Thursday, March 27, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
too much.
I've been blogging for fictional characters lately, and... that's sort of more fun than blogging for myself. I guess I like any opportunity to be completely goofy without getting eyerolls.
But anyway... there's lots to report!
Last Friday, I did EGBDF at the beautiful and weird Town Hall. Sam was confused and went to City Hall and was late for rehearsal. Yup, I mean the actual City Hall. Yup. Backing up--Jane arrived in the late morning and took my keys while I went to rehearse. She bopped around the city and I didn't see her again until after the show. She had a good time shopping and buying food and exercising her NY expertise muscles. Cute.
Rehearsal was long and fun. Pan-Pan introduced me to my new, pointy, three-inch stilettos...my worst enemy. (Saturday I felt like a cripple.) We goofed off, navigated the impossibly crowded stage, cracked mutant jokes, and spent time harassing each other in the dressing room we all shared. Wonderful. Jess & Mikey, Anna & Ian, and Erin & Jessie all came to see the show!
After this, there was an awkward InCite Festival "Wrap Party" where I stubbornly refused to schmooze, instead making gag nametags with Jason and Nitz. Tom Stoppard? Phylicia Rashad? Supoopi Pontain, Dave Rosenblatt's girlfriend? Oh yeth, oh yeth.
Then Jane and I trekked back to the Burg. I was in a FOUL mood about god knows what until we ran into Mr Isaac Klein on the subway and he cheered me up. Foul mood returned when I slept on the floor listening to Lucifer yowl all night, continued through getting up super early and getting on the Chinatown bus, and lifted, finally, after getting a nap. My mom deals with a lot of crap from me. :)
We got to Boston in less than four hours and took the T to Qunicy Adams, where my Uncle Peter picked us up and took us to the Wilson homestead. Gordie, Grace and my dad were already there, followed shortly thereafter by the carful of Gubas, headed by a RAGING Uncle Chris, irate over missing their exit and driving an hour extra. Most of the menfolk then headed off to watch Cousin Matt play rugby...which resulted in Matt getting 8 staples in the top of his head. Frankenstein. What followed after was an orgy of food, family, fighting...no more alliteration, for the love of god, Anna! But yeah, lots of eating and drinking and yelling and stuff, both in public (restaurant; IKEA in Stoughton) and at home. It was wonderful.
Sunday morning we followed up with a massive and long brunch, then eventually I went back into Boston with the fam and then took the Chinatown bus for the second time in 36 hours, back to New York. Then I layed around and did arts and crafts and watched tv all night. Glorious.
Monday...I lounged around in bed in the afternoon. Then I bought jeans. Jeans. I bought jeans at a store. I went shopping and came out of that store with a pair of pants. WHO AM I?!
Since then, I've been working weird shifts and not really getting enough sleep and certainly not getting any work done.
Wednesday, I met Nitz and Craig at Via Della Pace because Tara and Heather were both working, so we sat at the empty bar and let them booze us up for several hours. It was really nice, but it's been a while since I've had two cocktails on an empty stomach at eleven o'clock, so I was a little drunker than I thought I should have been on the way home. I'm not sure why I felt that was relevant to include...but it's the Internet. Whatever.
Someone asked me the other day if something, I forget what exactly "Was sort of a waste of space?" And I was like ".....it's the INTERNET. The whole point is that you don't have to worry about 'wasting space.'" I know that's not entirely true, but come on.
Thursday, Jess came over to the Burg and I gave here the grand desolation tour...Domino, etc, and then we ogled the Hasids and ate hamentaschen and challah. Then we made a hellish trip into the bowels of the Union Square Forever 21 so I could buy some clothes for this thing I was supposed to be in on Friday. In line, discussing the issues of one of our dear guy friends, the woman ahead of us turned and said "Girls, I can't help but overhearing. Let me tell you-- they're all screwed up. You have to be bitches to them. I been married three times. The first one, I was so nice to him and he left me for another woman. Then I think, I'll go back to school, turn my life around...all of a sudden it's "I love you, baby. I love you." You have to manipulate them...but with a smile on your face. They're just thinking about themlseves....eighty percent of the time they're thinking about *it*, and if it's big enough, if they can get it up for long enought....all the time!'
