So thus far today, my packing has been this successful: I threw shit out from my desk (that I don’t even need to go through) and packed both my U.S. and British editions of Harry Potter and my Lord of the Rings books. Yeah, this is not good lol. I can’t really do anything outside of the house before 3:30pm each day because I’m on doggie nurse duty for Strider - 13 pills a day, including diuretics which means he has to be taken outside to go to the bathroom at least once every 1.5-2 hours. My dad does the pills but it’s a huge ordeal because some are so large that they have to be literally shoved down his throat. I feel badly because the dog will unintentionally bite down on his hand at least 4 times each session & this morning he drew blood.
My birthday parties were fun. I gotta admit that on Friday, I was just totally not feeling doing anything birthday-related. It took longer to pick Strider up from the doggie cardiologist than I thought it would and I missed the train into Manhattan, so I just drove in to Astoria and took the subway to Hi-Fi to meet up with the BTR crew. Annie made me FUNFETTI CUPCAKES, which I think I had 4 of. It was fun and nice to see everyone who could make it.
Also on Friday, I had a surprise. Jay couldn’t make it this weekend and knew how disappointed I was so he sent me beautiful flowers to make up for it :) Aren’t they purdy?
So, Saturday was the big party at Stout in Herald’s Square. I didn’t end up going to New York Comic Con because I was just drained from the previous 2 days and needed to try to chill before the all-nighter. Katelyn and her friends Kelly & Eddie came in with me at 7pm so we could get a lot of seats for everyone at the bar.
Everyone tricked in from around 7:30pm-10:30pm. I was so excited to see everyone and even more excited to accept multiple birthday drinks. In fact, at around 12:50am, Randy & Claudio got me a double shot of Tequlia and for some reason, I then thought that it would be a good idea for Katelyn & Eddie to take the last “early” train home at 1:12am without me and I’d just take one at like 3am and get a cab for the 25 minute ride back. Yeah, I don’t know either. Sooooo around 1:30am, I wanted to go home and was “stuck.” So what did I do? My grandparents were staying at the Marriott Downtown for a conference that night & I decided to go drunkely visit them. Then I slept over in their hotel room. Yeah. Don’t even say a word.
We did a family party yesterday but it was quieter. My mom’s been sick the last few days and we wanted to keep it low-key so the dog didn’t have a heart attack, but it was cool. Still lots of good food. My aunt & uncle told me that I should enjoy 25 because everything beyond is just “early 30.”
So yeah, that’s my birthday story. Also, I know that this could come across wrong, but I’m just sorta “woah” to have seen this:
In 2 years podcasting, I’ve never ever been on any iTunes featured list or top something. It’s in the Audio Podcast list of the TV/Film category. Jay & I started the ChuckCast as a joke but then decided we liked doing because it took a total of 1 hour a week with recording and editing (knock on wood) and seemed like fun we should keep having! :) I’m actually not going to look at any reviews because I remember the last time that I did something that was more in Jay’s “territory” and 75% of the people who commented hated me. I wasn’t trying to come off poorly but damnit that sucked hardcore and I’d rather just say “screw it” and be kept in the dark this time.
Anyways, I have a bunch of pictures from my birthday party, but I’m putting them after the jump because there are quite a few (I’ll put more up on Facebook when I feel like it). My camera’s crazy ass flash makes me look like I haven’t been out in sunlight in 3 years and I also look drunk basically from an hour in (I think it was more like 2.5 hours in though…). I’m also aware I’m in desperate need of a haircut & am getting on on Friday. Much thanks to everyone who came out and who left me messages on Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, message boards, etc.
Okay so we’re having dismal snowy/rainy weather on Long Island today. My first-half of the day counterpart didn’t come in today and the weather was all snow this morning, so there were a decent amount of cancellations. Basically, I’ve got not a lot to do & I’m bored so I’m doing what bored people do: blogging. I used to like having time to kill at work but the last 6 months has put me out of practice haha. So let’s see what I can entertain myself by yakking about.
