Monday, June 03, 2002
The weekend is over and now I must face the fact that I don't have a day off until July. Ugh. I have to work a REAL job now? Unfair. It will be ok. Cuz in July is my birthday and vacation!!!
Ok...I am going to be 25 years old. Can I NOT be 25 years old? Actually 25 is kinda cool. It's so old and mature. And maybe I will get my man body then.
Last night for dinner, I made gorditas and tacos. Rita brought home canolis for dessert and we all just ate and ate until the upset stomachs forced us into our rooms to writhe in pain. I woke up this morning with some serious indigestion. But I don't think that was from the tacos. I think that was from the pack of crackers that I ate in bed.
(Do you remember that commercial about crackers in bed? "But motha, they ahn't crackahs, they ah fig newtons")
Stupid british and their great commercials.
Now I drink orange juice and get acid stomach. Yum.
Tomorrow I get to go see how my headshots turned out. I am pretty excited. The whole experience was wonderful. The photographer, Nick Granito, was so good with me. We spoke for just about an hour before he took any pictures. He wanted to know all about me so that during the shoot he could say things to me to get me where he wanted me to go with each roll. We talked alot about Paul, a lot about my acting, my experiences in NYC thus far...it was great. He gave me tons of compliments, told me I had a "great look", informed me of certain things that I need to know as far as becoming an actor goes, and overall just gave me back some of the confidence that I have lost since college.
I walked out of the studio on cloud 10. (Cloud 9 was booked due to a prior engagement) I was so thrilled. It made me want to do photo shoots every day. I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!
After that, I went to stay at Mariah's apartment with Paul. Rachel was there and we smoked and laughed and blared music and just rocked out. That night we went to a bunch of different places for drinks; including the XL Lounge and Henrietta Hudsons. Mariah seemed upset at the first couple of places and I picked up the fact that we needed a shot of lesbianism stat. We rushed over to the ever popular lesbo bar and had a blast! Mariah's mood quickly picked up and she was like the queen of the bar. She was up dancing on the "stage" for about the entire night. Girls, guys, dogs, and bunnies were all over her. I think that Henrietta's made her feel more at home. It is comfortable, crazy, and she was the star. I was so proud of her.
She scored us ecstacy, free drinks, passes to an after hours party, and a special invite to a party later on in the week. (Side note, we did not take the X) I gotta use this girl more often. She can get me some good shit.
After we got back to her apartment, she crashed. In my 2 years of being close to Mariah, I have only seen her cry a handful of times. In the 2 days that I hung out with her over the weekend, she cried about 8 times. :(
She is pretty homesick for Boston and very overwhelmed. It will be ok. It takes time and as long as everyone in her life just gives her a little breathing room, she should be able to rise above it all with flying colors. I have faith in her and I will be here for her all the way. It's my turn afterall.
Having her here in the city is just about the best thing that has happened in a while. She and I have so much fun, an incredible support system within eachother, and an understanding that only happens between best friends. I think you get what I am saying. Also, by having her here, I have just about doubled the amount of friends I have in the city. Scary, huh? I can still count them all on one hand, but hey...at least it's something!
Paul was incredible this weekend. He was so good with Mariah, so good with me, and an absolute pleasure the entire visit. If it weren't for me and my smart ass mouth, we wouldn't have fought about anything all weekend. When he and Mariah said goodbye to eachother on Saturday morning, Rachel and I sat there and cried along with them. The whole situation broke hearts. Seeing Paul cry over having Mariah move made me want to pick him up in my arms and cradle him like the adorable little child he really is. He is so tough sometimes that it really seems as though he doesn't have a heart at all. But then when confronted with a situation in which he can't control his emotions, he just lets go and I just fall in love all over again. He was such a good boy!
He is coming to visit again next week. And I can't wait.
What else? Going for drinks with Mariah tonight. It will be her first "drinks" outing. I mean, it won't be the first time that she has ever HAD drinks...but it will be her first "I live in NYC and go for drinks around 5pm" outing. She is excited and I know it will get her mind off of being lonely.
She just called. She sounded GREAT! I am so proud of her. She was like: "I am on 34th and 5th!" YAYAYAY. It is so cute to hear her say that.