Etc. You get the picture. We smiled and laughed and fidgeted...I guess I can say that her heart was maybe in the right place I don't know.
And then yesterday I was in this bizarre thing with Matt Nasser, Greg Hildreth, and Chris Oullettee. Matt's friend Pat works for some studio, or post-house, or something-- I wans't really clear on what they do. Anyway, he was making, I guess for them, this interactive, choose-your-own-adventure, murder mystery thing for the Internet. I have no idea what the story is because the script was in no sort of order, and I haven't shot all of my scenes yet, but basically, I'm Crystal, the blonde secretary. And the gimmick of it is that it's shot entirely from above. Silly. The MAtt and Greg show is one I haven't seen for a while, so it was a delight to lounge around this totally hip UNion Square office, eating free candy, getting paid for saying like three lines. If that's showbiz, kids....
And today...I'm seeing Gypsy with Isaac! Hooray! And then working, but of courrrrse. And tomorrow, working.
I gotta be more concise.
But anyway... there's lots to report!
Last Friday, I did EGBDF at the beautiful and weird Town Hall. Sam was confused and went to City Hall and was late for rehearsal. Yup, I mean the actual City Hall. Yup. Backing up--Jane arrived in the late morning and took my keys while I went to rehearse. She bopped around the city and I didn't see her again until after the show. She had a good time shopping and buying food and exercising her NY expertise muscles. Cute.
Rehearsal was long and fun. Pan-Pan introduced me to my new, pointy, three-inch stilettos...my worst enemy. (Saturday I felt like a cripple.) We goofed off, navigated the impossibly crowded stage, cracked mutant jokes, and spent time harassing each other in the dressing room we all shared. Wonderful. Jess & Mikey, Anna & Ian, and Erin & Jessie all came to see the show!
After this, there was an awkward InCite Festival "Wrap Party" where I stubbornly refused to schmooze, instead making gag nametags with Jason and Nitz. Tom Stoppard? Phylicia Rashad? Supoopi Pontain, Dave Rosenblatt's girlfriend? Oh yeth, oh yeth.
Then Jane and I trekked back to the Burg. I was in a FOUL mood about god knows what until we ran into Mr Isaac Klein on the subway and he cheered me up. Foul mood returned when I slept on the floor listening to Lucifer yowl all night, continued through getting up super early and getting on the Chinatown bus, and lifted, finally, after getting a nap. My mom deals with a lot of crap from me. :)
We got to Boston in less than four hours and took the T to Qunicy Adams, where my Uncle Peter picked us up and took us to the Wilson homestead. Gordie, Grace and my dad were already there, followed shortly thereafter by the carful of Gubas, headed by a RAGING Uncle Chris, irate over missing their exit and driving an hour extra. Most of the menfolk then headed off to watch Cousin Matt play rugby...which resulted in Matt getting 8 staples in the top of his head. Frankenstein. What followed after was an orgy of food, family, fighting...no more alliteration, for the love of god, Anna! But yeah, lots of eating and drinking and yelling and stuff, both in public (restaurant; IKEA in Stoughton) and at home. It was wonderful.
Sunday morning we followed up with a massive and long brunch, then eventually I went back into Boston with the fam and then took the Chinatown bus for the second time in 36 hours, back to New York. Then I layed around and did arts and crafts and watched tv all night. Glorious.
Monday...I lounged around in bed in the afternoon. Then I bought jeans. Jeans. I bought jeans at a store. I went shopping and came out of that store with a pair of pants. WHO AM I?!
Since then, I've been working weird shifts and not really getting enough sleep and certainly not getting any work done.
Wednesday, I met Nitz and Craig at Via Della Pace because Tara and Heather were both working, so we sat at the empty bar and let them booze us up for several hours. It was really nice, but it's been a while since I've had two cocktails on an empty stomach at eleven o'clock, so I was a little drunker than I thought I should have been on the way home. I'm not sure why I felt that was relevant to include...but it's the Internet. Whatever.
