Back to the Old Grind

Where to begin, where to begin?

New Orleans was fun. Incredibly. I could start in the beginning, but it's late and I'm tired and no one TRULY cares about my trip...

However, since it's FAR to late to start tonight, I leave you this this little prelude...

Prepare yourself for a tale of psychics, Tennessee Williams, Hurricanes that don't taste like alcohol, swamp tours that leave you teary-eyed. Piano bar singers with attitude, cunty/ellitist drag queens. Zeydeco, Rock and Jazz music. Magical cookies. Throwing up. Ghosts and Cemetaries. Southern Go-Go Boys, love and over-priced tattoos...

William Finn would write an amazing opening number just based off this little blurb.

Good Things Come To Those...

I would be in bed right now, I really would, but I'm waiting for the two William Finn shows that only an entry ago I mentioned and someone is gracefully giving me. I'm forever grateful! Thank you Robbie!

In other news, I signed up for my first therapy session this coming Tuesday. I made that big step and we shall see what happens with that one. Perhaps I'll work through these issues. Do I have issues you ask? I do have issues I suppose, but who doesn't?

Small Sidenote: The Royal Family of Broadway by William Finn is sort of Fabu. Carolee Carmello and Melissa Errico? Can it get better? Yes, Marcia Lewis is with us too.

This play is awful, but I'm getting good little pushes on my homework. I'm doing both wardrobe and calling cues. I'm every woman, it's all in me. And tomorrow morning I plan on running 4.25 miles at the gym.

How do you do it all Iguana? You ask, yet I can't answer. It's difficult to answer. Instead I may just speak randomly. Try and follow me shall you?

Something interesting happened to me this evening...This has never happened...yet it's possible. This is proof that I was once a good and considerate person:

12:27:39 AM Me: Katherine told me you were asking about me
12:27:40 AM Beka: i love how katherine just hooked us up lol
12:27:46 AM Me: how utterly sweet of you
12:27:50 AM Me: no one has ever asked about me
12:28:02 AM Beka: well mark me down as the first :-D
12:28:12 AM Beka: ok but heres why:
12:28:20 AM Me: please do tell
12:28:36 AM Beka: i was thinking today of burnt hills and remembered all the wonderful emails you sent me in 9th grade
12:28:47 AM Beka: even though my parents were crazy and screened everything
12:28:58 AM Me: Oh my goodness
12:29:01 AM Beka: and how you took me under your wing in our theater class
12:29:04 AM Me: that was ages ago
12:29:11 AM Beka: and i was like oh my goodness, craig is a good man
12:29:20 AM Beka: because i was the sheltered little homeschooled girl
12:29:25 AM Me: I can't believe you remember that, cause I barely do
12:29:30 AM Beka: and you saved me from sinking into oblivion
12:29:30 AM Me: Do you still have the emails
12:29:35 AM Me: I did?
12:29:45 AM Beka: um yes
12:29:53 AM Beka: because id go right to class after homeroom
12:29:56 AM Beka: (loser)
12:30:04 AM Beka: and you told me i had to go walk around with you
12:30:06 AM Beka: and i did
12:30:18 AM Beka: therefore saving me from loser status forever and ever
12:30:24 AM Me: awww
12:30:29 AM Me: I wasn't even popular haha
12:30:45 AM Me: is it possible I could read some of these emails cause I want to remember better
12:30:54 AM Me: my email is ________@_____.com
12:31:17 AM Beka: definitely, i have them on my computer at home so i can send them over thanksgiving break

Yea, it's true! The story goes like this. In my Freshman year of High School I took intro to theater and this girl entered named Beka who spent her entire childhood being home schooled and had no friends. I introduced her to the right people and she soon became one of the most popular girls in my school...well not my school, but my social circle.

I can't believe I did that. Who was that boy? I am still in shock it was me. I was once kind an understanding? Now I scramble for affection and friendship like I'm some kind of parasite.

Well I don't do that necessarily, but things have surely changed. What happened to that boy who I barely remember. I'm curious to reread these emails I sent. I can't remember them for the life of me. Expect to see them after Thanksgiving!

Quick Bed Time Note:

Sleep well moon. Sleep well.

