So some time has passed and I have to make this brief, seeing as we are leaving shortly for the Terra Cotta Warriors in Xi'an and celebrating New Years Even tonight. So at 11 am, it'll be 2008 in China.
I bought more Panda stuff. That's literally the only stuff I've purchased, besides food. It's funny right? I am such a pop culture junkie. I'll get my jade and charms later in the final town we go to.
I climbed the Great Wall, I even got my card proving it. It was amazing. Truly amazing. Such a great way to end the 2007 year. We kept climbing, I didn't get as high as others because I wanted to be back to the bus on time, I'm punctual, what can I say. But I got to the like the 5th gate house and decided that is where I'd mark my fame.
In China, Mao stated that anyone who climbs the Great Wall is a hero. So as of 2008 I am officially a hero!
In other news that happened. We went to a Pearl factory, the mock Beijing Opera, which was not that great. Had French Fries. Went to an Acrobatic show which WAS great. And then took a 12 hour train ride on a "not so fancy" train with cabin cars. I slept on the top bunk. The only time I've enjoyed being a top. Lots of people bitched and moaned. I couldn't care where I slept. Though I didn't sleep well, it was a beautiful experience as well.
More in the future...
Sunday, December 30
Friday, December 28
A Faggot Grows China - Part one
Hello from China...ina...ina...ina! So much so say and so little time to say it, really. First is the flight was insane! I can't believe I sat (and slept) for 15 hours! It was nuts, especially since we left at 1 am. So of course sleeping didn't come until 4/5 am. Which by then, no doubt we'd already cleared several time zones. Eventually time meshed together. It was dark the entire flight. As if we were traveling through and endless night. I listened to several musicals, but it was difficult seeing as my new headphones hurt my ears. I also didn't read as much Beckett as I would've enjoyed, nor learned as much Chinese that I anticipated.
Regardless I survived the flight, but it never occurred to me that I would be traveling basically for 48 hours. So I took one shower at 9 am on the 26th of December, only to realized I wouldn't be taking a shower until 2:30pm of the 28th. Yes, as I write this all, I write from the future!! I will be in 2008 before anyone else here.
The group is nice, I enjoy them. I do believe that I am the only gay on the trip. And what's more shocking is that I am chilling out with all the guys. I still get that feeling sometimes, because these are straight men, they can tell I'm gay. I mean I've already worn pink, talked in my East Hamptons accent and openly discussed my love for cock. Yet, sometimes I wonder if they are actually catching on...hmmmm.
Tomorrow is a super busy day. TiaMen Square, The Forbidden City and a Beijing Opera. Phew. I can't wait!!
But tonight is what matters. The tonight of the future that is. We went to Washington Street (after checking in at our hotel and getting buzzed off of Asian beer). Washington Street is basically Time Square, without the Broadway shows. Yet, they have the Olympics to brag about. Let me tell you, this city is getting all the work done it can for the Olympics! Adding subways and streets and a new airport, all before the summer.
My favorite thing about the Olympics this year is their mascot. I hope they show these commercials in America...I bought a T-shirt with the Yellow one, also know as YingYing. And I bought the Tall Man the blue one, named BeiBei, as a stuffed animal. He told me he wanted a panda in a pink bow. I feel as though I am one upping that request.
Lastly, before I go to bed, as I am tired and have an early day tomorrow. We went out to eat and decided to be authentic and get Turtle Soup. Why not? It should be great. After ordering it and watching the waitresses giggle at us. Perhaps it's the way I look or the way I act, they must think I'm insane! A waitress brought out a plastic bag and started asking us in Chinese if this was good. I had a moment of not know what was in this bag. Then I realized. A 1.7 lbs turtle (alive) was in there. We all sort of shook our heads yes...sure...who were we to judge? Then they returned moments later to tell us that it would take...50 minutes, which we thought they said 15 minutes.
Then we continued eating duck and such. Then all of the sudden they return, with the bag of the living turtle. The woman all look perplexed and stressed. She was pointing to her wrist and asking us if was wanted to keep the rug...ummm? What? She pointed to her wrist and said rug...Skin? I asked. No, rug! Rug!
Would we like to keep the blood...Apparently, Turtle Soup is served with the blood of the turtle in the broth. Well to that we said, no thank you. I know, we're not authentic. When is finally arrived it looked like this...
Here is the link to my Flickr site if you'd like to see more pictures...
Regardless I survived the flight, but it never occurred to me that I would be traveling basically for 48 hours. So I took one shower at 9 am on the 26th of December, only to realized I wouldn't be taking a shower until 2:30pm of the 28th. Yes, as I write this all, I write from the future!! I will be in 2008 before anyone else here.
The group is nice, I enjoy them. I do believe that I am the only gay on the trip. And what's more shocking is that I am chilling out with all the guys. I still get that feeling sometimes, because these are straight men, they can tell I'm gay. I mean I've already worn pink, talked in my East Hamptons accent and openly discussed my love for cock. Yet, sometimes I wonder if they are actually catching on...hmmmm.
Tomorrow is a super busy day. TiaMen Square, The Forbidden City and a Beijing Opera. Phew. I can't wait!!
But tonight is what matters. The tonight of the future that is. We went to Washington Street (after checking in at our hotel and getting buzzed off of Asian beer). Washington Street is basically Time Square, without the Broadway shows. Yet, they have the Olympics to brag about. Let me tell you, this city is getting all the work done it can for the Olympics! Adding subways and streets and a new airport, all before the summer.
My favorite thing about the Olympics this year is their mascot. I hope they show these commercials in America...I bought a T-shirt with the Yellow one, also know as YingYing. And I bought the Tall Man the blue one, named BeiBei, as a stuffed animal. He told me he wanted a panda in a pink bow. I feel as though I am one upping that request.
Lastly, before I go to bed, as I am tired and have an early day tomorrow. We went out to eat and decided to be authentic and get Turtle Soup. Why not? It should be great. After ordering it and watching the waitresses giggle at us. Perhaps it's the way I look or the way I act, they must think I'm insane! A waitress brought out a plastic bag and started asking us in Chinese if this was good. I had a moment of not know what was in this bag. Then I realized. A 1.7 lbs turtle (alive) was in there. We all sort of shook our heads yes...sure...who were we to judge? Then they returned moments later to tell us that it would take...50 minutes, which we thought they said 15 minutes.
Then we continued eating duck and such. Then all of the sudden they return, with the bag of the living turtle. The woman all look perplexed and stressed. She was pointing to her wrist and asking us if was wanted to keep the rug...ummm? What? She pointed to her wrist and said rug...Skin? I asked. No, rug! Rug!
Would we like to keep the blood...Apparently, Turtle Soup is served with the blood of the turtle in the broth. Well to that we said, no thank you. I know, we're not authentic. When is finally arrived it looked like this...
Here is the link to my Flickr site if you'd like to see more pictures...
Wednesday, December 26
China we go...
All packed almost. A China we go. Got more socks, got new headphones. Watching Taboo, which is wonderfully brilliant. The book is not as bad as I thought it would be. How everyone said the worst of it was the book. I mean it's no worse than Legally Blonde or Wicked.
The Tall Man called to wish me a good trip. I'd like to believe that he is secretly in love with me. I know better than that though. Either way it was a sweet gesture and I'll read into it. How I want to. I am going to try, when I get to China to write blog entries. I am pretty sure I will. I am also keeping a small hand journal too. For posterities sake.
Side Note: Watching Taboo high is one of those theatrical experiences I live for. The first act was beautiful, the second act is certainly a downer. I didn't know Boy George's life was so rough. I am sort of in love with it. I had to smoke all my weed before I go to China. That may explain more than I needed to.
I wish I had more profound things to say. I am thrilled and terrified. I feel twitchy and bitchy and manic! But alive! Yes, alive! Well, now that I've gotten my Applause quote of the day out of the way. I can focus on China. Apparently, twitchy, bitchy and manic are signs of being alive. I always thought they were feelings of meth addiction.
Should I masturbate before of after the flight? Or during? It's 13 hours...I will leave before the flight does, so it's longer than 13 hours. Oh goodness. Then there's to decide what's for dinner. My last Brooklyn Meal before I go. Oh no, Raul's going to over actively get beaten up by thugs. Look how he over acts with the bleeding. But I won't have a word said against him, Raul...
I hope there are plugs on the plane. I would wish. I want to watch DVDs on my computer. Judy Garland's Meet Me in St. Louis must be watched...Followed by A Star is Born.
I've let my last entry of 2007 in the United States. This could be my legacy and I am talking about the above things. I am sort of speechless and hope that someday someone will teach my new language using this entry as the base example. Like how they taught Terance to teach Latin in Rome.
4 pm. What will be next after China? That's the real question. Perhaps I'll get married. A girl I went to high school got married at 21. She's Mormon and has a blog. I love her because she's a witty Mormon, like Harper Pitt. Her husband is incredibly handsome too. She got lucky. She loved me in high school, I would really still hope she loves me now. Things change when you go to school.
Wow, Il Adore...I loved that song. What a way to end the show!!! WOW.
The Tall Man called to wish me a good trip. I'd like to believe that he is secretly in love with me. I know better than that though. Either way it was a sweet gesture and I'll read into it. How I want to. I am going to try, when I get to China to write blog entries. I am pretty sure I will. I am also keeping a small hand journal too. For posterities sake.