Someone asked me the other day if something, I forget what exactly "Was sort of a waste of space?" And I was like ".....it's the INTERNET. The whole point is that you don't have to worry about 'wasting space.'" I know that's not entirely true, but come on.
Thursday, Jess came over to the Burg and I gave here the grand desolation tour...Domino, etc, and then we ogled the Hasids and ate hamentaschen and challah. Then we made a hellish trip into the bowels of the Union Square Forever 21 so I could buy some clothes for this thing I was supposed to be in on Friday. In line, discussing the issues of one of our dear guy friends, the woman ahead of us turned and said "Girls, I can't help but overhearing. Let me tell you-- they're all screwed up. You have to be bitches to them. I been married three times. The first one, I was so nice to him and he left me for another woman. Then I think, I'll go back to school, turn my life around...all of a sudden it's "I love you, baby. I love you." You have to manipulate them...but with a smile on your face. They're just thinking about themlseves....eighty percent of the time they're thinking about *it*, and if it's big enough, if they can get it up for long enought....all the time!'
Etc. You get the picture. We smiled and laughed and fidgeted...I guess I can say that her heart was maybe in the right place I don't know.
And then yesterday I was in this bizarre thing with Matt Nasser, Greg Hildreth, and Chris Oullettee. Matt's friend Pat works for some studio, or post-house, or something-- I wans't really clear on what they do. Anyway, he was making, I guess for them, this interactive, choose-your-own-adventure, murder mystery thing for the Internet. I have no idea what the story is because the script was in no sort of order, and I haven't shot all of my scenes yet, but basically, I'm Crystal, the blonde secretary. And the gimmick of it is that it's shot entirely from above. Silly. The MAtt and Greg show is one I haven't seen for a while, so it was a delight to lounge around this totally hip UNion Square office, eating free candy, getting paid for saying like three lines. If that's showbiz, kids....
And today...I'm seeing Gypsy with Isaac! Hooray! And then working, but of courrrrse. And tomorrow, working.
I gotta be more concise.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
it's one o'clock already?
My life is weird in a wonderful way.
The other day, I did manual labor in an industrial building-turned-theatre/rehearsal space in DUMBO. My arms are still aching. My "boss" said "You are a valkyrie!" after I moved a bunch of cinderblocks. I hope it was a compliment. I took it as such. I mentioned it in an email to my mom and she was like "Warehouse work? What?" and then laughed when I told her about it on the phone. I yelled "WHAT?! I can do stuff like that! I can carry stuff!" (A la Crispin Glover? "I'm strong! I can KICK!")
Then the hordes moved in from Boston. And what pleasant hordes they are! I saw showcase on Tuesday night, with a whole bunch of friends, and it was really nice. The Class of 2008 did a lovely job and seemed to be having fun....which is more than I can say for myself at this time last year. Ugh, showcase. Then we went over to Fort Greene for gossip and Chinese food....as Nitz said, 'Wouldn't it be nice if our lives were always like this?"
Yesterday, Jason and Craig and I took a series of sight-seeing strolls. I dragged them to the south side of Williamsburg (I didn't make them walk to the water to see Domino up close....I'm learning that's it not the hot tourist attraction for a lot of people that it is for me), where we ate hamentaschen... then we took the J to Canal and wandered around Chinatown, into Soho, into the West Village...Jason was cute and kept insisting on looking at the map to understand exactly where we had been walking, how we got there, etc. There was a lot of vehement statements from me, saying things like "We're walking SOUTH! I'm SURE of it!"which generally wound up being completely wrong. It was really nice to see them. Jason said he didn't care where we went, because it was just fun being together-- and he had his tongue in his cheek but I think he meant it, too. And I had to agree with him. Now, will all of you just fucking move to New York? THANK you.
I DRINK IT UP!
I saw There Will Be Blood the other night and that was the source of a lot of argument. Craig hated it and kept bringing parts of it up and saying "Okay, but seriously...wasn't ridiculous? Come on. Come on." Jason and I just smiled calm smiles and yelled 'I DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE!' a million times.
