good to adapt into a musical, let me know. I really want to work with an ensemble cast. I'd love to do something that has to do with time, or memory, or loss. Whatever I do, I think I want to modernize it so that I can use rock music.
Gar. I'm so tired of reading. Send me suggestions.
May. 18th, 2006 @ 02:19 am
Yesterday was the most amazing day. My friends on Roosevelt Isalnd had a BBQ starting at 1pm. We drank and ate until about 9:30pm. I got to see a lot of people i hadn't seen in a long time. Nicole (her wedding is in 3 months!) Lisa "Mackenzie," Matt Biagini. It was a fun afternoon in the sun. I never noticed how fast the current in the east river is. Getting back to Manhattan was a trick. We waited forever for a cab. When we did, we went out to the Westside Tavern. I was drunk. I got drunker. I headed home earlier than exptected, and got home before midnight. I called Josh, then passed out on my couch. I awoke at 4:30am. I had missed a call from Josh. I got undressed and went to bed.
If i weren't tired, I'd go more into detail about the BBQ -- it was amazing -- suffice to say: we should do that more often.
Oh my god. It's 1:42. I have to be up at 7:30. I'm crazy, but I had to post...
Hey guys, It's been a long while, hasn't it? Sorry. I've been busy.
So. What's new? School's good. Despite some fights with my collaborator, our peice is turning out amazing.
I went to Boston Friday. Came back Saturday. Okay....it was....well...
It was incredible. It began yesterday morning. I left my apartment around noon and headed to Akilah's apratment by way of the liquor store. I figured I'd get everyone a pint of liquor for our road trip. At Akilah's, we watched the E! True Hollywood Story: America's Newt Top Model while waiting for Dorothy and Paul.
DOROTHY! PAUL!
I haven't seen these guys in forever! Dorothy rented a car and drove up from Maryland to pick us up. Oh my god. The road trip. Me. Rachel. Dorothy. Paul. Akilah. We were HYSTERICAL!!! I wish I had a tape recorder. We talked about everything. Giant penises, pussy juice, being fat. I missed Dorothy so much. Anyone who can say: "Friendly's!!! I'm fat." is okay in my book. We got to Boston at 7:30.
Doro dropped us off in front of the Majestic theatre. Realizing we had some time before the show (we were there to see the Emerson spring musical), we headed to The Tam for a drink. OH!!! The Tam! It's been ages.
Long story short: the show blew. Steven Terrell can't direct and Grease is a bad show. At intermission, we had a shot at the Intermission Tavern (the bar that replaced Charlie Flynn's). After the show, we did a meet and greet in the alley, then booked it to the Tremont House Hotel (which is actually now a Marriot). Once situated in the hotel room, and joined by Chelsea, Erin, and of all people, Gina Alibrio! We departed for the cast party.
Okay. I'm not a snob or anything, but seriously. Wow. I had no idea how old I am. There I was at an Emerson undergrad party, thinking to myself: "these kids are so much younger than me." After about an hour and a half. we decided to get rhe hell out of there.
We took a cab to the Encore piano lounge. Ralph was closing it up 'cause it was near 2am (fucking Boston and its 2am closings...). We had 1 drink, then went up to the hotel room to drink the pints I brought.
THAT was amazing. Mary Ann is beautiful, and I've totally missed her. We stayed up chatting till past 4am. My memory gets hazy, as i was really really drunk. But we finally passed out after a tearful goodbye to Mary Ann. I had planned to take a train in the next day while Akilah, Doro and Rere were going to stay till Monday.
I awaken incredibly hungover around noon. Rachel tells me that I kicked her in my sleep. We decide to grab lunch at Sweetwater. As we're exiting City Place...BAM! There's my ex, Adam, standing in front of the PPC. I shout: "Well, look who it is!" We hug, and have a long conversation about what we're doing with our lives right now. God. Adam. I think I still love him. We part ways and I head for Back Bay Station. I made the 1:15 to New York no problem, and met my collaborators that evening.
Sunday night, I called Mary Ann alone from my Apt. to see how they were doing in Beantown. They were at Encore. Singing the theme song to Cheers. I wanted to be there SO much.
We can't go back, can we? I attended an undergraduate party at Emerson, but felt so wrong in doing so. I've spent post after post on here bemoaning the fact that I'm not there. Trouble is, I gotta remember why I'm HERE. I've got to live in the NOW. It's so hard, but so true. Life moves on. Life changes.