Side Note: Watching Taboo high is one of those theatrical experiences I live for. The first act was beautiful, the second act is certainly a downer. I didn't know Boy George's life was so rough. I am sort of in love with it. I had to smoke all my weed before I go to China. That may explain more than I needed to.
I wish I had more profound things to say. I am thrilled and terrified. I feel twitchy and bitchy and manic! But alive! Yes, alive! Well, now that I've gotten my Applause quote of the day out of the way. I can focus on China. Apparently, twitchy, bitchy and manic are signs of being alive. I always thought they were feelings of meth addiction.
Should I masturbate before of after the flight? Or during? It's 13 hours...I will leave before the flight does, so it's longer than 13 hours. Oh goodness. Then there's to decide what's for dinner. My last Brooklyn Meal before I go. Oh no, Raul's going to over actively get beaten up by thugs. Look how he over acts with the bleeding. But I won't have a word said against him, Raul...
I hope there are plugs on the plane. I would wish. I want to watch DVDs on my computer. Judy Garland's Meet Me in St. Louis must be watched...Followed by A Star is Born.
I've let my last entry of 2007 in the United States. This could be my legacy and I am talking about the above things. I am sort of speechless and hope that someday someone will teach my new language using this entry as the base example. Like how they taught Terance to teach Latin in Rome.
4 pm. What will be next after China? That's the real question. Perhaps I'll get married. A girl I went to high school got married at 21. She's Mormon and has a blog. I love her because she's a witty Mormon, like Harper Pitt. Her husband is incredibly handsome too. She got lucky. She loved me in high school, I would really still hope she loves me now. Things change when you go to school.
Wow, Il Adore...I loved that song. What a way to end the show!!! WOW.
Tuesday, December 25
Merry Christmas
Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now
Beckett - Endgame
Judy Garland - Meet Me In St.Louis & A Star Is Born
Cellas - Cherry Cordials
China Trip - Tomorrow
These are the things that have made my Christmas bearable. Honorable mention goes to Kate Winslet, Kiki & Herb, pot and mimosa.
I got long underwear too. It was a quick minute being home, as it often is. Someday I'll go home for a week straight. A whole week! My mom cried kissing me goodbye. I cried watching Love Actually a second time.
Sweeney Todd wasn't that good, but new in tradition to help tie my bond with my younger sister, we must see a scary movie. Sweeney didn't necessarily need to be turned into a movie. The stage version is stellar enough. Johnny could only sing one note. Helena was good, but not the ideal that Lovett could be. Or has been preformed once by Ms. Landsbury and then reinvented by Patti Lu.
Tomorrow I want to get pizza from the place I love down the street. One last hurrah in Brooklyn before traveling to China. Take that Gentleman Caller who once tried to advise me from going! Whoa, where did that come from?! Who knows, right?
Better entry tomorrow before I travel to the orient. Hope there isn't a murder on it?!
Beckett - Endgame
Judy Garland - Meet Me In St.Louis & A Star Is Born
Cellas - Cherry Cordials
China Trip - Tomorrow
These are the things that have made my Christmas bearable. Honorable mention goes to Kate Winslet, Kiki & Herb, pot and mimosa.
I got long underwear too. It was a quick minute being home, as it often is. Someday I'll go home for a week straight. A whole week! My mom cried kissing me goodbye. I cried watching Love Actually a second time.
Sweeney Todd wasn't that good, but new in tradition to help tie my bond with my younger sister, we must see a scary movie. Sweeney didn't necessarily need to be turned into a movie. The stage version is stellar enough. Johnny could only sing one note. Helena was good, but not the ideal that Lovett could be. Or has been preformed once by Ms. Landsbury and then reinvented by Patti Lu.
Tomorrow I want to get pizza from the place I love down the street. One last hurrah in Brooklyn before traveling to China. Take that Gentleman Caller who once tried to advise me from going! Whoa, where did that come from?! Who knows, right?
Better entry tomorrow before I travel to the orient. Hope there isn't a murder on it?!
Monday, December 24
Holday Cheer Pt 3
Sleeping on the night before holidays has never went well for me. I try, but I feel so anxious. I took some kind of sleeping supplement, I bought it for the trip to China. It'll hopefully help. If not, then it's gonna be a slow boat to China...as the phrase goes. This time literally.
I saw Sweeney Todd the movie tonight. Eh. That's all I can really say. It was about ten minutes in that I realized it was never meant for the screen. The show is genius, the lyrics are brilliant. It moved way to quickly to really feel anything. Plus watching Mrs. Lovett burn up was almost comical to watch. I was happy that Toby was defined as a boy, rather than a man child.
Christmas is a strange season. As usual, I was home for about 30 seconds and now I'm leaving again. I'll be with my family on Christmas, which is nice. I'll drink a little and feel all tipsy. Before the day is done I'll be bus bound to Brooklyn. Then the next day to relax and pack. Then to JFK to go to China.
There wasn't a day this weekend that I slept in past 8:45, which is odd. What is wrong with me? Why can't I sleep in anymore? Maybe I'll do that on the 26th, seeing as I don't have to go to the gym.
This Christmas shall not be difficult. I feel as if there's always some anthill to climb, yet it feels like a mountain. Why is that? Little Children, I felt just like Kate Winslet. We live on dreams. The scene where she is spying on Patrick Wilson and sees his wife and just bursts into tears. I've felt that before. She makes a simple affair into an infatuation, how typical of the dreamers of life.
I think it's time to TRY to sleep. Perhaps Beckett will push me into dreamland. I haven't enjoyed my dreams since I've been home. Hopefully tonight will not continue the trend.
I saw Sweeney Todd the movie tonight. Eh. That's all I can really say. It was about ten minutes in that I realized it was never meant for the screen. The show is genius, the lyrics are brilliant. It moved way to quickly to really feel anything. Plus watching Mrs. Lovett burn up was almost comical to watch. I was happy that Toby was defined as a boy, rather than a man child.
Christmas is a strange season. As usual, I was home for about 30 seconds and now I'm leaving again. I'll be with my family on Christmas, which is nice. I'll drink a little and feel all tipsy. Before the day is done I'll be bus bound to Brooklyn. Then the next day to relax and pack. Then to JFK to go to China.
There wasn't a day this weekend that I slept in past 8:45, which is odd. What is wrong with me? Why can't I sleep in anymore? Maybe I'll do that on the 26th, seeing as I don't have to go to the gym.
This Christmas shall not be difficult. I feel as if there's always some anthill to climb, yet it feels like a mountain. Why is that? Little Children, I felt just like Kate Winslet. We live on dreams. The scene where she is spying on Patrick Wilson and sees his wife and just bursts into tears. I've felt that before. She makes a simple affair into an infatuation, how typical of the dreamers of life.
I think it's time to TRY to sleep. Perhaps Beckett will push me into dreamland. I haven't enjoyed my dreams since I've been home. Hopefully tonight will not continue the trend.
The longing to touch, to be touched...
I'm watching Little Children. I'm enjoying it enough. Patrick Wilson is gorgeous, dreamlike beautiful. Someone I'd dream of and wake up the next morning with a smile on my face. Plus Kate Winslet is genius...And I just watched them having sex and saw Patrick's ass. I am set for the day.Patrick: What does Richard [her husband] do for himself?
Kate: Lies...
As stated last night, I'm suffering from the Christmas Blues. Slight loneliness, followed by frustration. I mean, as I said last night. It'll pass. I just hate the feeling sometimes, as all of us do. The one thing I get sick of is uncertainty. Sure I'm able to feel comfortable with the Tall Man...or some other guy. For one day, [possibly one day a week as it has been]. Then after that the rest is thrown to the wind.
I am trying to grow more comfortable with independent monogamy. I made that phrase up, can you tell? Something along the lines of meeting someone I can feel great with, but then go for days or weeks at a time living my own life. No hassle to really worry about, but to know they are there and want to be with me.
This is why I sometimes content myself with being a spinster. As the urban dictionary puts it though, a male spinster is a Ginnywoman...uh what? I'm digressing. I am like a spinster by way of Summer & Smoke and The Eccentricities of a Nightingale. I can do the sex, very well. Yet, when I get close to possibility of relationships I turn afraid because they can't be morphed into what my mind wants them to be.
So I find the ones that want emotional distance and I play my games based off of it. I'm one loopy case though, I know that much.
Sunday, December 23
Holday Cheer Pt 2
This is the year for Jason's Bar Mitzvah...I mean Christmas.
Last night, I held a little party with old and newer friends. It went smashingly, nice quiet evening with Mimosas and wine and a game of Celebrity.
I watched Love Actually with my mother. It made me cry it was so beautiful cheesy. I don't know if I mentioned I watched it Thursday as well, with the Tall Man. I cried in front of him too. Which made me feel a little awkward. I mean is it just sex? Is it something more? I am not 100% sure, but I just cried in front of you. That makes me feel strange.
So I've decided to go a different route and just say Down With Love. Down with cupid and his stupid arrows. Etc. It's no point in hurting myself again.
As you can tell tonight I am filled with pre-Christmas loneliness. Which seems the theme of the night.
Last night, I held a little party with old and newer friends. It went smashingly, nice quiet evening with Mimosas and wine and a game of Celebrity.
I watched Love Actually with my mother. It made me cry it was so beautiful cheesy. I don't know if I mentioned I watched it Thursday as well, with the Tall Man. I cried in front of him too. Which made me feel a little awkward. I mean is it just sex? Is it something more? I am not 100% sure, but I just cried in front of you. That makes me feel strange.
So I've decided to go a different route and just say Down With Love. Down with cupid and his stupid arrows. Etc. It's no point in hurting myself again.