Then we went to the Helen Mills Theatre to see Sow and Weep. This is the third time I've seen the show and it really gets better and better and has GOTTEN better and bettter. When I think about the first draft that I ever saw, I am absolutely amazed at the progress Nitz has made. It was an alumni extravaganza and we all went out afterwards. The bartender forget about me, so I didn't pay for my beer. Karma? I don't know. I talked Presidents with Paolo, had pleasantly civil conversations with Ben, reveled in the glory that is Ava, and generally had a lovely time.
Then...then...then I took a cab home! Travel stipend, what what?!
Tonight, I see Katy's show. Tomorrow, my mom comes in the morning, I go to rehearsal at one, rehearse and rehearse until 8, which is SHOWTIME, then go to the "wrap" party, then get on an early-morning Chinatown bus with Jane (hoooooo boy), go to Massachusetts, party, party, come back on Sunday.
I am exhausted and exhilirated thinking about it already. I have so much to look forward to for the next couple of days, and I am trying to slow down and enjoy it.
Good.
DRINK IT UP!
The other day, I did manual labor in an industrial building-turned-theatre/rehearsal space in DUMBO. My arms are still aching. My "boss" said "You are a valkyrie!" after I moved a bunch of cinderblocks. I hope it was a compliment. I took it as such. I mentioned it in an email to my mom and she was like "Warehouse work? What?" and then laughed when I told her about it on the phone. I yelled "WHAT?! I can do stuff like that! I can carry stuff!" (A la Crispin Glover? "I'm strong! I can KICK!")
Then the hordes moved in from Boston. And what pleasant hordes they are! I saw showcase on Tuesday night, with a whole bunch of friends, and it was really nice. The Class of 2008 did a lovely job and seemed to be having fun....which is more than I can say for myself at this time last year. Ugh, showcase. Then we went over to Fort Greene for gossip and Chinese food....as Nitz said, 'Wouldn't it be nice if our lives were always like this?"
Yesterday, Jason and Craig and I took a series of sight-seeing strolls. I dragged them to the south side of Williamsburg (I didn't make them walk to the water to see Domino up close....I'm learning that's it not the hot tourist attraction for a lot of people that it is for me), where we ate hamentaschen... then we took the J to Canal and wandered around Chinatown, into Soho, into the West Village...Jason was cute and kept insisting on looking at the map to understand exactly where we had been walking, how we got there, etc. There was a lot of vehement statements from me, saying things like "We're walking SOUTH! I'm SURE of it!"which generally wound up being completely wrong. It was really nice to see them. Jason said he didn't care where we went, because it was just fun being together-- and he had his tongue in his cheek but I think he meant it, too. And I had to agree with him. Now, will all of you just fucking move to New York? THANK you.
I DRINK IT UP!
I saw There Will Be Blood the other night and that was the source of a lot of argument. Craig hated it and kept bringing parts of it up and saying "Okay, but seriously...wasn't
Then we went to the Helen Mills Theatre to see Sow and Weep. This is the third time I've seen the show and it really gets better and better and has GOTTEN better and bettter. When I think about the first draft that I ever saw, I am absolutely amazed at the progress Nitz has made. It was an alumni extravaganza and we all went out afterwards. The bartender forget about me, so I didn't pay for my beer. Karma? I don't know. I talked Presidents with Paolo, had pleasantly civil conversations with Ben, reveled in the glory that is Ava, and generally had a lovely time.
Then...then...then I took a cab home! Travel stipend, what what?!
Tonight, I see Katy's show. Tomorrow, my mom comes in the morning, I go to rehearsal at one, rehearse and rehearse until 8, which is SHOWTIME, then go to the "wrap" party, then get on an early-morning Chinatown bus with Jane (hoooooo boy), go to Massachusetts, party, party, come back on Sunday.
I am exhausted and exhilirated thinking about it already. I have so much to look forward to for the next couple of days, and I am trying to slow down and enjoy it.
Good.
DRINK IT UP!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Check it out:
The All-For-Nots!