I am just thrilled by this whole thing.
Alright...almost time for a smoke. And I need it today. (WINKLES!)
Ok...I am going to be 25 years old. Can I NOT be 25 years old? Actually 25 is kinda cool. It's so old and mature. And maybe I will get my man body then.
Last night for dinner, I made gorditas and tacos. Rita brought home canolis for dessert and we all just ate and ate until the upset stomachs forced us into our rooms to writhe in pain. I woke up this morning with some serious indigestion. But I don't think that was from the tacos. I think that was from the pack of crackers that I ate in bed.
(Do you remember that commercial about crackers in bed? "But motha, they ahn't crackahs, they ah fig newtons")
Stupid british and their great commercials.
Now I drink orange juice and get acid stomach. Yum.
Tomorrow I get to go see how my headshots turned out. I am pretty excited. The whole experience was wonderful. The photographer, Nick Granito, was so good with me. We spoke for just about an hour before he took any pictures. He wanted to know all about me so that during the shoot he could say things to me to get me where he wanted me to go with each roll. We talked alot about Paul, a lot about my acting, my experiences in NYC thus far...it was great. He gave me tons of compliments, told me I had a "great look", informed me of certain things that I need to know as far as becoming an actor goes, and overall just gave me back some of the confidence that I have lost since college.
I walked out of the studio on cloud 10. (Cloud 9 was booked due to a prior engagement) I was so thrilled. It made me want to do photo shoots every day. I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!
After that, I went to stay at Mariah's apartment with Paul. Rachel was there and we smoked and laughed and blared music and just rocked out. That night we went to a bunch of different places for drinks; including the XL Lounge and Henrietta Hudsons. Mariah seemed upset at the first couple of places and I picked up the fact that we needed a shot of lesbianism stat. We rushed over to the ever popular lesbo bar and had a blast! Mariah's mood quickly picked up and she was like the queen of the bar. She was up dancing on the "stage" for about the entire night. Girls, guys, dogs, and bunnies were all over her. I think that Henrietta's made her feel more at home. It is comfortable, crazy, and she was the star. I was so proud of her.
She scored us ecstacy, free drinks, passes to an after hours party, and a special invite to a party later on in the week. (Side note, we did not take the X) I gotta use this girl more often. She can get me some good shit.
After we got back to her apartment, she crashed. In my 2 years of being close to Mariah, I have only seen her cry a handful of times. In the 2 days that I hung out with her over the weekend, she cried about 8 times. :(
She is pretty homesick for Boston and very overwhelmed. It will be ok. It takes time and as long as everyone in her life just gives her a little breathing room, she should be able to rise above it all with flying colors. I have faith in her and I will be here for her all the way. It's my turn afterall.
Having her here in the city is just about the best thing that has happened in a while. She and I have so much fun, an incredible support system within eachother, and an understanding that only happens between best friends. I think you get what I am saying. Also, by having her here, I have just about doubled the amount of friends I have in the city. Scary, huh? I can still count them all on one hand, but hey...at least it's something!
Paul was incredible this weekend. He was so good with Mariah, so good with me, and an absolute pleasure the entire visit. If it weren't for me and my smart ass mouth, we wouldn't have fought about anything all weekend. When he and Mariah said goodbye to eachother on Saturday morning, Rachel and I sat there and cried along with them. The whole situation broke hearts. Seeing Paul cry over having Mariah move made me want to pick him up in my arms and cradle him like the adorable little child he really is. He is so tough sometimes that it really seems as though he doesn't have a heart at all. But then when confronted with a situation in which he can't control his emotions, he just lets go and I just fall in love all over again. He was such a good boy!
He is coming to visit again next week. And I can't wait.
What else? Going for drinks with Mariah tonight. It will be her first "drinks" outing. I mean, it won't be the first time that she has ever HAD drinks...but it will be her first "I live in NYC and go for drinks around 5pm" outing. She is excited and I know it will get her mind off of being lonely.
She just called. She sounded GREAT! I am so proud of her. She was like: "I am on 34th and 5th!" YAYAYAY. It is so cute to hear her say that.
I am just thrilled by this whole thing.
Alright...almost time for a smoke. And I need it today. (WINKLES!)