As you can tell tonight I am filled with pre-Christmas loneliness. Which seems the theme of the night.
Saturday, December 22
Holiday Cheer Begins now...
Have yourself a Merry Little...little...um...what's PC nowadays? I know, have yourself a Merry Little Holiday Season, Ha(o), Ha(o), Ha(o).
Moving along...moving along. I am home for Christmas, the bus ride was taxing. The Tall Man tried to talk me into calling into work so we could cuddle until I left. Excuse me? He wanted to cuddle all morning? Because I'm a responsible person I declined. I feel that early goodbyes are better than later ones. As Shakespeare once said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." Of course later, at work, I was kicking myself for NOT calling in.
I am ready to leave my job. I was sitting there yesterday doing work and when I told my boss I was leaving she looks at me and goes, "Wait...I thought you said you're leaving at 5?" When it was 4 pm. Even though two weeks before she said, "Do 10 to 4 pm shift...it'll be 6 hours." Cause I gave her...HER...the choice I said, "I can catch the 4:30 or 5:30 bus...but I'll need time." She picked 5:30 and then suggested the 10-4 work day. I know she isn't expected to remember everything about my life, but it annoys me. I could've said, "I'm not coming in...I'm going home..." Yet, I didn't. In short, without complaining TO much...I hate my job.
So I've pretty much decided I'm leaving May 1st. I mean two weeks is ample notice. Yet, I would like to possibly save some money. Yet, I am acting backwards that I'm not waiting until after summer. I just cannot be there through summer. I hate it. I should enjoy my job a little. I feel very liberated about this choice!!
I usually refrain from writing about the men in my life, unless they are causing me grief. I will break this rule because of China and I am not going to see this man. So I will have time to forget him. He is very sexy. The communication is there and the sexual attraction is definitely there. It's been a while since I've felt this for a man. Meaning that something is stirring in the background. Some feelings will happen that aren't needed. Stay tuned...Yet, until then I will enjoy this man who actually lives nearby me immensely. On Thursday we watch Love Actually. A movie I thought I'd hate and ended up bursting into tears in front of him. I couldn't help it, the movie is so adorable.
Lastly, Broadway News:
I have some more wonderful bootlegs. I got them the day I left, Christmas came early!
These are the titles I got:
Meanwhile, the first one I watched last night was Nine. I had to in honor of my Anita!! Now first off I need to say Nine is probably one of the most brilliant musicals I've ever seen. The score is normal, the story is normal. However, this 1982 production is so stylized it's amazing! Though I am not crazy about William Ivey Long's costumes, this show was one of the moments I am crazy about them. I wondered for years (yes I wonder about these things) how Dreamgirls lost to Nine. After last night I know why. Dreamgirls is amazing, true. Nine is original though. It's fully thought out. It was one of the early movie musicals and should have set the example of what movie musicals should strive to be...yet it didn't.
Then to add more to this viewing. At the end of the show I noticed there was still 20 minutes of running time of the DVD. The screen was blue and suddenly I realized the guy who made this DVD added some extra footage. First was a TV segment from a NY TV show called 2 On The Town. Where they interviewed Anita Morris!! It was godly! They had some clips of A Call From the Vatican and of her dancing with Grover and Jason. Then to add more the next clip was of Anita singing Private Dancer on the Johnny Carson Show. Now I'll admit it's not my favorite moment of Anita, but it was transcending my fandom for her. To see such a rare clip was like seeing God.
P.S.
Barbara Walsh singing I'm Breaking Down is great and it's sad they never made a Broadway Cast version of Falsettos. Tsk. Tsk.
Moving along...moving along. I am home for Christmas, the bus ride was taxing. The Tall Man tried to talk me into calling into work so we could cuddle until I left. Excuse me? He wanted to cuddle all morning? Because I'm a responsible person I declined. I feel that early goodbyes are better than later ones. As Shakespeare once said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." Of course later, at work, I was kicking myself for NOT calling in.
I am ready to leave my job. I was sitting there yesterday doing work and when I told my boss I was leaving she looks at me and goes, "Wait...I thought you said you're leaving at 5?" When it was 4 pm. Even though two weeks before she said, "Do 10 to 4 pm shift...it'll be 6 hours." Cause I gave her...HER...the choice I said, "I can catch the 4:30 or 5:30 bus...but I'll need time." She picked 5:30 and then suggested the 10-4 work day. I know she isn't expected to remember everything about my life, but it annoys me. I could've said, "I'm not coming in...I'm going home..." Yet, I didn't. In short, without complaining TO much...I hate my job.
So I've pretty much decided I'm leaving May 1st. I mean two weeks is ample notice. Yet, I would like to possibly save some money. Yet, I am acting backwards that I'm not waiting until after summer. I just cannot be there through summer. I hate it. I should enjoy my job a little. I feel very liberated about this choice!!
I usually refrain from writing about the men in my life, unless they are causing me grief. I will break this rule because of China and I am not going to see this man. So I will have time to forget him. He is very sexy. The communication is there and the sexual attraction is definitely there. It's been a while since I've felt this for a man. Meaning that something is stirring in the background. Some feelings will happen that aren't needed. Stay tuned...Yet, until then I will enjoy this man who actually lives nearby me immensely. On Thursday we watch Love Actually. A movie I thought I'd hate and ended up bursting into tears in front of him. I couldn't help it, the movie is so adorable.
This is why I don't watch Romantic comedies. I stick to horror...
Lastly, Broadway News:
I have some more wonderful bootlegs. I got them the day I left, Christmas came early!
These are the titles I got:
- Nine (original 1982)
- Falsettos
- Starmites
- The Last Five Years
- Smile the Musical
- Taboo
- Evita (Original, it's in B&W though...hehe)
- Merrily We Roll Along (Original)
Meanwhile, the first one I watched last night was Nine. I had to in honor of my Anita!! Now first off I need to say Nine is probably one of the most brilliant musicals I've ever seen. The score is normal, the story is normal. However, this 1982 production is so stylized it's amazing! Though I am not crazy about William Ivey Long's costumes, this show was one of the moments I am crazy about them. I wondered for years (yes I wonder about these things) how Dreamgirls lost to Nine. After last night I know why. Dreamgirls is amazing, true. Nine is original though. It's fully thought out. It was one of the early movie musicals and should have set the example of what movie musicals should strive to be...yet it didn't.
Karen Akers, Anita Morris, Raul Julia and yes, even that cunt Lilian Montevecchi impressed me.
Then to add more to this viewing. At the end of the show I noticed there was still 20 minutes of running time of the DVD. The screen was blue and suddenly I realized the guy who made this DVD added some extra footage. First was a TV segment from a NY TV show called 2 On The Town. Where they interviewed Anita Morris!! It was godly! They had some clips of A Call From the Vatican and of her dancing with Grover and Jason. Then to add more the next clip was of Anita singing Private Dancer on the Johnny Carson Show. Now I'll admit it's not my favorite moment of Anita, but it was transcending my fandom for her. To see such a rare clip was like seeing God.
Anita Morris Rant Ended.
P.S.
Barbara Walsh singing I'm Breaking Down is great and it's sad they never made a Broadway Cast version of Falsettos. Tsk. Tsk.
Thursday, December 20
Insomnia Blues
There's something about Nell Carter screaming at who I imagine to be Michael Bennett in an early demo recording of One Night Only, that makes me smile like a giddy school girl.
I am too eager to sleep. Tomorrow I have one final (granted I'd like to attend the gym) and then I'm spending my last day in Brooklyn with the Tall Man. This makes me immensely content. It's been a long while that kissing someone has made me feel warm. Which therefore means it will end disastrously.
I've been watching movie trailers: Prince Caspian, Funny Games U.S. and Cloverfield all look VERY good. Of course the next movie on my list is Sweeney Todd, it will be seen before China. I listened to the soundtrack and nodded approvingly. I think a lot of it's to be felt and seen in the movie itself. The soundtrack sounded scarce. I can say though that I love Toby actually being a BOY. Not some man-child like the original. Also the switching of Joanna before God That's Good!
Samuel Beckett is my new love of life. I can't explain why. He speaks to me in ways many authors haven't. I think, years ago, when I first read Waiting for Godot and kids in high school poo-poo'd it. How could I not feel that this is what "good" writing isn't.
Now this may come off as extremely nerdy, or ridiculous. I'll let you be the judge. I cannot wait, I have actually felt anticipation too, to read Beckett's plays. Like I am finishing Molloy as we speak. I will never think about sucking stones the same way again. Or the infinite ways they can be placed in coat pockets.
I am too eager to sleep. Tomorrow I have one final (granted I'd like to attend the gym) and then I'm spending my last day in Brooklyn with the Tall Man. This makes me immensely content. It's been a long while that kissing someone has made me feel warm. Which therefore means it will end disastrously.
I've been watching movie trailers: Prince Caspian, Funny Games U.S. and Cloverfield all look VERY good. Of course the next movie on my list is Sweeney Todd, it will be seen before China. I listened to the soundtrack and nodded approvingly. I think a lot of it's to be felt and seen in the movie itself. The soundtrack sounded scarce. I can say though that I love Toby actually being a BOY. Not some man-child like the original. Also the switching of Joanna before God That's Good!
Samuel Beckett is my new love of life. I can't explain why. He speaks to me in ways many authors haven't. I think, years ago, when I first read Waiting for Godot and kids in high school poo-poo'd it. How could I not feel that this is what "good" writing isn't.