The school play has started and I am not working for the weekend. I'm trying to get ahead of homework, yet it keeps building...

I keep having to take deep breaths, to help calm my mind. Last night, I saw Make Me A Song. It's a William Finn musical revue. All a person needs to do is sit through these 90 minutes and you can understand why shows like Legally Blonde and Wicked are pure waste. William Finn has written some of the most amazing songs I have ever heard.

I'll never forget the day I first hear March of the Falsettos and learned later that it was a trilogy and it became a quest to get all three. I did and I listened to it for years, it changed my life. It was (and still is) amazing. The performers in this show all have amazing voices and great personalities. It's really great! It made my night.

A New Brain
March of the Falsettos
In Trousers
Falsettoland
Ellegies: A Song Cycle
The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee
Infinite Joy

All terrific shows that should be heard if you even consider yourself a theatre fan. I'm still waiting for the day when Romance in Hard Times (or America Kicks Up It's Heels) will fall into my lap. The day will come, I am sure. Life has weird ways of working.

Despite the happiness of this rant. I've been doing so-so. Trying to keep it all under control. I skipped the gym this morning. So I am off to sleep to not skip the gym tomorrow. My friends told me their New Years Eve plans and I am horribly jealous. Then again I am content that I will be in China for New Years, yet it won't be anything special there.

As the days get closer, I grow more and more terrified of the trip itself. It's like a door I've always wanted to open. After I open it I can never close it again. Oh goodness...One day at a time, Iguana, one day. That's the best you can do.

All I Ever Wanted...

Friday night and a bedtime like 11 pm? Tomorrow I plan on being up early, so it's not unreasonable. Just going to bed so early on a Friday night seems to Spinster-esque. I want to be up early for HAIR tickets. If I get there at 6:30/7 am and the line is ridiculous I will turn home and go back to bed...I just don't want to say I didn't try...

Before I go to bed I'd like to post a song I have lived my life by and if I ever have to sing ONE song that describes me this would be is.

Stupid Things I Won't Do by William Finn

Reading papers when there ain't a review
is a stupid thing. And I won't do it.
When I read I wanna read something new,
why read anything at all?

Wars will always happen, there's always strife.
But opening a show just happens one time in it's life!
And that's why reading papers when there ain't a review,
stupid thing I won't do...

Now you can grill me, you can kill me!
You can cuff me on the air, I still won't do it.
You can boo me, you can shoot me!
But that's not a thing, that I will do.
Man may laugh and women may chortle.
But there's a reason I'm immortal.
Reading rags when there ain't a review...stupid thing.

And another thing, while we're on the subject...

Making movies...Hollywood.
Stupid thing. I won't do it!
Bet your booty's I'd be GOD damned good,
but that's a game that I will play!
I'm a seasoned actor, I don't skate or dive!
The only rolls, I want are rolls that
I'm performing live and in person!
Making movies in Hollywood...
Stupid thing I won't do!

No, no, no!
You can kill me, you can bill me!
You can NAIL me to the wall,
I still won't do it!
You can maim me, or defame me!
But there's certain things I won't per sure!
I've ach-ieved my awesome potential,
by focusing on what's essential...
And making movies...in Hollywood..
Stupid thing I won't do...

Living life like a NORMAL PERSON!
STUPID THING, I won't do it!
After five minutes as a NORMAL PERSON!
You can lock me in a mental ward and THROW AWAY THE KEY!!!
Though I live with passion, joy and RAGE!
The only time I feel alive is when I'm on the stage!
That's why LIVING LIVE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!
IS A STUPID THING THAT I WON'T DO!!

NO, NO, NO!
I need theatre, I want THEATRE!
It's the food that I eat,
EIGHT TIMES A WEEK!
GOD BLESS THEATRE,
life is weirder!
Maybe not, but who's to say?

What-could-be-more
prim and officious,
than cleaning floors or washing dishes?
Good for them! Who can do those things!
But they're not the things I can DO!

NO, NO, NO!

GOOD FOR THEM!!
WHO CAN DO THOSE THINGS!
BUT THEY'RE NOT THE THINGS THAT I CAN...
do-da-do-da-do-do-do-do...

Those are things, that I can't...

Never have and never will,
be able to do.

Why do I find solace in this song??