Thursday, June 24, 2004
I am Eggsausted
Last night we had a very intensive theatre meeting. Since we always meet in Manhattan, Kelly and I decided that we should be polite and trek out to Brooklyn so that the third member of our group, Meg, didn’t have to do ALL of the traveling. It was such a beautiful night and perfect for the trip.
On the way down to Brooklyn, the trains got fucked up and I ended up standing on some random platform waiting for a new train to rescue me from the clutches of the subway station. Out of nowhere, I felt someone pull on my bag and I whip around to see Kelly standing behind me. We traveled separately to the meeting and how she ever found me in the chaos of the NYC transit system, I’ll never know.
We ride to our destination and on the walk to Megan’s apartment, we run into her boyfriend, Jason. After talking to him for a few moments, we continue to walk and then bump into our friend, Anne. HUH!? Brooklyn is a VERY big place and how all of this happened in a matter of 20 minutes I’ll never know. Craziness, I tell ya.
Once at Megan’s we climbed up to her roof and did the read-thru of the script we wrote. Sitting up high, glasses of wine in hand, the landscape of Manhattan looming beautifully in the background…it was a very surreal and remarkable experience. It almost made the 60 minute subway ride to get there worth it. Almost.
We are pretty excited about the headway we have made with this show. I mean its super good. And I’m not one of those people to toot a horn unless it’s worthy of being tooted. We’ve worked very hard and it shows. I just hope it pays off in the end. Leaving it in God’s hands, as I can’t be trusted to leave it in my own.
Last night when Paul got home, he found me eating a dinner consisting of potato chips and BBQ sauce. I put on a sad face and said “I’m hungry”. His face fell and he immediately took me to get a nice and healthy Israeli meal at a new restaurant down the street. I mean, who DOESN’T eat falafel at 12:30am? As we were eating our hummus and pita, Paul mentioned that he received two free Madonna tickets from a friend of his at work. “Joe, we HAVE to go see Madonna tomorrow night.”
After I finished vomiting in my mouth, I told Paul that I had very little to no interest in seeing Esther perform her overrated “hits”. It’s not that I don’t respect Madonna for all that she has accomplished...I’m just really tired and wanted a low key night; not a night of hanging out with fairy queens and 8 year old girls all screaming about how we are “Material Girls” for one reason or another. If it means a lot to Paul, I’ll go with him and sit patiently through the concert. But if it was up to me, I would go immediately home after work, smoke a bowl, make a nice dinner and turn on repeats of Scrubs and ER. Whatever, I’m sure my destiny is to see Madonna and I shouldn’t complain. Many people would kill for this opportunity. I just wish they would kill me now so I wouldn’t have to go.
Why is Alanis Morissette marrying Ryan Reynolds? If you’ve seen National Lampoon’s Van Wilder than you know what a toolbox he is. It’s too bad really. I’ve always respected Alanis for her music and sing-song anger laden lyrics. But now, she is really turning into a big, soft, cornball. I mean, she’s never had great taste in men. Dave Coulier anyone? I mean, she went down on him in a movie theater.
CUT IT OUT!
Although my thighs say no, my belly says yes. Pizza, I must run to you today. I must run and collapse into your arms and be your love slave. Pizza oh pizza, remember me on this special day.
I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadows. If I fail, if I succeed, pizza knows that I believe.
No matter what they take from me, they can’t take away my dignity.
Because the greatest love of all is happening to me. And to pizza.
To pizza and to me.
Last night we had a very intensive theatre meeting. Since we always meet in Manhattan, Kelly and I decided that we should be polite and trek out to Brooklyn so that the third member of our group, Meg, didn’t have to do ALL of the traveling. It was such a beautiful night and perfect for the trip.
On the way down to Brooklyn, the trains got fucked up and I ended up standing on some random platform waiting for a new train to rescue me from the clutches of the subway station. Out of nowhere, I felt someone pull on my bag and I whip around to see Kelly standing behind me. We traveled separately to the meeting and how she ever found me in the chaos of the NYC transit system, I’ll never know.
We ride to our destination and on the walk to Megan’s apartment, we run into her boyfriend, Jason. After talking to him for a few moments, we continue to walk and then bump into our friend, Anne. HUH!? Brooklyn is a VERY big place and how all of this happened in a matter of 20 minutes I’ll never know. Craziness, I tell ya.
Once at Megan’s we climbed up to her roof and did the read-thru of the script we wrote. Sitting up high, glasses of wine in hand, the landscape of Manhattan looming beautifully in the background…it was a very surreal and remarkable experience. It almost made the 60 minute subway ride to get there worth it. Almost.
We are pretty excited about the headway we have made with this show. I mean its super good. And I’m not one of those people to toot a horn unless it’s worthy of being tooted. We’ve worked very hard and it shows. I just hope it pays off in the end. Leaving it in God’s hands, as I can’t be trusted to leave it in my own.
Last night when Paul got home, he found me eating a dinner consisting of potato chips and BBQ sauce. I put on a sad face and said “I’m hungry”. His face fell and he immediately took me to get a nice and healthy Israeli meal at a new restaurant down the street. I mean, who DOESN’T eat falafel at 12:30am? As we were eating our hummus and pita, Paul mentioned that he received two free Madonna tickets from a friend of his at work. “Joe, we HAVE to go see Madonna tomorrow night.”
After I finished vomiting in my mouth, I told Paul that I had very little to no interest in seeing Esther perform her overrated “hits”. It’s not that I don’t respect Madonna for all that she has accomplished...I’m just really tired and wanted a low key night; not a night of hanging out with fairy queens and 8 year old girls all screaming about how we are “Material Girls” for one reason or another. If it means a lot to Paul, I’ll go with him and sit patiently through the concert. But if it was up to me, I would go immediately home after work, smoke a bowl, make a nice dinner and turn on repeats of Scrubs and ER. Whatever, I’m sure my destiny is to see Madonna and I shouldn’t complain. Many people would kill for this opportunity. I just wish they would kill me now so I wouldn’t have to go.
Why is Alanis Morissette marrying Ryan Reynolds? If you’ve seen National Lampoon’s Van Wilder than you know what a toolbox he is. It’s too bad really. I’ve always respected Alanis for her music and sing-song anger laden lyrics. But now, she is really turning into a big, soft, cornball. I mean, she’s never had great taste in men. Dave Coulier anyone? I mean, she went down on him in a movie theater.
CUT IT OUT!
Although my thighs say no, my belly says yes. Pizza, I must run to you today. I must run and collapse into your arms and be your love slave. Pizza oh pizza, remember me on this special day.
I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadows. If I fail, if I succeed, pizza knows that I believe.
No matter what they take from me, they can’t take away my dignity.
Because the greatest love of all is happening to me. And to pizza.
To pizza and to me.