Now this may come off as extremely nerdy, or ridiculous. I'll let you be the judge. I cannot wait, I have actually felt anticipation too, to read Beckett's plays. Like I am finishing Molloy as we speak. I will never think about sucking stones the same way again. Or the infinite ways they can be placed in coat pockets.
Wednesday, December 19
Flower Drum Song
In case you were wondering here is what I'll be doing in China for a month...for those of you who don't realize...I am going to China in a week:
Just click on it to see a bigger version.
Hair Blog: The short files
So time for an experiment in committal issues and trying something new. I am going to see how long I can grow my hair until I get tired and cut it, or donate it to locks for love or whatever. I am posting these pics of my new hair cut too as proof of the beginning phases.
Front
Left Side
Right Side
Overhead Sexy shot
Front
Left Side
Right Side
Overhead Sexy shotTuesday, December 18
Some Thoughts on Matters...
As I walk down the streets of Park Slope in this chilly weather, in my stolen coat that fits well, but is missing a button. I tend to be distracted by my shadow, which I agree sounds ridiculous and is playing the old saying. Yet, I can't help that I have a nice silhouette, especially since the way the coat shapes my body. I walk forward without looking up for moments at a time. I am not trying to be immodest, these thoughts come naturally.
Another feeling that comes in this chilly weather, is the want to be naked. Not necessarily naked, but scantily clad. I have the feeling of wanting to be in underwear or less lying on a warm bed. I don't think I am actually sensual at all, I more or less believe that I am sensually deficient. I need others to get a fix. Don't get me wrong, I am wonderful at displaying sensuality to others with touch and breath, but when not helped by a catalyst. I am utterly unable.
Another feeling that comes in this chilly weather, is the want to be naked. Not necessarily naked, but scantily clad. I have the feeling of wanting to be in underwear or less lying on a warm bed. I don't think I am actually sensual at all, I more or less believe that I am sensually deficient. I need others to get a fix. Don't get me wrong, I am wonderful at displaying sensuality to others with touch and breath, but when not helped by a catalyst. I am utterly unable.
Monday, December 17
Growing up is hard to do
I just made my first payment on my credit card! This means I'm turning into an adult...right? It's exciting because that means I'll be building a credit line and that someday I will qualify for a lease! Baby steps, baby steps. It makes wanting to leave my job difficult because well you can't make credit card payments when you have no income...well you can...can you?
Today was a Christmas party at my job, speaking of work. I drank as much wine as I could possibly and I did financial printing while slightly drunk. Yes BlackRock, I am making edits and typesetting your 497 forms...drunk. Take that! It was fun, except for the fact that I can't really stand most of the people I work with. It's all older middle aged men whom I have nothing to discuss. I don't talk about sports, tits or anything of that subject matter.
If I mentioned something like Patti LuPone Live at Les Mouches, they might have lynched me right there in the office. By the way I finally obtained that recording. I appreciate Leslie Kritzer's performance of it now cause she really captured a young Patti debuting in the city we call New York. I also find it funny that the Leslie version of the CD will not be coming out because Ms. LuPone promptly said, "Tell Ms. Kritzer to get her OWN act!" No one can really perform Heaven Is A Disco like Patti can though.
Friday can't come fast enough, but I know it will come soon. I will be done with the semester (save for the incomplete) and heading home to NYC. Not before having one last goodbye to the Tall Man. I enjoy his company and his body. We have this fun flirt-y thing going on, but I dare not take it another step because that would mean fucking it up...once again.
My dear friend, Britt, has finally revealed her whereabouts, as she hadn't returned any calls to me for the last month or so. Finals at Pratt for I.D. majors is difficult so I understand. I miss her though. More than I can possibly say. Needless to say we are meeting tomorrow to be ladies who lunch.
Today was a Christmas party at my job, speaking of work. I drank as much wine as I could possibly and I did financial printing while slightly drunk. Yes BlackRock, I am making edits and typesetting your 497 forms...drunk. Take that! It was fun, except for the fact that I can't really stand most of the people I work with. It's all older middle aged men whom I have nothing to discuss. I don't talk about sports, tits or anything of that subject matter.
If I mentioned something like Patti LuPone Live at Les Mouches, they might have lynched me right there in the office. By the way I finally obtained that recording. I appreciate Leslie Kritzer's performance of it now cause she really captured a young Patti debuting in the city we call New York. I also find it funny that the Leslie version of the CD will not be coming out because Ms. LuPone promptly said, "Tell Ms. Kritzer to get her OWN act!" No one can really perform Heaven Is A Disco like Patti can though.
Friday can't come fast enough, but I know it will come soon. I will be done with the semester (save for the incomplete) and heading home to NYC. Not before having one last goodbye to the Tall Man. I enjoy his company and his body. We have this fun flirt-y thing going on, but I dare not take it another step because that would mean fucking it up...once again.
My dear friend, Britt, has finally revealed her whereabouts, as she hadn't returned any calls to me for the last month or so. Finals at Pratt for I.D. majors is difficult so I understand. I miss her though. More than I can possibly say. Needless to say we are meeting tomorrow to be ladies who lunch.
You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me. Come rain or come shine.
If you ever lose a child...watch out
In reference to my pillow:
12:31:59 PM E.Iguana: haha I know, but it's like I lost a child
12:32:25 PM Friend: right, someone somewhere out there is using to masturbate
12:32:58 PM E.Iguana: Wait people use children to masturbate on them?!
12:33:04 PM E.Iguana: I meant that they've been kidnapped
12:33:10 PM Friend: lol, right
12:31:59 PM E.Iguana: haha I know, but it's like I lost a child
12:32:25 PM Friend: right, someone somewhere out there is using to masturbate
12:32:58 PM E.Iguana: Wait people use children to masturbate on them?!
12:33:04 PM E.Iguana: I meant that they've been kidnapped
12:33:10 PM Friend: lol, right
Sunday, December 16
Patti LuPone's Storytime
She's in costume GETTING Angela's signature. I love it!Patti Speaks:
Thank you...I'm not the only performer in my family. I come from a long line of Thespians. Another currently employed THESPIAN is my brother, Robert LuPone...*claps* Robert will be so PLEASED!
When we were growing up, we had as all children have: Active imaginations. And to exercise them, all the neighborhood kids would congregate in a pine grove. This was our place. Our parents didn't know where we were going...where we WENT. This was OUR place.
There was a little tiny path, for little tiny people to walk into. And when we were in there we would sit on the floor. We could see out but nobody could see in. We used to sit on the floor...and we would plot and dream and tell stories.
And we would prick our fingers and mix our blood and become blood-brothers and blood-sisters. Do you remember that? Do you REMEMBER that? *laughs* I still remember my blood-sisters...There was so much RESPONSIBILITY having a blood sista...
In honor of the pillow that never was...
Thank you to Robbie for this...
Finals Thoughts
In the midst of Finals I am taking a small break to write a quick entry. The Patti LuPone Pillow drama, I will not allow it to defeat me. I couldn't find it, for it is TRULY lost. I will get the INC and go on with my life as it was meant to be. That's the best I can do. Granted I had my usual insomnia attack, but I overcame.
Insomnia is more cracked up than people make it seem. When I can't sleep I feel oh so stressed it's true. Then for a moment I realize I'm in some sort of elite percentage. Fie on those who sleep soundly. It just makes you feel much more unique than those who pretend their lives aren't without strife.
In my finals and trying to plan theater for my return to the states. Oh listen to me, talking like a world traveler already. Anyway, I am thrilled because I will be seeing Happy Days by Beckett at BAM, starring Fiona Shaw, also know as Aunt Petunia from the Harry Potter movies. For those of you who don't know the play is basically a long monologue performed by a woman who in the first act is buried up to her waist in sand. Then the second act she's buried up to her head in sand. I've always wanted to see a production of it.
I just bought Beckett's collection of plays. So I will be reading it very soon. His novel, Molloy, is probably one of the most genius pieces of writing I've ever read. Some how his use of language makes sense to me. I do admit it takes will to read on. When Molloy went on about the pebbles I was entranced, where to keep them and his logic of the pockets. Then part two started and it totally fucked with my mind.
Then in my excitement, for I truly love BAM now and the great theater is gives me. I wanted to see the new production of Hansel & Gretel at the Met Opera. For The Met I can only afford the tickets that sit up in Heaven. I can't see well from Heaven. Too bright.
I found out at BAM they how TV showings of it for 22 bucks. It's brilliant. Like the professionally tape the operas to show and probably for archive reasons. So I'm going to that too...
Lastly, I hope when I go home I can make a tattoo visit: I've always loved Joan Miro so I wanted to get this...
The little creature and the stars. A great introduction to color if I do say so
myself...
P.S. I just helped my friend get a connection for 'shrooms...does that make me a drug pusher?
Insomnia is more cracked up than people make it seem. When I can't sleep I feel oh so stressed it's true. Then for a moment I realize I'm in some sort of elite percentage. Fie on those who sleep soundly. It just makes you feel much more unique than those who pretend their lives aren't without strife.
In my finals and trying to plan theater for my return to the states. Oh listen to me, talking like a world traveler already. Anyway, I am thrilled because I will be seeing Happy Days by Beckett at BAM, starring Fiona Shaw, also know as Aunt Petunia from the Harry Potter movies. For those of you who don't know the play is basically a long monologue performed by a woman who in the first act is buried up to her waist in sand. Then the second act she's buried up to her head in sand. I've always wanted to see a production of it.