New Lost tonight. I may or may not have seen it already. Go ahead, hate on me. I wouldn’t go back & unwatch it for anything. I’ve had to stop discussing the show with my fellow geeks since I’m afraid of giving something away because there were (IMO) a lot of puzzle pieces that start to fit together more and I don’t want to disprove something someone says by going, “Well, that can’t be because…” And if you think that Jay & I talk about Lost because of the podcast, guess again. 85% of the time, we only talk about it if we’re surrounded by friends who bring it up.
Moving date approaches. I’m nervous but I’ve got a lot of fun things going on the next 2 weekends. I’m going to see Michael Ian Black do stand-up comedy in NYC with Pookie this Saturday night, January 31. She asked me if I wanted to go see it at 8pm or 10:30pm & my first thought was, “Why on EARTH would we go at 10:30pm? That’s so late.” Which then prompts me to think, “25? Fuck, I’m old.”
The following weekend is my “last weekend” in NY. The weekend of my 25th birthday. Annie is throwing together a Birthday/Going-Away Soiree with the BTR crew on Fri, Feb. 6. It’s going to be good times. Well, duh. Cause with Annie’s cupcakes, how could it not be good times? Also, I’m having a gathering in Herald’s Square on Feb. 7. I don’t care if the bar is a controversial choice. It’s close to Penn Station, where I’m probably coming from & it’s still cold in NYC. Therefore, that’s where I’m having it. It’s for Ian-face’s birthday too (naturally). Good times will ensue as well.
Fun Fact: My & Ian-face’s 25th birthday coincides with the 2nd anniversary of Anna Nicole Smith’s death.
I’d really like to go to New York Comic Con again this year (Feb. 6-8), but the only day that I could make it is Saturday. This isn’t a problem except that the freaking cast of my new favorite show Chuck is going to be there on Sunday! Also, the casts of Fringe & Joss Whedon’s new show are going to be there Sunday as well. Yeah, I’m a geek. Stupid birthday.
If you haven’t already heard already, Scarlett Johansson is doing a cover of my boy Jeff Buckley’s “Last Goodbye.” I’m going to defer all discussion on this to Amanda.
And finally, I’m thinking about making this blog into an actual website or at least updating the format/template a little bit. But more about that another time, I suppose.
Okay, I think I’ve successfully killed a little bit of time. I’ve actually written this blog twice because it didn’t save the first time when I went to publish it and then it was gone. I was way wittier the first time, but oh well. At least it’s 6pm now. May 7pm come fast & may 9pm come even faster. That’s what she said.
Okay, so the gorgeous Allison has requested I make a new blog post so that she doesn’t have to see my bloody finger anymore and I kinda think she’s right! So lucky for Ali and the rest of you tired of looking at my mangled claw, I’ve got an announcement:
I’m moving to Raleigh in the middle of February!
My last day of work is February 4 (a Wednesday) and my birthday is Sunday, February 8. I also found out as I got home tonight that Brian & Bobby got tickets to see “The Daily Show” on February 9, so I am going to go with them and then drive down to Raleigh that week and try to find a job, etc. I’ll couch hop with Jay and Sara & TJ and who knows maybe Clif’ll let me crash for a night. At least the slumber party will distract me from the absolute terror I have about finding a job haha. I told my bosses at work and although I was scared to do it, I was really more just sad in general. It’s a nice place to work and they’re really good bosses and I like the people I work with so it’s kinda like I’d be losing more friends.
But anyway.
I’m really excited and really scared. I’m excited because I think that it’ll be a great new chapter of my life but I’m scared about finding a new job. I accepted back in 2007 when I decided that if it came to it, I’d be the one to move that it would mostly mean giving up 90% chances of ever having a job in the fields that I have my degree in (Communications with focuses in Journalism & PR as well as a minor in English & Theatre). I worry too much and I think too much. And nothing is or will EVER be as beautiful as New York City and that’s a fact. BUT I like Raleigh and even though it’s clear that I will really want to end up back in NY someday, I cannot wait to start a new life there.