Hooray.
(Also, please be sure to use your internet-savvy and click around to find Larry Hu's blog. It's partially-written by a really super-talented, beautiful, and creative BU grad that lives in Williamsburg whose middle name is Wilson. I don't know any more than that. lolz, lolz. But, uh....really.)
The All-For-Nots!
Hooray.
(Also, please be sure to use your internet-savvy and click around to find Larry Hu's blog. It's partially-written by a really super-talented, beautiful, and creative BU grad that lives in Williamsburg whose middle name is Wilson. I don't know any more than that. lolz, lolz. But, uh....really.)
Saturday, March 8, 2008
My heart beats so that I can hardly speak...
So many things to talk about.
First on the docket is this hilarious NY Times headline:
"Text Generation Gap: U R 2 Old (JK)"
That just made me laugh. A lot. It's the capitalization that makes me hysterical.
Anyway!
Reaching back a few days ago...
On March Fourth (the date is important later), I ventured into Long Island City, Queens, to Exile ("a Tammany Hall facsimile") for the first annual members-only party for The Society for a Subliminal State. Phew. The Society, founded by my dear friend Jesse and his friend/partner in crime Carrie Dashow, is the umbrella under which he conducted his tour of New York State this summer....where he wrote shape-note music about the Erie Canal. (Obviously, I loved this.) I became a member this summer and was invited to 'march forth' with them into a new year of subliminality. Or whatever that word would be.
What is now Exile started out as Peretti Hall, a hangout for mobsters, bootleggers, and wild folks back in the thirties and forties. It's a big old building that has a stage on the second floor, and a really beautiful hardwood bar with red, white and blue mirrors (installed when the Democratic party in LI City was in with the mob) behind it. The building deteriorated after days as a disco/punk club but has been revamped and now is sort of a live-in studio for a wide variety of artists, musicians, and the like. Needless to say, this place is crazy. (There was a black velvet painting of Vincent Price on the wall-- I was in heaven.) There were taxidermied crows, paintings of clowns, ancient display cases for theatrical posters filled with weird foreign-film paraphernalia...all sorts of crazy things.
I made the famous coconut cake (box cake, sweetened condensed milk, cream of coconut, toasted coconut, whipped cream....Justin says it's banned by the Geneva Convention) and met Lauren so we could go together. She brought a whole chicken. I brought my chicken purse. Bok bok. (Corny?) We arrived in time for some drinks (I favored "The Escarpment," which was Canadian Club Whiskey and VERNOR'S!) and the potluck, where we all introduced ourselves and told each other news. Lauren and I created a drinking game-- drink at the mention of any of the following phrases/words: vegetable-oil-powered car; biosphere; sustainable agriculture; green; environment; etc etc etc. We drank a lot. I said "Um.....I'm in a show? At Town Hall? Stoppard....?" We sang songs from the summer tour, went on the roof to admire the skyline, took the Subliminal Society oath, and listened to a lovely and thoughtful set from Nina Katchadourian and Hannah somebody, who played, among other things, Rocket Man, a song with lyrics taken from "Six Easy Pieces" (think isotopes), and a musical version of some hippy-dippy thing Jimmy Carter wrote to send into space. Amazing.
And I trekked back to Williamsburg, late in the evening, with the delightful Matt Raibert (who said our adventure was like "...the time they go to Queens on The Burg-- do you watch the Burg? You should. It's funny.") We tossed around words like 'profligate' and 'skinflint,' debated whether it's necessarily insanity that causes us to think we know everyone we see, and were basically goofy.
All in all: lovely.
And then I went to Boston.
So, I understand that if I lived in Boston and worked (didn't work, more like it) there and had to deal with it on a daily basis, it wouldn't seem like heaven. But coming from here, now, it seemed a little bit like the Promised Land. A land filled with Russian candy and iced yerba matte, burritos from Anna's and only a handful of fixed-gear hipsters. And a stupid public transportation system. I know I made the right choice in moving out of Boston, and specifically in moving to New York. I know this. But I have to say that surrounded by my friends, walking through Coolidge Corner and being back at CFA....it was tempting to just say "Hell, I'll just move back here. It's PRETTY here."