I just bought Beckett's collection of plays. So I will be reading it very soon. His novel, Molloy, is probably one of the most genius pieces of writing I've ever read. Some how his use of language makes sense to me. I do admit it takes will to read on. When Molloy went on about the pebbles I was entranced, where to keep them and his logic of the pockets. Then part two started and it totally fucked with my mind.
Then in my excitement, for I truly love BAM now and the great theater is gives me. I wanted to see the new production of Hansel & Gretel at the Met Opera. For The Met I can only afford the tickets that sit up in Heaven. I can't see well from Heaven. Too bright.
I found out at BAM they how TV showings of it for 22 bucks. It's brilliant. Like the professionally tape the operas to show and probably for archive reasons. So I'm going to that too...
Lastly, I hope when I go home I can make a tattoo visit: I've always loved Joan Miro so I wanted to get this...
The little creature and the stars. A great introduction to color if I do say so
myself...
P.S. I just helped my friend get a connection for 'shrooms...does that make me a drug pusher?
Saturday, December 15
Marion Williams
Now, I'm not one for God's music. Yet, Marion Williams has transformed that a touch. In other words this whole missing a pillow thing had FUCKED me up emotionally. I was so on track with finals, everything was turning out well. Then to have this road bump, I just feel defeated. Absolutely defeated.
The Ballad of the Patti LuPone Pillow
Anecdote time:
I sit here looking at the backside of my Patti LuPone pillow. Where just yesterday for the third time, I finally sewed in the zipper. It isn't the best job, but I managed to managed to make a zipper. I admit this pillow has been the bane of my finals. I have pressed on though, appliqueing Patti's head to the fabric (from Evita). I have spent a while cross stitching "LuPone Sweet LuPone" into the front. I was one E away from finishing that and then all I'd need to do is sew the front and back together.
Cut and stitch to yesterday. I brought the front part of my pillow into work to finish the embroidering. I sat throughout work focusing on finishing it. I even looked at my little canvas bag, which I keep all my sewing items in and thought, "You're going to lose this today." Like the prophet I am. I tried to deny my prediction by telling myself that because I thought of that scenario it can't happen now. I have prepared myself for it.
In my excitement to get to the Tall Man's apartment I left work. In my daze of leaving work I am torn. Half of me says I slung the canvas bag over my shoulder (as I often do) and went on my way. The other half was high on cocaine apparently to give a viable story. I arrive to Tall Man's place and I am offered a bowl. Which I gladly accept and he makes a joke about how I was working on my pillow. In my happiness I explain, "Oh I have it here! I can show you!"
Now ladies and gentleman, Iguana's distress sung by Patti LuPone herself:
Who knows if it'll turn up. I'll take the incomplete, email my teacher to give her a heads up and go to China regardless. I'll make a new one, when I return. I think I'll start from scratch and just make a much more simple and less complex pillow...Yes, I'll do JUST that. Like children, pillows can be replaced. Then I'll work on getting my own TV show on Fox based off the scandal this will produce.
I sit here looking at the backside of my Patti LuPone pillow. Where just yesterday for the third time, I finally sewed in the zipper. It isn't the best job, but I managed to managed to make a zipper. I admit this pillow has been the bane of my finals. I have pressed on though, appliqueing Patti's head to the fabric (from Evita). I have spent a while cross stitching "LuPone Sweet LuPone" into the front. I was one E away from finishing that and then all I'd need to do is sew the front and back together.
Cut and stitch to yesterday. I brought the front part of my pillow into work to finish the embroidering. I sat throughout work focusing on finishing it. I even looked at my little canvas bag, which I keep all my sewing items in and thought, "You're going to lose this today." Like the prophet I am. I tried to deny my prediction by telling myself that because I thought of that scenario it can't happen now. I have prepared myself for it.
In my excitement to get to the Tall Man's apartment I left work. In my daze of leaving work I am torn. Half of me says I slung the canvas bag over my shoulder (as I often do) and went on my way. The other half was high on cocaine apparently to give a viable story. I arrive to Tall Man's place and I am offered a bowl. Which I gladly accept and he makes a joke about how I was working on my pillow. In my happiness I explain, "Oh I have it here! I can show you!"
Now ladies and gentleman, Iguana's distress sung by Patti LuPone herself:
A desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Someplace better than were you've been
A coffee machine that needs some fixin'
In a little cafe just around the bend
Chorus:
I am calling you
Can't you hear me?
I am calling you
A hot dry wind blows right through me
The baby's crying and I can't sleep
But we both know that a change is coming
Come on closer, sweet release
Chorus
Someplace better than were you've been
A coffee machine that needs some fixin'
In a little cafe just around the bend
Chorus:
I am calling you
Can't you hear me?
I am calling you
A hot dry wind blows right through me
The baby's crying and I can't sleep
But we both know that a change is coming
Come on closer, sweet release
Chorus
So the panic began, just as the highness began. The Tall Man was ever so polite to deal with a wreck. I actually handled it pretty well. I felt like one of those mothers who kill their baby and then pretend they were kidnapped or that someone else killed them. It's true I was unhappy with the pillow, but I never wished that it would disappear like that! I should go on CNN and make my plea now because people start to get suspicious!
I am taking every precaution to find it. As most guilty parties do. I retraced all my steps to the subway station, in perfect detail too. As if I'd planned it all out ahead of time. I called work and asked them if they found it anywhere, specifically the bathroom and the places where people leave their bags. Two locations I knew it wouldn't be. I asked the woman at the booth in the subway station if anyone turned it in and I am going to check back at work today on last time. Regardless that I know they won't be there.
I am taking every precaution to find it. As most guilty parties do. I retraced all my steps to the subway station, in perfect detail too. As if I'd planned it all out ahead of time. I called work and asked them if they found it anywhere, specifically the bathroom and the places where people leave their bags. Two locations I knew it wouldn't be. I asked the woman at the booth in the subway station if anyone turned it in and I am going to check back at work today on last time. Regardless that I know they won't be there.
You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
You can reach me by sail boat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down the slope, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, surely you would be closer
I need you closer oh closer
You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man yeah
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
I don't care, I need you right here right now
I need you right here right now right by my side
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't care how you get here, just get here, get here
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
Get here if you can
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
You can reach me by sail boat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down the slope, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, surely you would be closer
I need you closer oh closer
You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man yeah
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
I don't care, I need you right here right now
I need you right here right now right by my side
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't care how you get here, just get here, get here
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
Get here if you can
Who knows if it'll turn up. I'll take the incomplete, email my teacher to give her a heads up and go to China regardless. I'll make a new one, when I return. I think I'll start from scratch and just make a much more simple and less complex pillow...Yes, I'll do JUST that. Like children, pillows can be replaced. Then I'll work on getting my own TV show on Fox based off the scandal this will produce.
I am calling you. Just get here if you can
Friday, December 14
Funny little note
So I've been blogging for about 7/8 years now. And I realize today (granted I did have several blogs of my past) Blondie_Boi, MinusThePurity, TentaclePorn, etc, etc and so forth. 8 years and right now according to my friend's list I have like 25 people who "read" it.
This makes me laugh for the soul reason that...well I guess I'm not interesting. Just in case you're wondering, this isn't a plea for compliments (though they would be nice and appreciated). I just find it funny that I don't have a huge fan base as some people so strive for. I've always been nonchalant if people read my blog or not. Nor do I care.
Many of you may know of the certain incidents that have happened when people DID read my blog. Like threats in the library and comment "fights" because I'm a stereotypical asshole.
To make myself feel better I'll smoke pot and sleep with the Tall Man tonight.Yes, that will take the edge off, I can say one thing about this Tall Man is that well he's a much nicer than The Gentleman Caller ever was to me. Oh did I go there?
Whatever happened to The GC you ask? Well for those of you who missed it, he cut off most communication towards me and I took that as a sign that he wanted really nothing to do with me. Surprisingly, I haven't really regretted it since. I mean I do miss him, he was a nice friend and great lover, it was all the OTHER stuff I couldn't deal with.
And another thing, while we're on the subject. The Cyclist is gone too from my life I am pretty sure. I'm kind of glad I have been doing this purging from my life!!
Plus I got a makeshift haircut...perhaps pictures. My new goal is to grow my hair out who knows how long :)
This makes me laugh for the soul reason that...well I guess I'm not interesting. Just in case you're wondering, this isn't a plea for compliments (though they would be nice and appreciated). I just find it funny that I don't have a huge fan base as some people so strive for. I've always been nonchalant if people read my blog or not. Nor do I care.
Many of you may know of the certain incidents that have happened when people DID read my blog. Like threats in the library and comment "fights" because I'm a stereotypical asshole.
To make myself feel better I'll smoke pot and sleep with the Tall Man tonight.Yes, that will take the edge off, I can say one thing about this Tall Man is that well he's a much nicer than The Gentleman Caller ever was to me. Oh did I go there?
Whatever happened to The GC you ask? Well for those of you who missed it, he cut off most communication towards me and I took that as a sign that he wanted really nothing to do with me. Surprisingly, I haven't really regretted it since. I mean I do miss him, he was a nice friend and great lover, it was all the OTHER stuff I couldn't deal with.
And another thing, while we're on the subject. The Cyclist is gone too from my life I am pretty sure. I'm kind of glad I have been doing this purging from my life!!
