I Want a Golden Pony

The other night I had one of those nights that was pretty much perfect, though for a few moments I thought it would be a horrible time.

Last week, a very dear friend of mine emailed me an invitation to go to a screening with her. Naturally I would go regardless of what the film was as I enjoy her company. I glanced quickly at the synopsis; it was harmless enough. Not that exciting, but still fun nonetheless.


We get to the theater, and having a conversation, and at some point she says "...it's Woody Allen..."

Cue needle scratching across a record.

I am not a fan of Woody Allen films. In fact, at one point in my life, my roommates were watching a Woody Allen movie and I had to leave my apartment because the sound of it just drove me nuts.

But it's too late to leave now.

We sit.

In my head I go back and forth.

"This is going to be the longest 90 minutes of my life..."

"Well, In eighth grade, I caught Everything You Need To Know About Sex... and that was enjoyable."

"Yes, but there were adults dressed as sperm in that movie."

The lights went down. The movie starts.

Within five minutes, I thought "I LOVE this!"

The film is Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Go see it! It releases on August 15th. I never knew infidelity could be so entertaining.

Afterward we went to Chipotle. Now I know that I am on the quest to lose 300 pounds, but my friend had free burrito coupons. And she convinced me by saying "It's free so it's like eating nothing."

Then I went back home and played on my Nintendo DS.

Good times.

Go see [title of show].

And enjoy my favorite Geico commercial, brought to you by Hulu.com:

[week]

This has been an insane week, and I have not been writing because there has been no time.

Right now I lay in bed, exhausted, but very very happy.

The best part of my week had to be going to my first Broadway Opening for something near and dear to my heart. [title of show] opened on Thursday, and the evening was amazing. The pictures that I would have you see are here.

And these are clothes I will never be able to afford:


Tomorrow I may have to stay home all day and get myself together...

Color Me Susan

It's the day of the show y'all!

Today, work is going to seem like it is going on forever.

After that.

[title of show]

opening.

Broadway.

Is This Thing On?

Since I have turned 85 this year, I have started to love new things:

Pineapple
Strawberries
Long walks around Astoria after sundown.

My roommate and I have taken to walking at night because it settles us down for the day and it's supposed to aid in digestion! It has become my favorite part of the day: there's no stress, and the breeze is nice, as is the company.

This evening I was a little distracted. Earlier, I was spending time watching clips of 30 Rock on Hulu.com, and all I could think of was this:




This show is so good, even stupid Sherri Shepherd can't ruin it.

The Day Off.

Sundays were never my favorite. I always dreaded another week of school, or work, or band camp. What? Don't act like you didn't...

I think I have figured out my way away from those Sunday Night Blues.

Well, I should say it worked for me tonight. The past few weeks have been full of nonstop movement between birthdays, and baptisms, and drinks, and one act festivals, and drinks, and Broadway Shows. And house guests. And Jersey. And drinks.

Today was my day! Well so was Friday, but that didn't count.

Today I dedicated myself to cleaning my room. Going through financials to be shredded I realized (AGAIN!) that I am not as good with money as I should be and that I need some restraint. It was frustrating, but I got a plan together and I am moving on.

Then I went jogging.

And came home and made a turkey burger.

And then I called my dad, and was pointless because I crashed minutes into the conversation and couldn't offer anything up.

Then a nice bath in epsom salts.

I am now sitting here feeling all dried out and relaxed.

And I welcome another week of crazy.

Now eat these and enjoy them.

Is this thing on?

Today I had a life lesson bring meaning to a school lesson of my freshman year:

I was at work today and it occurred to me that I needed to use the restroom. This is nothing new. I try to keep hydrated as much as possible throughout the day and that is what happens when one drinks as much water as I tend to. The whole process becomes so mindless because it becomes so repetitive. I walked briskly down the stairs to the restrooms, most likely humming a song a daydreaming about being in my own Broadway musical. It probably went something like this:

(Picture you are in my head hearing me sing. Orchestra is swelling. Audiences are tearing.)

But alone is aloooooooone, not a-liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (BAM!)

That bam we hear, and the slight pain that accompanies it, is me walking into the bathroom door. Today it didn't open because the humidity made the door swell just enough that you had to break the seal.

My freshman acting teacher told our class that he never goes the same way to work, especially if he is acting in a show. He never really elaborated and I had assumed that it was just a superstition thing. But it all came together when I hit the heavy metal door.

Always stay in the moment. Don't be like the crunchy people that walk around Whole Foods in a daze, completely unaware of their surroundings.

We'll Rock Hard With Only Four Chairs

During lunch with a dear friend today, I mentioned that people need to break the cycle. One should not continue a Sisyphean lifestyle.

I now declare that I myself will follow that rule from this moment forward.

Other declarations:

Go see [title of show].
I will wear shorts tomorrow because it is too effing hot.
Tomorrow I will find the cord to my camera so I can upload pictures.

Good meeting everyone.