I’m just going to miss my friends. I’ll miss Cassidy (bitch moved back from North Carolina as I was moving there), Tricia, Julia, Amanda, Amanda, Ali, Ian, Brian, Claudio, Randy, Anthony, Joe & Steph, Eddie, Bobby, and everyone around here that I know I’m not mentioning (forgive me). I’ll miss the BTR crew, Annie & Jeff & Max & Maia and all of our mid-day margaritas. I’ll miss Yankee games with Angri & Sabella & Storey. I’ll miss my dog Strider. But most importantly I’ll miss my family: my parents, sisters, grandparents, aunt, uncle, cousin. Just as way excited as I am to move, I’m just as sad that I won’t get to see them whenever I want to anymore. I know that this post sounds somewhat shaky but I made this decision with both my heart and my head and I’m certain that it’s the right one.
It’s gonna be a big adjustment and I’m really gonna need a lot of support from all sorts of places.
Another Labor Day weekend has come and gone. Jay came up to NY again, just like last year, but this year, we stayed at my aunt’s house on Long Island. It actually totally rocked because she’s in Key West (hello and goodbye, Gustav) til next Monday, so we got to play house for a few days. In no particular order, we watched the second season of The X-Files because we’re cool like that, played with the dog (I’m technically dog sitting), played in the pool, went Down Port with Ian, Matero, & Bobby, braved a trip to the Outback (which we swore off back in January after we went 3 times in one week), ate McNulty’s (greatest ice cream ever), partook in a croquet battle with my family for my mom’s birthday (don’t ask), scared ourselves into being awake all night because we thought we heard a noise that ended up being the dog sitting down heavily at 4am, and ate an entire pizza/order of garlic knots from Alfredo’s in one sitting (ugh). Dropped him off at the airport at 6am this morning, boooo. Now I don’t know what to do with myself alone here for the next week, but at least I’ll be in Raleigh in 12 days. Countdown commences.
Anyway, for some work anecdotes:
A man told me last week that I look like the type of person who is “used to getting her way by charming people or by not charming people” and that he bet that I was the “youngest in my family and the only girl.” Umm, that could not be further from the truth on either account. 1) I cannot look like someone used to getting my way because a) there is a reason that I am not in sales, but rather a writer and that is because I am horrible at expressing what I want while I am speaking outloud and b) That’s why I get so high strung sometimes; because I don’t know how to charm my way into getting what I want, so I just freak out about stuff not working out before I even give it a chance! So WHATeva playa. 2) I am NOT the youngest in my family, nor the only girl. In fact, I am the OLDEST of THREE girls and a neutered dog. Pffft. Smart ass.
A woman who brings her mother in twice a week was talking to me about Broadway. This woman begins to tell me about the Broadway revival of “South Pacific” and then goes on to mock whisper, “It must have been GAY night!!!” Without even really giving it much thought, I kinda said to myself, “Well, duh, you went to see a Broadway musical.” Then she continue, however, to declare, “SERIOUSLY, I do not care WHAT you do in your own private home but I do NOT wish to see you hold hands or do other sexual things in public!!” That was at the point where I gave up.
Okay, many more to follow, I am sure. The end for now!
Hooray for 3 day weekends. After the weekly trip to Shiro’s with Uncle Lou last Friday (holler hibachi), I went back to Ridge. On Saturday, I picked up Ian-face & Claudio and off we went to Hartford to visit Brian for his 23rd birthday. After enduring 3 hours of “Colleen’s a bad driver, we’re going to die” taunts from the boys, we finally got there. Because Brian’s the greatest friend ever, he had 2lbs of wings, fries & onion rings waiting for us. Ian-face, also the greatest friend ever, had purchased 2 cases (yes, cases) of Sam Adams Boston Lager for the celebration.