Plus I got a makeshift haircut...perhaps pictures. My new goal is to grow my hair out who knows how long :)
Thursday, December 13
Tina's Reaction to Ike's Demise
I know I've posted this before, but I feel that Tina probably reacted this way when learning of Ike's death:
And for shits and giggles:
And for shits and giggles:
Wednesday, December 12
Who's to blame?
So the quick ballad of the Artist is complete. He was a very nice guy, we clicked in an odd way. We hung out a lot in the last two weeks. He wished to create a connection and for some reason deep down inside I cannot. One a social level we clicked, but in the bedroom we were good. Yet I felt a pulling.
Finally last night we messed around and there were two things that didn't sit well with me. First was that he told me originally that he was going to wait two weeks before doing anything sexually, just cause he didn't want to fuck it up. I respected this determination and then last night it was broken. Then he wanted me to spend the night, very romantic right? For some reason I just couldn't.
I've grown so accustomed it seems to my own schedule and loneliness that I don't feel like spending the night when I know I have chores to do the next day. Plus I don't know if I'm exactly looking for a relationship right now. I'm going to China, it's a month and things can last for a month, but I don't necessarily want excess feelings.
I don't know what I want. I feel this is more my own fault that The Artist's though. This has happened several times before it seems. People start to care and I just don't. I don't feel sexually driven towards them. This is where my true insanity tends to shine. The moment he started discussing possible relationship ideas with me, how we click and he could see something working. In my mind something clicked as well. This isn't a good habit to have, yet it's happened before.
Also I can't help but feel the psychic from New Orleans was RIGHT again. When we were talking he said (I felt this was random too) the man you will have sex with will tell you he's versatile, but he's lying. Now it seems odd, but I thought he was referring to the Tall Man, but I feel he was making a note about The Artist. He advised me against thinking it was okay. I don't know I'm probably now making excuses to help me get through.
Alas, last night I lost all feeling for anything towards The Artist it seems. I need to work on this more, at least address it to my Therapist (I won't be seeing her until I get back from China though).
And the beat goes on...
Monday, December 10
Can you show her where we keep the euphemism
Stress, stress, stress. La Dee Da!
Papers and pillows to make. China to visit, yet try to keep off my mind because I'll psyche myself out. Artists planning our futures together, when I'm not sure I'd like it that way. Yet, retaining sex in fear of "fucking things up." Christmas to go home to. Family to see. Random party to hold. Sweeney Todd to see before I fly to China, literally before.
Beckett to read by choice. Yes. I said Beckett's NOVELS to read by choice. Am I intentionally making myself stressed? The answer is yes/no. I haven't been to a show in a while, which adds to the stress. This week though, there will be Kiki & Herb: The Second Coming at Carnegie Hall and The Homecoming at the Court Theater. That will be my final show before I go to China.
Deep breath, breathe deep.
I've recently read Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Wow. The show pulverized me. I'm currently obsessing as usual, I am in the middle of watching the 2004 revival. The movie will be next. I plan on researching a touch to find out more. Albee has his hold on me. It could be worse.
Sunday, December 9
Break in between things...
I'm resting my brain...not even like I'm doing that much. I've just lost the knack for staying focused. This weekend besides drugs, I also saw The Golden Compass...I didn't think it was all that bad. Granted I do agree that it could have been 100000 times better. So I guess that means I didn't like it. They handed you too much and never let you guess what was going to happen next. As well as the fact they withheld the original ending. Which is bullshit. At the end of Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, that hardly had a happy ending, but because we knew that there were two other books to come.
This would be the same idea. Yet, we had to give it a promising and happy ending for the people who haven't read the books. Well I hope you're happy Chris Weitz for compromising your artistic integrity. Sure, opening weekend will be terrific, but why would you want to see it after the lame reviews it's been getting? I would love to see the other two on screen, but after this I feel nervous to trust Mr. Weitz in making these movies. He may need to be stopped.
I thought Nicole Kidman really did well as Mrs. Coulter.
Otherwise, I went on date number two with this new guy. I will call him The Artist. The Artist is actually only 25, which means we are only 3 years apart. He's one odd duck and for that I feel comfortable in his presence. Actually as I write this he is coming to my place now to be a distraction. I'm surprised but happy by that....I am going to stop writing now since I have to work on homework until he arrives.
This would be the same idea. Yet, we had to give it a promising and happy ending for the people who haven't read the books. Well I hope you're happy Chris Weitz for compromising your artistic integrity. Sure, opening weekend will be terrific, but why would you want to see it after the lame reviews it's been getting? I would love to see the other two on screen, but after this I feel nervous to trust Mr. Weitz in making these movies. He may need to be stopped.
I thought Nicole Kidman really did well as Mrs. Coulter.
Otherwise, I went on date number two with this new guy. I will call him The Artist. The Artist is actually only 25, which means we are only 3 years apart. He's one odd duck and for that I feel comfortable in his presence. Actually as I write this he is coming to my place now to be a distraction. I'm surprised but happy by that....I am going to stop writing now since I have to work on homework until he arrives.
Xanadu
Xanadu has once again played an important moment in my life.
I did 'shrooms for the first time with some friends while we "watched" Xanadu. By watch I mean we laid and looked at the light refracting off the silver metal in a bowl on the ceiling.
I am recording this for purely memorable purposes. So if you don't find this funny or it seems ridiculous then ignore. But it was very crazy. With each ELO song we had these mini adventures that kept coming.
In the light I saw God...well it took a while for him to come. He did show up though. It was very strange to be in the presence of God, mainly because I didn't have anything planned to say. So we just chatted for a little while. I began to cry a little, but let the emotions happen.
God kept shifting in an out of the form of the Virgin Mary. Once again, very awkward. Yet, I felt more comfortable with Mary than with God. I am drawn to the female figures of life, so it only seems appropriate.
Then one of the friends went to the bathroom and in my body, I began to scream. Well it was a laugh that eventually became a loud scream. Which suddenly became my purging of all the anger out of my body. Which became more of a braying than my screaming.
I returned to see God and realized that he was actually Lawrence Oliver. So I began to start shouting out Lawrence's name for a long while. At one point I did have a stare down with God. I think I won though, cause his eye did waver. In return for my conquest he gave me the gift to feel light and time. I began bending it with my hands. I felt the strings of light in the atmosphere. It was a very silky feeling (go figure).
While this was happening my friend developed a love affair with my ear. Just my ear. Not me, my ear. It was okay with me.
Then I began to sink into the floor a little. I was falling and screaming for some time. I didn't want to be lost. The light returned and I was content again.
So, yea. Xanadu.
I did 'shrooms for the first time with some friends while we "watched" Xanadu. By watch I mean we laid and looked at the light refracting off the silver metal in a bowl on the ceiling.
I am recording this for purely memorable purposes. So if you don't find this funny or it seems ridiculous then ignore. But it was very crazy. With each ELO song we had these mini adventures that kept coming.
In the light I saw God...well it took a while for him to come. He did show up though. It was very strange to be in the presence of God, mainly because I didn't have anything planned to say. So we just chatted for a little while. I began to cry a little, but let the emotions happen.
God kept shifting in an out of the form of the Virgin Mary. Once again, very awkward. Yet, I felt more comfortable with Mary than with God. I am drawn to the female figures of life, so it only seems appropriate.
Then one of the friends went to the bathroom and in my body, I began to scream. Well it was a laugh that eventually became a loud scream. Which suddenly became my purging of all the anger out of my body. Which became more of a braying than my screaming.
I returned to see God and realized that he was actually Lawrence Oliver. So I began to start shouting out Lawrence's name for a long while. At one point I did have a stare down with God. I think I won though, cause his eye did waver. In return for my conquest he gave me the gift to feel light and time. I began bending it with my hands. I felt the strings of light in the atmosphere. It was a very silky feeling (go figure).
While this was happening my friend developed a love affair with my ear. Just my ear. Not me, my ear. It was okay with me.
Then I began to sink into the floor a little. I was falling and screaming for some time. I didn't want to be lost. The light returned and I was content again.
So, yea. Xanadu.
Thursday, December 6
Lets see Rufus Do this...
I would LOVE to see Rufus pull this one off...
Judy is keeping me sane during finals...
Judy is keeping me sane during finals...
Another Night Alone...
So after listening to Rufus Does Judy, the travesty remake of Judy Garland's Legendary Carnegie Hall Concert...I don't even know why I ever feared Rufus was trying to "outdo" Ms. Garland in the first place? It's enjoyable as an ode...a mediocre ode in my opinion. He gets some songs down well and the others he misses.
I listened to a bootleg version of The Little Mermaid (I tell you today has NOT been a good musical day). I do still want to see the show, but it was boring from what is sounded like. Ursula was good, Sherie really captured the Campy Octopus. As a gay man I must love the overly campy parts...I just must!
Lastly, I listened to a full record of BARE: A Pop Opera. And I ask you, REALLY? Really? It's decent, but so strangely upsetting and over the top. Not even all that enjoyable. Everyone seems to be a horrible archetype of what I wouldn't want to be. And then the gay guy dies? Since I don't know the story...he kills himself? What I love most is that they're putting on a musical version of Romeo and Juliet. Which is supposed to reflect the gay couples nature. And there's the Sista Nun...who is a nun...but sassy enough to help out the homos.
It was too much to take at some points. And the whole bonding while at a Rave. Oh that was priceless.
I left work today, not having done any work for school and listened to these three shows and feeling utterly exhausted. I need to listen to something good tomorrow. I really need to focus on finals, and yet I can't. Does that mean I'm becoming an adult.
I did register for classes to much success. I'm on my way...I truly am...
