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Will somebody please just go ahead and give us the Coolest Father Daughter Pair Ever award?

There’s really few things better than thank you notes. Their cute exteriors and the sweet things inside of them. It’s a great theater polite-ism that weirdly I don’t do. Why don’t I do it? I need to do it. With House of Home I gifted each actor with a free Homemade Monologue. Overwhelmed with gratitude for their work, I couldn’t help it, and I can’t WAIT to make them all say more things. As for the cards  – what exactly does one do with them? Keep them in a box to either motivate or make sad your granddaughter? Or: just read and digest? (They later come out as confidence.)

The lovely Emily Simoness, actor in my williamstown play, has a family farm up in Brewster, NY. Geniusly, she is starting to invite groups up to develop plays, writers to write, etc – but not only do you do play things – you also work on the farm during your stay. I think, in the spirit of disengaging from completely from the way the way the world actually works (stupid trains / fax machines / toss your own salad / student loans)…I’m going to head there for a week in Sept, challenge myself to write a 2 character play, and feed some chickens. People, I am going to ‘Ryde*’ this train of good fortune for as long as I possibly can. Then, I will cry and get a job at H&M.

*Zing.

Just Shut UP.

I love williamsburg. So so much. I can’t even tell anymore how much it is actually williamsburg that I love, or the fact that it’s been my home for 4 years, and it’s where my stuff is. Mayhaps equal parts? But I love the weird smells and walking to get things and one million iced coffee options and hasidics and puerto ricans and new and old restaurants and bikes. LOVE. I venture to say that I could live here forever, given that I have some sort of occasional escape vehicle and destination.

Ladies, hayyyyyyy, are you ‘with’ me, and things? Hair is always better at the beach. And then you have what we call ‘beach hair.’ And then you spend the rest of your life – when you SHOULD be you know, enriching your mind, doing meaningful things and helping others, trying to create said hair. Heh. WOMEN.

You know that thing that I do, that I have dubbed, ‘blogging from bubble of narcissism,’ which I do all the time? Well! I will continue to do it. I just arrived in Poughkeepsie, campus of Vassar College, to spend two weeks workshopping A Long and happy Life with New York Stage and Film. It is totally perfect, because I actually started the play this time last year in this very place, prompted by some terrorist bomb anxiety that I suddenly felt in Grand Central. (Go There, I dare you, and try and NOT feel it.) And so, I will be diving into this play, clarifying, trying to fix, do a bit of honing in on why I started the play to begin with, this play that has grown into a beast – that i believe in -  as well as playing with my step team / greek chorus (YES) and trying NOT to revert to corporate housing days – and inspect my furnished apartment ( I am in great townhouse thing instead of dorms, and the furnishings are nearly EXACTLY like that of Equity’s. Nightmares, I will have.) That was eleven things, and a lot of commas, and you’re welcome.

Please enjoy that fairly irrellevant picture of a child auditioning for a….personal pan pizza commercial?

BOOKIT!!!!!!

Last night, Kerry and I went to the see the acting company – 26 incredible actors – do their 2 monologues a piece for the Assistant Directors to cast them in their side projects. (Williamstown has all of these intricate project layers that I am just starting to understand.) It was nearly 3 hours of monologue-ing, which you would think would get dull and dry. But: the actors were amazing, and I found it to be extremely useful in terms of my homemade monologue-ing, I made a lot of mental notes……I think when I’m writing mine, I sometimes get stuck in the idea of the thing I’m writing, and have trouble making it active, in terms of what is fueling the monologue, and who the person is speaking to.

AND: 3 of the actors did monologues from my plays! It was completely surreal. I’ve sat in on so many auditions, and of course done them myself in high school and college: and to hear my OWN PLAY announced as the monologue piece was completely insane and amazing*.

* I went to public school, and have a limited vocabulary, therefore will say  amazing 1100 times except the for occassional ‘fantastic.’

Amazing.

Things that I don’t like:

not sleeping on plane because of well, not being able to ever sleep on plane, and also large german people discussing some loud german thing the entire flight, and then $60 and hour long cab ride from JFK just TEN MILES AWAY. Also don’t like: being mentally slow and confused by everything, only having 24 hours to get ready for camp (seriously, twin linens, seriously?) also don’t like not having a printer that works, and not having brain power to elegantly phrase any of this, or post pictures from CA with smarmy sayings before or after.

THINGS THAT I DO LIKE:

Getting to be home for a minute, a greeting from the baby kitty, bday cards and presents from Kilbys and friends, banana bread, good news.

AND, since I am nearly 30, or 2 years closer, at least, I found it only appropriate that I purchase and wear this dress that I can only describe as ‘Laura Ingles goes to a cupcake party.’

It was kind of fun to be 3 hours behind my actual bday, and awake to a bunch of bday texts and facebook things. It’s funny now, how there are so many ways to wish someone happy bday. And: you can log on to facebook and actually quantify it, like, wow, 86 people like me this morning! But then, you can take it one step further, and actually send a MESSAGE. And a step further: a text. A step further: a phone call. A step even further: a phone call, with Song.  I feel very lucky today, and am stoked to do a whole lot of nothing, and eating, in this very birthday dress, and to try and keep Steve from buying me a new computer, lest I become a Real Housewife of Silverlake.