I've been doing some free writing while working on a lyric for a character song. I thought I might base this on actual events. When I was finished, I was kinda amused by the result of the free write and wanted to share it with you. It's really nothing, but as far as things go, it had a nice build. if you think it's crap, just ignore this. They're just notes. Anyway, here it is:
Saw Sondheim in person tonight. I was seeing the final dress of 70, Girls, 70 at Encores and he was walking in with John Weidman. Apparently, had I gotten there a half hour earlier, I would've been able to speak to him. Some classmates of mine actually had a conversation with him. Bastards.
Ilana and I had a drink at Aquavit after the show. Girl needs a break before she has a breakdown.
I just watched a piece on Countdown on MSNBC about how more and more people are using cuss words nowadays. And how a whopping 64% of people use the F-word. My reaction: "so?" I mean, honestly, so what? Is it really that big of a deal? Who cares?
I presented my Comedy song (which I wrote music for) in class today. The main reaction from the guest teacher: The form was off. WHAT? My lyricist was Tony, who is a from nazi (I mean that in the best of all possible ways). I'm also quite the form maven, and the song was very clearly AABA. I have no idea where she was coming from on that one, and I disagree. I really think Tony and I wrote a kick-ass song. So there.
What else?
Saw a lot of lovely friends from Boston last weekend. Everyone was in town for Straw Hats. They all came over to my apt. Saturday night and left by 1am. All 9 of them. Losers. I met up with Akilah and Melena at the Westside Pub.
Oh yeah. In re: the last post. Everything's fine now. We had a meeting with a faculty member and it all got cleared up.
I need to figure out what I'm doing this summer. It's coming fast and I have no plans.
Alright. That's all for now. G'night!
Mar. 30th, 2006 @ 12:51 am
My collaboration for my 1 act musical had a total meltdown. It was a three-way shout fest that ended in myself and my composer wanting to kill our lyricist.
I'll post more details later....i should be in bed now.
Is it absolutely ridiculous for me to believe that delivery men should carry a pen on them when the customer that they're delivering to has paid with a credit card? I mean, that's a pretty big assumption to think that the customer will have his/her own pen on hand.
Six Degrees of Separation is a damn good movie. I'm watching it now. Stockard Channing reminds me a lot of my mother. Regardless, I know these characters all too well.
I saw my friend Dara in a musical about the life of Joseph Pilates tonight.
GOD! It was AWFUL! The worst peice of drek I've seen in years. It's worse than the musical I wrote when I was 17 years old. There's a boy in the cast who my friend is trying to hook me up with. I'm really not that attracted to him.
I've been neglecting my assignments this spring break. It's gonna come up to bite me in the ass in the next few days.
The shots of New York in this film are so perfect. And romantic. I love it.
I'm drunk.
These updates are random. Deal with it.
I saw the film of RENT for the first time last night. Wow. Bad. I mean, seriously, talk about bad direction.
My neck hurts.
Tomorrow (today) is St. Patrick's day. I'm gonna get pissed tommorow night.
My friend has the following away message up, and I wanted to share it:
The Event of My Day:
Felicity: Hi this is Felicity calling from Executive Health Exams. May I please speak to Miss Allyson Tucker-Mitchell? (Then she realizes what she has just said...... Could this possibly be the same person she saw in two Broadway shows, took a class with four years ago, and is married to Brian Stokes Mitchell? Nah. Couldn't be.)
Allyson: This is Allyson
Felicity: I was just calling as a follow up to the physical you had with us in November. The doctor has suggested a colonoscopy for you.
Allyson: Um, yeah. I'm not interested, but thank you. Are you calling my husband as well?
Felicity: Well the names pop up on the computer in random order so I can't tell at this moment.
Allyson: Well If he pops up on your list, make him schedule, OK? His name is Brian. Thanks! Bye!
Felicity thinks about this for a moment...... And then decides it's not possible.
20 minutes later. A Brian S. Mitchell pops up on the screen. Felicity dials.
Felicity: Hi is this Mr. Brian S. Mitchell?
Brian (in a beautiful, deep voice): Yes.
Felicity: This is Felicity calling from Executive Health Exams.
Brian: Oh yes. My wife just called me. She has ordered me to schedule.
Felicity: OK. Just so we can have up to date records, could I ask for your full middle name? (Felicity is shameless)
Brian: Stokes.
Felicity: Thank you!
And Felicity proceeds to schedule Mr. Brian Stokes Mitchell for a colonoscopy.
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