But really? I don't want that.
I had rehearsal right after I got there on Wednesday and it was surreal- trying to recall blocking from a year ago so that I'd fit in to what they've already been rehearsing for a few weeks, trying to remember the lines I recently dusted off in my brain...but also, it was sort of like I went back in time to the first time we did the show. All the same stupid jokes and silliness. Only this time around, Jim is 50 pounds skinnier.
After this, I went to Sunset for booze with Jeffry, Jason and Dave. We had the worst waiter in history who gave me $20 when I asked him for change for a ten. I felt guilty and returned it and the way he responded made it seem like it had been a test. Perhaps it was. Perhaps. It. Was.
And then the night was taken over by dinner at Tani's apartment in the South End with many friends, eating ice cream and watching "The King of Kong," which is now one my favorite movies. It is INCREDIBLE and I can't recommend it enough. I slept there (didn't sleep-- Karl and I stayed up half the night re-creating our stupid 'newlywed couple' routine that happens when we sleep in the same place) and in the morning we glutted ourselves at Charlie's. Then we walked around the South End, went leisurely shopping in Coolidge Corner, ate Russian goodies in a park...basically, had a delightful time.
And.....this is boring for anyone but me. Moving on!
Nitz and I saw Karl's show at BPT, "Gary," which was really interesting and full of stuff. And Karl played the bass in it and looked unbelievably cool. Yesterday I had lunch with Gordie ("Boston is kinda corny," says he) and Grace, then had four hours of rehearsal, tried on my sexy but stern, strict but attractive suit, and ran to the bus. I was home before midnight and fell asleep watching Garp. Life is good.
Today I ate pizza in the rain and had a crazy attack of sadness that lasted for about half an hour. And now I'm at work. The wind is making the door creak. I wish I had some candy.
Oh, also. My picture was in the NY Times. My head was as big as half a pea, but I was in there. Here's the information for my show:
Every Good Boy Deserves Favour
at The Town Hall
Friday, March 14th
8:00 pm
Ticket info:
http://www.bu.edu/cfa/incite/tickets.html
Let me know if you think you want to come. It's a fun show, it's short, and Tom Stoppard might be there. (If he is, I'm going to flash him from the stage. I told Jim and he said "Well, I'll be in the bar, so...")
And that is that.
First on the docket is this hilarious NY Times headline:
"Text Generation Gap: U R 2 Old (JK)"
That just made me laugh. A lot. It's the capitalization that makes me hysterical.
Anyway!
Reaching back a few days ago...
On March Fourth (the date is important later), I ventured into Long Island City, Queens, to Exile ("a Tammany Hall facsimile") for the first annual members-only party for The Society for a Subliminal State. Phew. The Society, founded by my dear friend Jesse and his friend/partner in crime Carrie Dashow, is the umbrella under which he conducted his tour of New York State this summer....where he wrote shape-note music about the Erie Canal. (Obviously, I loved this.) I became a member this summer and was invited to 'march forth' with them into a new year of subliminality. Or whatever that word would be.
What is now Exile started out as Peretti Hall, a hangout for mobsters, bootleggers, and wild folks back in the thirties and forties. It's a big old building that has a stage on the second floor, and a really beautiful hardwood bar with red, white and blue mirrors (installed when the Democratic party in LI City was in with the mob) behind it. The building deteriorated after days as a disco/punk club but has been revamped and now is sort of a live-in studio for a wide variety of artists, musicians, and the like. Needless to say, this place is crazy. (There was a black velvet painting of Vincent Price on the wall-- I was in heaven.) There were taxidermied crows, paintings of clowns, ancient display cases for theatrical posters filled with weird foreign-film paraphernalia...all sorts of crazy things.