We hung around Brian’s kick ass apartment for a while & dicked around. I managed to get the boys to reprise their rendition of “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling,” which was hysterical. At our senior prom back in high school days, Bri, C-dawg, & Ian had gone up to a teacher that Brian had a crush on and sung it to her in the middle of the party hall. It was so funny; I felt that after 5 years, it needed to be busted out again. I took a video of part of it. Despite their severe “this is NOT going to appear on the Internet or your blog” warnings, I’m putting it up anyway. I miss the good old days when this was the shit we did every single day.
After a rousing game of darts (no poker for once), we kicked around the idea of driving to either Foxwoods or Mohegan Sun (casinos in Connecticut), as Ian-face really wanted to go. We decided to hit up Brian’s favorite bar first since the rest of us were ambivalent about going. Because I’d drank the least, I wasn’t going to drink at the bar in case we decided to go, as I’d (of course) end up having to be the driver. We met up with one of Bri’s friends from work. This is the bar (Vegas) that’s famous for having liters (yes, liters) of beer. At one point, I walked with Brian to a gas station so he could buy cigarettes. We were still debating going to a casino, despite it being midnight at this point, but the big issue was whether or not they could go the hour it would take to get to either one without drinking. So Brian decides to call the Hartford police station & ask the desk sergeant if there’s an open container law in Connecticut (you can’t have open containers of alcohol in a car in NY at all). He was on hold for roughly 23 minutes, but we got our answer: Nope. As long as the driver wasn’t drinking, the passengers could be.
In typical Brian fashion, he thanks the officer (O’Brien) and goes, “Thanks, man. We want to be as irresponsible as possible, without being illegal.”
Yes, that is a direct quote. He even repeated it when the cop went, “Um, WHAT?!”
I love my friends.
We didn’t end up going to the casino because at this point, it was 1am and I was tired of not being able to drink. We walked back to Brian’s apartment & chilled there. And by “chilled” I mean, “Claudio passed out almost immediately while Bri, Ian & Brian’s friend Mike D. did shots of cheap orange vodka that Colleen knew better not to touch because cheap orange vodka means trouble.” Naturally, we had to fuck with C-dawg while he was sleeping, hehe. The night got better when we put on Arrested Development & I totally dorked out. I’ve been stressed out because of work stuff and moving preparations & couldn’t sleep at all, so I ended up doing the 3 weeks’ worth of dishes that had built up in Brian’s sink. It took me over an hour, til almost 5am. Claudio had passed out in the most inconvenient way possible on the couch & Ian-face had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor (cheap orange vodka always means trouble) soooo I ended up sleeping for an hour & a half on the most uncomfortable chair ever. But it was all good.
We were celebrating Uncle Lou’s birthday on Sunday, so I got the boys up early, dropped them off at the ferry so they could get to Port Jefferson & headed to Syosset for bday weekend, round 2. On the way back, I was starting to think about work/moving shit & making lists of everything I have to do this week in my head. I totally wasn’t paying attention and ended up getting pulled over for speeding (74 in a 50, go me) right before I crossed the Throg’s Neck bridge. Now, honestly, I’ve been pulled over like 6 times before. Thank heavens for Uncle Lou’s PBA card, which has gotten me out of all of them. I figured that this time, my luck was out, it would just be fitting with everything lately that I’d get a ticket and have to worry about going to court and getting points off my license and paying a zillion dollars and giving up a day to taking a defensive driving class to make up the points, etc. I was so distracted, so exhausted that when the cop came to the window, I was literally shaking. Then fate stepped in (again).
Cop: Why are you shaking? Me: I’m nervous. Cop: Why are you nervous? Because you’re a Yankees fan (I was wearing my Mariano Rivera shirt) and they’re losing? Me:(nervous laugh) Yeah, I was at the game on Tues. It was awful. Cop: Tuesday? So was I! Me: Didn’t you just want to cry after that first inning Manny home run? Cop: Tell me about it. Tell you what. You stay put. Whose card is this? Me: My uncle’s. (Goes to his car & gets on the phone, as I wait.) Cop: I called the number and the guy said he didn’t know you! Me:(Look of horror) WHAT?! I live with him! His badge number is [###]! Cop:(Laughing) I’m just kidding. You can stop shaking, it’s okay. It was just speeding, that’s all! Unless you have any weapons of mass destruction in here that I should know about. (At this point, I’m PRAYING that the boys didn’t leave any beer in my car.) Me: Umm, I just have a lighter… Cop: You were just speeding. Go home, relax, stop shaking. It’s fine. Have a good weekend. Let’s go Yankees!
