Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Hello friends.
Pretty tired today. It is Wednesday afterall, so I guess that should be expected. Have had two very productive evenings as of late. I have done my theater resume and cover letter to just about the best of my ability. Spent two evenings completely focused on it and hopefully they will both be well received by my future potential agents. (insert a fingerscrossed symbol here)
Tonight I have to make up the phone calls that I have let completely slide over the last week.
I have to talk to my parents because they have been begging me to hear all about the vacation. I am going to see them Saturday, so maybe I can just talk to them about it then.
I have to talk to Mariah because we have been playing phone tag like nobody's business. I call, she calls, I call, she calls...no words have been exchanged in person in over a week.
I HAVE TO HAVE TO talk to Paul tonight. We spoke for a few minutes last night, played another round of the infamous phone tag and never actually connected. So tonight, I have to sit with him and discuss the impending future. Is he or is he not moving here? How is he doing with his life in Boston? So many questions to ask and answer.
Also, next weekend, I am going to Boston because he is taking off Friday and Saturday from work so that we can go to Provincetown with Marisa and Mariah. Kind of like a double date weekend trip thing. I guess there is some sort of party going on and we are staying at some beach house. I really don't know too much about it, but it does sound like fun. And it has been ages since I have been to P-town. It feels so good to be in a town filled with gays. No worries. And it actually feels like being gay is normal.
I have been thinking lately that when I get older I am going to move to an all gay area, such as Provincetown, Fire Island, or San Francisco. I never thought that I would ever want to do something like that, but as I get older, I get less excited about living with my family in a city in which very few people understand. Although NYC is a very open-minded city, having kids go to school and tell their friends that they have two daddies does not go over very well. I am sure it happens in SF all the time. It's just something that I am going to want to pursue eventually. At least do some research. I don't want my children to have no straight influence and I definitly don't want them to be clueless as to the way the world really works, but I want them and myself to feel safe and to feel normal. Especially in the formative years.
I don't know.
Just a thought.
Time to go take my fat burner.
Hey, that's what they do in San Francisco.
Pretty tired today. It is Wednesday afterall, so I guess that should be expected. Have had two very productive evenings as of late. I have done my theater resume and cover letter to just about the best of my ability. Spent two evenings completely focused on it and hopefully they will both be well received by my future potential agents. (insert a fingerscrossed symbol here)
Tonight I have to make up the phone calls that I have let completely slide over the last week.
I have to talk to my parents because they have been begging me to hear all about the vacation. I am going to see them Saturday, so maybe I can just talk to them about it then.
I have to talk to Mariah because we have been playing phone tag like nobody's business. I call, she calls, I call, she calls...no words have been exchanged in person in over a week.
I HAVE TO HAVE TO talk to Paul tonight. We spoke for a few minutes last night, played another round of the infamous phone tag and never actually connected. So tonight, I have to sit with him and discuss the impending future. Is he or is he not moving here? How is he doing with his life in Boston? So many questions to ask and answer.
Also, next weekend, I am going to Boston because he is taking off Friday and Saturday from work so that we can go to Provincetown with Marisa and Mariah. Kind of like a double date weekend trip thing. I guess there is some sort of party going on and we are staying at some beach house. I really don't know too much about it, but it does sound like fun. And it has been ages since I have been to P-town. It feels so good to be in a town filled with gays. No worries. And it actually feels like being gay is normal.
I have been thinking lately that when I get older I am going to move to an all gay area, such as Provincetown, Fire Island, or San Francisco. I never thought that I would ever want to do something like that, but as I get older, I get less excited about living with my family in a city in which very few people understand. Although NYC is a very open-minded city, having kids go to school and tell their friends that they have two daddies does not go over very well. I am sure it happens in SF all the time. It's just something that I am going to want to pursue eventually. At least do some research. I don't want my children to have no straight influence and I definitly don't want them to be clueless as to the way the world really works, but I want them and myself to feel safe and to feel normal. Especially in the formative years.
I don't know.
Just a thought.
Time to go take my fat burner.
Hey, that's what they do in San Francisco.