I made the famous coconut cake (box cake, sweetened condensed milk, cream of coconut, toasted coconut, whipped cream....Justin says it's banned by the Geneva Convention) and met Lauren so we could go together. She brought a whole chicken. I brought my chicken purse. Bok bok. (Corny?) We arrived in time for some drinks (I favored "The Escarpment," which was Canadian Club Whiskey and VERNOR'S!) and the potluck, where we all introduced ourselves and told each other news. Lauren and I created a drinking game-- drink at the mention of any of the following phrases/words: vegetable-oil-powered car; biosphere; sustainable agriculture; green; environment; etc etc etc. We drank a lot. I said "Um.....I'm in a show? At Town Hall? Stoppard....?" We sang songs from the summer tour, went on the roof to admire the skyline, took the Subliminal Society oath, and listened to a lovely and thoughtful set from Nina Katchadourian and Hannah somebody, who played, among other things, Rocket Man, a song with lyrics taken from "Six Easy Pieces" (think isotopes), and a musical version of some hippy-dippy thing Jimmy Carter wrote to send into space. Amazing.
And I trekked back to Williamsburg, late in the evening, with the delightful Matt Raibert (who said our adventure was like "...the time they go to Queens on The Burg-- do you watch the Burg? You should. It's funny.") We tossed around words like 'profligate' and 'skinflint,' debated whether it's necessarily insanity that causes us to think we know everyone we see, and were basically goofy.
All in all: lovely.
And then I went to Boston.
So, I understand that if I lived in Boston and worked (didn't work, more like it) there and had to deal with it on a daily basis, it wouldn't seem like heaven. But coming from here, now, it seemed a little bit like the Promised Land. A land filled with Russian candy and iced yerba matte, burritos from Anna's and only a handful of fixed-gear hipsters. And a stupid public transportation system. I know I made the right choice in moving out of Boston, and specifically in moving to New York. I know this. But I have to say that surrounded by my friends, walking through Coolidge Corner and being back at CFA....it was tempting to just say "Hell, I'll just move back here. It's PRETTY here."
But really? I don't want that.
I had rehearsal right after I got there on Wednesday and it was surreal- trying to recall blocking from a year ago so that I'd fit in to what they've already been rehearsing for a few weeks, trying to remember the lines I recently dusted off in my brain...but also, it was sort of like I went back in time to the first time we did the show. All the same stupid jokes and silliness. Only this time around, Jim is 50 pounds skinnier.
After this, I went to Sunset for booze with Jeffry, Jason and Dave. We had the worst waiter in history who gave me $20 when I asked him for change for a ten. I felt guilty and returned it and the way he responded made it seem like it had been a test. Perhaps it was. Perhaps. It. Was.
And then the night was taken over by dinner at Tani's apartment in the South End with many friends, eating ice cream and watching "The King of Kong," which is now one my favorite movies. It is INCREDIBLE and I can't recommend it enough. I slept there (didn't sleep-- Karl and I stayed up half the night re-creating our stupid 'newlywed couple' routine that happens when we sleep in the same place) and in the morning we glutted ourselves at Charlie's. Then we walked around the South End, went leisurely shopping in Coolidge Corner, ate Russian goodies in a park...basically, had a delightful time.
And.....this is boring for anyone but me. Moving on!
Nitz and I saw Karl's show at BPT, "Gary," which was really interesting and full of stuff. And Karl played the bass in it and looked unbelievably cool. Yesterday I had lunch with Gordie ("Boston is kinda corny," says he) and Grace, then had four hours of rehearsal, tried on my sexy but stern, strict but attractive suit, and ran to the bus. I was home before midnight and fell asleep watching Garp. Life is good.
Today I ate pizza in the rain and had a crazy attack of sadness that lasted for about half an hour. And now I'm at work. The wind is making the door creak. I wish I had some candy.
Oh, also. My picture was in the NY Times. My head was as big as half a pea, but I was in there. Here's the information for my show:
Every Good Boy Deserves Favour
at The Town Hall
Friday, March 14th
8:00 pm
Ticket info:
http://www.bu.edu/cfa/incite
Let me know if you think you want to come. It's a fun show, it's short, and Tom Stoppard might be there. (If he is, I'm going to flash him from the stage. I told Jim and he said "Well, I'll be in the bar, so...")
And that is that.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
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