ANYWAY, Monday, I hit up Smith’s Point Beach with Ian-face, Claudio & Frankie, which was awesome. Okay this never-ending post is finally over. It really wasn’t that bad of a way to spend the last 15 minutes…
1. WHAT DOES YOUR MYSPACE NAME MEAN? Uh, what do you WANT my MySpace name to mean?
2. WHERE WAS YOUR DEFAULT PICTURE TAKEN? Party in Eddie’s kitchen April of senior year. Ah, to live 12 feet away & only show up to drink & pose for pictures.
3. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME? Irony of ironies: Helen. Angrisani thinks it’s great, though. (Angri: Helen Keller filling out this survey…)
4. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT RELATIONSHIP STATUS? Ha, ha, ha. I’ve been divorced 3 times & my 4th husband died of a drug overdose.
5. HONESTLY, IF SOMEONE WERE TO TELL YOU HOW THEY FELT, WOULD YOU LISTEN? Yes, but as Golio says, I’d probably “malfunction,” as I tend to do whenever someone says something nice to me.
6. WHATS YOUR CURRENT MOOD? Sad. I just watched Eddie’s stupid MySpace montage from all 4 years at Marist & now I wish more than anything in the entire world that I was back in P5 or the Nelly again.
7. WHO DO YOU LOVE MOST? “I loved you the most.” (Dedicated to Phil).
8. WHO MAKES YOU HAPPY? Not who - what. And that would be mint chocolate chip ice cream with peanut butter syrup, whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles & a cherry. Either that or a time machine to take me back to Marist. I’m a simple creature, really.
9. ARE YOU MUSICALLY INCLINED? I most certainly think that I am.
10. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME & CHANGE SOMETHING WOULD YOU? I don’t think it’d make a difference anyway, so I plead the 5th.
11. IF YOU MUST BE AN ANIMAL FOR ONE DAY - WHAT WOULD YOU BE? My dog because all the fucker does is play outside, sleep & get attention. I like playing outside. And sleeping. And attention.
12. EVER HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE? I got caught giving my mom the finger in 5th grade, before I even really knew what that meant. That’s basically about as near-death as one can come.
13. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Procrastinating on the Internet at 3am when I should be sleeping because I’m getting up at 8:30am.
14. WHAT’S THE NAME OF THE SONG THAT’S STUCK IN YOUR HEAD? “Someone to Watch Over Me” bc I was listening to the Crazy for You soundtrack in the car before. Yay.
15. WHO DID YOU COPY & PASTE THIS FROM? Eddie, my Home Fry.
16. NAME SOMEONE WITH THE SAME B-DAY AS YOU? That would be Ian-face, bday buddy & prom date extraordinaire Same day, same hospital.
17. HAVE YOU EVER SANG IN FRONT OF A LARGE AUDIENCE? I’m going to copy Eddie’s answer: “I’m a musical theatre whore.”
18. WHAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? Los ojos.
19. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY ORDER FROM STARBUCKS? Peppermint Mocha, but I’m really more of an Iced Caramel Latte from DD kinda gal.
20. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A DRUNKEN NIGHT? Me? Nooooooo, never. I’m against alcohol, premarital sex AND violence against women. Duh.
21. DO YOU STILL WATCH KIDDY MOVIES OR TV SHOWS? Only if they’re really young & really naked. A couple of bruises make a nice accessory too.
22. DO YOU HAVE BRACES? Yes, from 3rd grade til 6th grade.
23. NAME SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU TODAY? I got a peanut butter cup cookie from Dunkin Donuts and it was glorious.