I listened to a bootleg version of The Little Mermaid (I tell you today has NOT been a good musical day). I do still want to see the show, but it was boring from what is sounded like. Ursula was good, Sherie really captured the Campy Octopus. As a gay man I must love the overly campy parts...I just must!
Lastly, I listened to a full record of BARE: A Pop Opera. And I ask you, REALLY? Really? It's decent, but so strangely upsetting and over the top. Not even all that enjoyable. Everyone seems to be a horrible archetype of what I wouldn't want to be. And then the gay guy dies? Since I don't know the story...he kills himself? What I love most is that they're putting on a musical version of Romeo and Juliet. Which is supposed to reflect the gay couples nature. And there's the Sista Nun...who is a nun...but sassy enough to help out the homos.
It was too much to take at some points. And the whole bonding while at a Rave. Oh that was priceless.
I left work today, not having done any work for school and listened to these three shows and feeling utterly exhausted. I need to listen to something good tomorrow. I really need to focus on finals, and yet I can't. Does that mean I'm becoming an adult.
I did register for classes to much success. I'm on my way...I truly am...
Wednesday, December 5
Tuesday, December 4
1:22:49 AM Friend: i feel like bedtime stories should have happy endings
1:22:53 AM Friend: and maybe some element of magic
1:23:07 AM EccentricIguana: Okay here's a good one that relates to me and you and yesterday
1:23:11 AM Friend: k
1:23:21 AM EccentricIguana: It's got a justifiable ending. Not necessarily happy...
1:23:58 AM EccentricIguana: Last year, as I was working on The Comedy of Errors at my school as a Dresser I walked by a guy who was in the same building as me
1:24:27 AM EccentricIguana: We smiled at each other and for the first time in my life I'd smiled at another guy and could tell he was openly flirting with me with his eyes
1:24:33 AM EccentricIguana: not that casual look
1:24:40 AM EccentricIguana: like is he checking me out or not
1:24:44 AM EccentricIguana: It was full on
1:25:11 AM EccentricIguana: I said hello in my awkward way and we both laughed nervous. I found out he was a music major studying the Viola
1:25:24 AM EccentricIguana: I told him I had to go work on my play and perhaps I'd see him around
1:25:52 AM EccentricIguana: Low and behold I found out he had herhersals in the next theater over and while I was dressing the actors he came and said hello
1:26:39 AM EccentricIguana: We talked, I nervous as I often am and him too. We chatted and I learned he was a Violist and I was a dresser...not an actor...My friend working with me was in love with the idea I met someone.
1:27:24 AM EccentricIguana: The next day in a class in the same building I was telling people this funny story of my new "boyfriend" as I jokingly called him (it was a small class of about 6 people and we are all close as classmates can be, I often told stories to entertain them).
1:27:35 AM EccentricIguana: I told them how I kept bumping into this kid and it must be fate
1:28:07 AM EccentricIguana: And about 20 minutes after this story he somehow found my
class and popped his head in to say hello everyone laugh and I was immidately smitten
1:28:53 AM EccentricIguana: The fflirting went on as the weeks continue until the last day of my show and the last day of his as well. He lives in Prospect Heights and was telling me about his dogs and I said I would like to meet these dogs.
1:29:11 AM EccentricIguana: This is before I lived here...keep that in mind. I'd literally just looked at my apartment
1:29:18 AM EccentricIguana: So anyway....
1:30:13 AM EccentricIguana: I met up and met his two adorable dogs, one of which had lost it's leg to Cancer and was the bravest dog I'd ever seen. We chatted, I found out he was older and owned his apartment. Me being in my sad state at the time felt jealous, but didn't necessarily mind
1:30:27 AM EccentricIguana: we went to dinner and chatted more. Then came my fatal mistake
1:30:49 AM Friend: haha
1:31:30 AM EccentricIguana: We sat down and talked at his apartment after dinner. This is why I was nervous to tell you my story because especially at this time I was in the height of it all. It was all on the edge of ending and he asked why my year could've been so bad...and like a damn overflowing I spilled everything
1:32:08 AM EccentricIguana: As I spoke I kept thinking, "You're a fool telling him this...stop talking..." Chelsea, scabies, staph infection, all of it came out. Smiling the whole while.
1:33:08 AM EccentricIguana: I could tell he was shocked and I felt absolutely defeated by the end (as I did a little yesterday) and decided it was time to go my way and say goodbye. He walked me to the door and I went to give him a hug. to my utter surprise he pulled me in and proceeded to kiss me passionately on the lips
1:33:35 AM EccentricIguana: I pulled away sort of confused, but totally loving what happened, as he pulled me in for another kiss
1:34:02 AM EccentricIguana: A coy smile and a soft goodbye from him I walked away from his door floating...I even got on the train but it was going the wrong way...
1:34:16 AM EccentricIguana: The story should end here, it's almost done, but it doesn't
1:34:44 AM Friend: : )
1:35:04 AM EccentricIguana: He never spoke to me again. A common trait that has happened to me many times in my life. Something I really don't enjoy, but it happens always at the right time to remind you that people will do this sort of thing
1:35:51 AM EccentricIguana: I called him a couple of times and left a couple of voicemails and decided it must've been what I originally thought. My insanity was too much, and he probably just wanted the kiss to at least know what it was like, but not have to commit to anything REALLY.
1:36:35 AM EccentricIguana: For months, the entire summer I was upset about it. Why would he do such a thing? Kiss me so passionately and never return a call. I didn't even initiate the kiss, he did!
1:36:43 AM Friend: right!
1:36:51 AM Friend: so confusing : (
1:36:59 AM EccentricIguana: Low and behold I move to his neighborhood, right down the street from where we went to dinner
1:38:07 AM EccentricIguana: I saw my friend who was in love with the whole event after the summewr and told her what happened, I ended with, "I just want to know...I just want to ask him...what did I do. I'd like to know for future reference. I am holding out for when I see him on the subway." She told me that's not likely to happen...I said you're right and put it away in my mind...
1:38:19 AM EccentricIguana: Epilogue: Last Tuesday
1:38:50 AM EccentricIguana: I was coming home from school after my China Orientation, just
having arrived back from New Orleans only a few hours earlier
1:40:16 AM EccentricIguana: I was getting off the Subway and I see the boy. I swallow my nervousness and call out his name. He turns and smiles, I smile to him and say hello. How have you been? That usual answer of busy. Oh so have I, I'm going to China soon...and without missing a beat I asked him, "What happened? Why didn't you ever call me back?"
1:41:48 AM EccentricIguana: I was surprised with my own forwardness. Something I'm not really that known to do, voice my feelings like that....He said he got busy and wasn't man enough to call and let me know. I replied with, "It's okay if you think I'm crazy. I just wanna know if I scared you away with that story. I kicked myself afterwards. That was a lot that you didn't need to know." I basically rambled, but it was what I needed to say.
1:42:10 AM EccentricIguana: I have no doubt in my mind I'll never hear from him again. But that confortation was one of the proudest moments of my life...
1:43:12 AM EccentricIguana: I know that I'm changing because I was able to do something like that, years ago I would've said hello and pretended that nothing happened and hoped we'd reconnect. I know I'm changing because of this little encounter. And for that I'm sort of glad.
1:43:14 AM EccentricIguana: The End
1:43:53 AM Friend: craig
1:44:06 AM EccentricIguana: yea
1:44:27 AM Friend: give me your forehead
1:44:39 AM EccentricIguana: huh?
1:44:53 AM EccentricIguana: what do you want to do with it?
1:45:00 AM Friend: i'm going to kiss it goodnight
1:22:53 AM Friend: and maybe some element of magic
1:23:07 AM EccentricIguana: Okay here's a good one that relates to me and you and yesterday
1:23:11 AM Friend: k
1:23:21 AM EccentricIguana: It's got a justifiable ending. Not necessarily happy...
1:23:58 AM EccentricIguana: Last year, as I was working on The Comedy of Errors at my school as a Dresser I walked by a guy who was in the same building as me
1:24:27 AM EccentricIguana: We smiled at each other and for the first time in my life I'd smiled at another guy and could tell he was openly flirting with me with his eyes
1:24:33 AM EccentricIguana: not that casual look
1:24:40 AM EccentricIguana: like is he checking me out or not
1:24:44 AM EccentricIguana: It was full on
1:25:11 AM EccentricIguana: I said hello in my awkward way and we both laughed nervous. I found out he was a music major studying the Viola
1:25:24 AM EccentricIguana: I told him I had to go work on my play and perhaps I'd see him around
1:25:52 AM EccentricIguana: Low and behold I found out he had herhersals in the next theater over and while I was dressing the actors he came and said hello
1:26:39 AM EccentricIguana: We talked, I nervous as I often am and him too. We chatted and I learned he was a Violist and I was a dresser...not an actor...My friend working with me was in love with the idea I met someone.
1:27:24 AM EccentricIguana: The next day in a class in the same building I was telling people this funny story of my new "boyfriend" as I jokingly called him (it was a small class of about 6 people and we are all close as classmates can be, I often told stories to entertain them).
1:27:35 AM EccentricIguana: I told them how I kept bumping into this kid and it must be fate
1:28:07 AM EccentricIguana: And about 20 minutes after this story he somehow found my
class and popped his head in to say hello everyone laugh and I was immidately smitten
1:28:53 AM EccentricIguana: The fflirting went on as the weeks continue until the last day of my show and the last day of his as well. He lives in Prospect Heights and was telling me about his dogs and I said I would like to meet these dogs.
