Please observe this irksomely sideways picture of Steve’s car. It’s an incredible little pre-owned hatchback guy, and he drove it all the way back here from LA, and THIS lucky lady gets to borrow it. And I have to say, it is kind of blowing my mind how much I love driving it around BK. It’s like a whole new town. Trying not to be too obsessed, or hit pedestrians. THANKS STEVE!
I dreamt that I woke up and realized that I had a job I’d been forgetting to go to. I think I was someone’s research assistant or something? So I panicked and went to the ‘place’ and the person hadn’t noticed that I hadn’t been there; didn’t care. I think I do have some anxiety about NOT having a job. Isn’t that the dumbs? While I savor this time, it’s also making me a bit nutters, the lack of stability. I think I’d really benefit from a job again, which I will totally need at some point very soon. I interviewed for a staff position on a new TV show last week (yay) but I have no idea how it went. If I had to put my money on it’s outcome, I would be standing there weirdly with some money in my hand, not knowing where to put it.
It just really really sucks when it rains here, unless of course you are Suri Cruise.
…in which case it is adorable. I guess if you are not Suri Cruise it sucks when it rains anywhere you are. It drains you of any optimism or motivation. The rain in NYC will be here all week, so I will be escaping to Ryder farm:
to write a play about ghosts. Take THAT, rain! ( I guess, technically, it also rains on farms. But then at least there are chickens. And ghosts.)
Mandy’s fire island wedding was totally perfect. I mean, post-beach ceremony, the flower girl and the ring bearer ran around holding hands. You really can’t make that up.
The weather was perfect:
Steve and I were well-dressed and behaved:
The bride a perfect version of herself:
And the crowd dancey.
Heading to Fire Island today for Mandy and Nav’s wedding! (see: amazing Equity co-worker, and her hillarious /sweet / guinessy Irish fiance). Never been, and can’t wait. I hear there is fish. I hear it is nice.
Boredom whilest waiting to record radio, standing in hall with weird equipment, will make you do crazy things (see: making the equipment talk to one each other like adults.)
Now this is just my opinion, and I surely know some great both-theater people couples, but: I think that oftentimes, theater people are best in relationships with non-theater people. Or even broader: it’s best to be with someone who is NOT in your industry. Because when you are all I AM FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS INDUSTRY SPECIFIC THING THAT YOU DON’T FULLY UNDERSTAND AND I AM JUST REALLY FREAKING OUT! The partner is: um, I don’t really know what you’re talking about. Stop freaking out. And thus, the theater person’s panic is NOT indulged. And so, love.