24. DO YOU SPEAK ANY OTHER LANGUAGE? I can rap “Ice Ice Baby” AND sing “Come On Over” in Spanish.
25. IS THERE SOMEONE ON YOUR MIND NOW? Does Justin Timberlake count?
26. WHAT HURTS YOU THE MOST? I’d rather not say. You’ve gotta buy me dinner first.
Ah, New Year’s Eve. My favorite holiday after Halloween. After the traditional NYE dinner with my entire family in Syosset, I picked up Golio from the Hicksville train station (after waking him up at like 8pm & ordering him to get on the next train without choice). We dropped my car off at home. Christie drove us Danny Rittereiser’s (Ritz) new abode on Bradley Dr. As much as I wanted to go into the city with Julia & Allison or party with Claudio, Frankie & Jenna Collins in Brooklyn, it was really nice to actually have something around the block for once.
Cassidy Jill & Ian-face were already there. It was a lot of Longwood kids that we never actually hung out with while in hs, so it was slightly awkward. Brian & Jen got there about an hour later. With our group complete (minus Claudio & Frankie), we had a good time. I got home around 4:30am & was up around 7:30am, completely awake. Golio, Katelyn & her friend were downstairs on the couches so I just ended up watching 24 on DVD, reading & taking a shower. I dropped Golio back off in Hicksville & then went to a diner in Syosset for our other annual tradition, which was brunch/resolutions. Later, Uncle Lou, Kate & I went to see Night at the Museum. I enjoyed it.
On a more introspective note, 2006 was a really strange, confusing, emotional year of change. I started it feeling very alone in general (fighting with Julia & Brian, bitter about feeling underappreciated in MCCTA, etc.), then had the whole 3 month acid reflux issues (medically, bc of a hernia, but I still think it was from the extremely, extremely stressful 1st semester I had last year, capped off by Uncle Emilio’s sudden death & the toll that took on my entire family), then feeling frustrated over capping & fighting, then being brought out of it all bc of Children’s Theatre (what I’ll miss the most), Festival (which wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun if it wasn’t for all the nights of “bonding” at Eddie’s, Catchphrase, vodka in the green room, all the ridiculousness our cast did onstage as far as improv, causing ourselves & each other to break character, the cast parties & that awesome fucking Sheila dress) & of course, Banquet. Such an emotional time. Then the indescribable feeling of graduation, the confusing, insecure summer which lead to me not acting like myself til Sept when my feelings were hurt further through a very passive aggressive message (though I admit I brought a lot of it on from my own immature behavior, which resulted from the confusion & insecurity I allowed myself to give into; it’s a cycle, really). Anger caused me to snap out of it, but I was mad at the universe bc I was once again feeling alone, sad, self-destructive & insecure when months earlier I was feeling like it was all coming together. I hate hatehate who I am when I’m like that, because I’m not like that. The last 3 months of 2006 were spent being miserable over still living on LI, not having a real job & slaving away at Ann-fucking-Taylor with the virginal Jesus freaks who talk shit about everyone but smile to their faces. But that was 2006. 2007 is going to be so much better. It has to be. I’m right. The end.
When Tricia & I went to visit CJ for her 21st & then to Baltimore to visit her dad, it was right after the Children’s Theatre’s Liquid Lunch, which was absolutely the defining moment for me in terms of “it’s going to be gone soon.” Brian Sabella & I at one point, after successfully planning it 2 years in a row, looked at each other & said, “This is the last time we’re doing this. It’s not supposed to be the last time. How did this happen?” That’s when I started crying in the middle of Toucan’s, bc I just knew that everything I built for myself was going to be gone, just like that. So in Baltimore, I was in a melancholy place. I remember laying awake & thinking, “Is life going to get better?” And then came Festival, Banquet, Riverfest, our awesome magazine for capping, Yuck & Senior Week and…it did. And I’m so glad that it did, bc if I ended my time at Marist feeling that for once, I had nothing to complain about, I could hold onto everything that makes a person content with life & take great memories with me, even if none of it would be there afterwards. At least I left with a smile. And though I can be a depressive bitch, I’m generally a positive person bc I know that for every friend you fight with, every bad grade you get, every person that fucks you over, every melodrama, every stressful all-nighter trying to balance everything, every argument over buying toilet paper, there’s going to be a moment where it all comes together, that makes you forget about everything that bothers you. And those are the moments that make it all worth it.