1:29:11 AM EccentricIguana: This is before I lived here...keep that in mind. I'd literally just looked at my apartment
1:29:18 AM EccentricIguana: So anyway....
1:30:13 AM EccentricIguana: I met up and met his two adorable dogs, one of which had lost it's leg to Cancer and was the bravest dog I'd ever seen. We chatted, I found out he was older and owned his apartment. Me being in my sad state at the time felt jealous, but didn't necessarily mind
1:30:27 AM EccentricIguana: we went to dinner and chatted more. Then came my fatal mistake
1:30:49 AM Friend: haha
1:31:30 AM EccentricIguana: We sat down and talked at his apartment after dinner. This is why I was nervous to tell you my story because especially at this time I was in the height of it all. It was all on the edge of ending and he asked why my year could've been so bad...and like a damn overflowing I spilled everything
1:32:08 AM EccentricIguana: As I spoke I kept thinking, "You're a fool telling him this...stop talking..." Chelsea, scabies, staph infection, all of it came out. Smiling the whole while.
1:33:08 AM EccentricIguana: I could tell he was shocked and I felt absolutely defeated by the end (as I did a little yesterday) and decided it was time to go my way and say goodbye. He walked me to the door and I went to give him a hug. to my utter surprise he pulled me in and proceeded to kiss me passionately on the lips
1:33:35 AM EccentricIguana: I pulled away sort of confused, but totally loving what happened, as he pulled me in for another kiss
1:34:02 AM EccentricIguana: A coy smile and a soft goodbye from him I walked away from his door floating...I even got on the train but it was going the wrong way...
1:34:16 AM EccentricIguana: The story should end here, it's almost done, but it doesn't
1:34:44 AM Friend: : )
1:35:04 AM EccentricIguana: He never spoke to me again. A common trait that has happened to me many times in my life. Something I really don't enjoy, but it happens always at the right time to remind you that people will do this sort of thing
1:35:51 AM EccentricIguana: I called him a couple of times and left a couple of voicemails and decided it must've been what I originally thought. My insanity was too much, and he probably just wanted the kiss to at least know what it was like, but not have to commit to anything REALLY.
1:36:35 AM EccentricIguana: For months, the entire summer I was upset about it. Why would he do such a thing? Kiss me so passionately and never return a call. I didn't even initiate the kiss, he did!
1:36:43 AM Friend: right!
1:36:51 AM Friend: so confusing : (
1:36:59 AM EccentricIguana: Low and behold I move to his neighborhood, right down the street from where we went to dinner
1:38:07 AM EccentricIguana: I saw my friend who was in love with the whole event after the summewr and told her what happened, I ended with, "I just want to know...I just want to ask him...what did I do. I'd like to know for future reference. I am holding out for when I see him on the subway." She told me that's not likely to happen...I said you're right and put it away in my mind...
1:38:19 AM EccentricIguana: Epilogue: Last Tuesday
1:38:50 AM EccentricIguana: I was coming home from school after my China Orientation, just
having arrived back from New Orleans only a few hours earlier
1:40:16 AM EccentricIguana: I was getting off the Subway and I see the boy. I swallow my nervousness and call out his name. He turns and smiles, I smile to him and say hello. How have you been? That usual answer of busy. Oh so have I, I'm going to China soon...and without missing a beat I asked him, "What happened? Why didn't you ever call me back?"
1:41:48 AM EccentricIguana: I was surprised with my own forwardness. Something I'm not really that known to do, voice my feelings like that....He said he got busy and wasn't man enough to call and let me know. I replied with, "It's okay if you think I'm crazy. I just wanna know if I scared you away with that story. I kicked myself afterwards. That was a lot that you didn't need to know." I basically rambled, but it was what I needed to say.
1:42:10 AM EccentricIguana: I have no doubt in my mind I'll never hear from him again. But that confortation was one of the proudest moments of my life...
1:43:12 AM EccentricIguana: I know that I'm changing because I was able to do something like that, years ago I would've said hello and pretended that nothing happened and hoped we'd reconnect. I know I'm changing because of this little encounter. And for that I'm sort of glad.
1:43:14 AM EccentricIguana: The End
1:43:53 AM Friend: craig
1:44:06 AM EccentricIguana: yea
1:44:27 AM Friend: give me your forehead
1:44:39 AM EccentricIguana: huh?
1:44:53 AM EccentricIguana: what do you want to do with it?
1:45:00 AM Friend: i'm going to kiss it goodnight
Monday, December 3
The Text of New Orleans Part II
Day 3:
After stumbling home at about 3 am and surprisingly not dying. I died a little on the inside. I awoke the next morning and threw up. This is a theme that would continue through the whole day. I believe that someone had placed a Voodoo Curse on me that night. Much like The Curse of Monkey Island...which someone made into a live stage show...What?! Yet, the writing for that show was really intelligent so I can see how it translated. I digress.
The pattern of my day was: Move, puke, move puke, drink water, puke, move, puke, etc.
We went to this amazing restaurant/bar called Coop's Place. Sleazy as hell looking, but the food was great. We even saw a big cockroach crawling on the wall later in the trip. Yet, we ate there like 3/4 times. I kept moving somehow, it was amazing I should have been in bed. I didn't want to waste a day.
We went on a bus trip to the Swamps of New Orleans. I almost puked while riding across Lake Pontchartrain, it was very Marie Christine. I kept it in. While we drove we saw the effect of Hurricane Katrina on the rest of New Orleans. It was rather depressing, I feel as though they need to start from scratch almost. The city was already poor enough. Too bad we're too focused on a War to REALLY care.
The swamp tour was surreal. We had a choice of a covered boat or a topless one. It was cold and most people chose the covered boat, my group and a English couple choose the topless boat with was controlled by Captain Ted. If you've watched the movies I posted, you'll know why this trip was so memorable. Somehow Captain Ted held back my puking the entire trip.
We returned to New Orleans where I proceeded to get sick again and fall down and sleep and puke every two hours.
Day 4:
I woke up and felt much better. I got a start on my day by eating Beingets and all the other food I missed the day before. I then went to my little local theater production of Purlie. Waiting for Guffman can not define the horribleness this was! Not horrible actually, but just really amateur in the best way possible. The spotlight kept missing the person it was one. The acting was childish. The band was completely wrong. And the lead actor couldn't sing OR act. His actor bio proudly stated he'd been acting for 10 years, but never on a stage. I can assure you it showed completely.
I left after the first act, for it was enough to satisfy my curiousity. I wish I'd held out for Hot Flashes the Musical Revue they were also performing.
I returned to the Hotel and met up with my friends who had gone to the Garden District. I missed out on that, but it was worth it. We decided to go on the town again. Another Magical Cookie and we were off. We had Oysters and fried Crawfish at ACME. I ate so many ice cubes. you can see it in that movie I posted. So many ice cubes.
We went walked around, searching for live music and found a rock bar, where I hear some amazing Improv Rock and lost myself in the music. It was truly magical.
After stumbling home at about 3 am and surprisingly not dying. I died a little on the inside. I awoke the next morning and threw up. This is a theme that would continue through the whole day. I believe that someone had placed a Voodoo Curse on me that night. Much like The Curse of Monkey Island...which someone made into a live stage show...What?! Yet, the writing for that show was really intelligent so I can see how it translated. I digress.
The pattern of my day was: Move, puke, move puke, drink water, puke, move, puke, etc.
We went to this amazing restaurant/bar called Coop's Place. Sleazy as hell looking, but the food was great. We even saw a big cockroach crawling on the wall later in the trip. Yet, we ate there like 3/4 times. I kept moving somehow, it was amazing I should have been in bed. I didn't want to waste a day.
We went on a bus trip to the Swamps of New Orleans. I almost puked while riding across Lake Pontchartrain, it was very Marie Christine. I kept it in. While we drove we saw the effect of Hurricane Katrina on the rest of New Orleans. It was rather depressing, I feel as though they need to start from scratch almost. The city was already poor enough. Too bad we're too focused on a War to REALLY care.
The swamp tour was surreal. We had a choice of a covered boat or a topless one. It was cold and most people chose the covered boat, my group and a English couple choose the topless boat with was controlled by Captain Ted. If you've watched the movies I posted, you'll know why this trip was so memorable. Somehow Captain Ted held back my puking the entire trip.
We returned to New Orleans where I proceeded to get sick again and fall down and sleep and puke every two hours.
Day 4:
I woke up and felt much better. I got a start on my day by eating Beingets and all the other food I missed the day before. I then went to my little local theater production of Purlie. Waiting for Guffman can not define the horribleness this was! Not horrible actually, but just really amateur in the best way possible. The spotlight kept missing the person it was one. The acting was childish. The band was completely wrong. And the lead actor couldn't sing OR act. His actor bio proudly stated he'd been acting for 10 years, but never on a stage. I can assure you it showed completely.
It was NOTHING like this.
I left after the first act, for it was enough to satisfy my curiousity. I wish I'd held out for Hot Flashes the Musical Revue they were also performing.
I returned to the Hotel and met up with my friends who had gone to the Garden District. I missed out on that, but it was worth it. We decided to go on the town again. Another Magical Cookie and we were off. We had Oysters and fried Crawfish at ACME. I ate so many ice cubes. you can see it in that movie I posted. So many ice cubes.
We went walked around, searching for live music and found a rock bar, where I hear some amazing Improv Rock and lost myself in the music. It was truly magical.
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