That said, here’s pictures from NYE at Ritz’s house, Casa de Bradley:
At the start of the night. Thursday’s haircut was not a moment too soon. Silly, Ian, you can’t stop it so just don’t try to fight it… …Nope, he may be 1 hr & 52 minutes-ish older than me, but I still showed him, ha. Some of the gang: CJ, Golio, Ian-face, Jen, Brian.
Thankful for what each of them taught me this past year. In the words of Ms. Roxie Hart: “These are my boys.” Ah, Golio.Oh, look. It’s the Chris Golio fashion shoot. Awesome. I love Ian-face, birthday buddy & prom date extraordinaire. Poor Jen & Brian just wanted to play beer pong, after waiting through the world’s longest game to get on the table (even Brian Sabella would have wanted to kill himself waiting for this game to end)…
…but CJ only really wanted to play with the dog. Typical. Doesn’t she have like, 12 dogs at home that she doesn’t pay attention to? jk
California in a few hours! I don’t think I officially explained this:
Tricia’s moving back to Coram while Clayton’s finishing his last 6 months stationed in Japan. Sooooo I’m flying out there & then we’re driving back across country with her stuff. I think we’re leaving Tues afternoon, going to Vegas (yippee!) on Tues night since it’s only 2 hours from her soon-to-be-ex-apartment. Then we’re driving through the southern states Wednesday til whenever we’re finished, making stops for her to visit family in Tennesee/Louisiana & going to Lookout Mountain(?) in Tenn. We’re gonna drive up the east coast, (maybe visiting harassing Cassidy at UNC?) then I believe spending the last night at her dad’s apartment in Baltimore. Sooooo in case anyone other than my dog Strider is going to really miss me, we’re going to aim to do it in about 5 days, so fear not. I may or may not post from the road, since I need to check my email as I still foolishly hold out hope that perhaps I’ll hear from some place I’ve applied & magically have a real job waiting for me when I get back. Oh, sweet daydream.
Went to Potown last night to see my MCCTA bitches do one of my all-time favorite shows, Crazy For You (Colleen trivia: the 1st show I ever saw on B’way, was in it years ago; one of the resaons I love the the-at-re). The house was nearly sold out & they did a fantastic job. Mark gets the rockstar award for producing it completely on his own, without a co- or asst prod. Mole Mole got new, clean menus, which sort of ruined the Mexican atmosphere of the joint. Amanda, Sabella, Julie, Julia, Donoghue & I represented the alumn. Speranza got the hottest new haircut & as usual, Rachel was her kickass self. Phil got skinny, so he probably tastes pretty good right now. Yeah, I think I covered it all.
Finally, for your viewing pleasure, I have a picture of one Ian “Ian-face” Topping dressed as a himself in the real world! & one Joseph Matero dressed up as the Crow for Halloween. My mom offering to help him paint his nails black was slightly disturbing, but probably not as disturbing as it was for Joe to walk into my house as I’m straigthening my hair with the Rocky Horror soundtrack BLASTING, obnoxiously singing along, slightly oblivious to the fact that I’ve got company. Why do I ramble so incessantly all the time? Here’s the picture:
Um, just to add: I just turned the TV on & that show where they fix up people’s homes - I totally can’t remember the name right now but it’s on ABC Sundays at 8pm - is on. I put it on right as the chick was asking this little like 7-yr-old boy: “If you could have a special room, what would be it be?”
Ohhh, it’s just too easy. Too easy. Is this show always this Michael-Jackson-esque?
