Cute as crap Childhood bestie Julien is 30 today. Somewhere in the continental United States, a discarded Delia’s catalogue from 1994 bursts into tears.
In each young lady’s life, it is important that she remember that no matter what she’s accomplished, she is, in the grand scheme of things, small potatoes. She shouldn’t be sad about this, but instead, humbled and subsequently driven. In fact, that young lady should spend little to no time worrying about what size potato she is, and instead, just be really good at being one.
Last night, Mamrie and reclaimed fondue! For years it’d been held captive by pre-prom night, by awkward college anniversary dinners, by birthday parties thrown by parents where there’s REALLY never enough little cheesecake squares. Adult fondue is way better than I remember. It’s got beer in it, you drink gin punch with it. As we savored our cheese, somewhere in the southern united states a The Melting Pot bursts into flames.
While it’s really amazing to know that I have plays happening in places where I’m physically not – dangit, I always wish I could be there, especially if it’s the first production (how’m I supposed to figure it out if I can’t see it on its feet?) Sometimes production photos have to suffice. Here’s Take her to see the Maco Lights presented by the Prologue Theater Company in Chicago! THERE’S TREES AND TRAIN TRACKS INSIDE, GUYS, AND I’M REALLY HAPPY ABOUT IT.
Fortunately Maco’s coming to Brooklyn in the Fall through Superwolf – more trees and more traintracks coming soon to some rustic indoor Brooklyn space potentially near or maybe not near you, but please come anyways.
Big Brother Pete is 32 today! Which means I am almost 30! BAH! He’s only the best big brother ever and is quite the ‘catch.’ Also my heart is filled to the ‘brim’ with bday wishes for him. Also something about ‘hooks.’ I am happy to discover that he is spending his b/memorial day fishing, one of his favorite things. Pete, if you’re reading this, your line just got a bite. Also I’m going to call you, right now. Your phone is ringing. I don’t understand how you are on the internet but not on your phone.
I have a hard time reading on the train, and usually just end up spacing out and / or asking myself the Big Questions. Lately, I’ve got a new game to pass the train time, which is called I trick everyone in the train into thinking that I am NOT listening to the entire soundtrack of Wicked, when secretly, that is EXACTLY WHAT I AM DOING.
Only for the sake of establishing myself in the blogosphere today: brother Tim’s lovely girlfriend has a pool atop her apt building in the city. And so we went there, duh.
Now that I’ve officially given birth to the Oregon Trail, and it exists in the world that I may shape and rear it – I’m happy to announce my next project: A NEW MEDEA ADAPTION! I’ve been commissioned by my friend’s theater company to pen it. I was hesitant at first, as I’m usually not drawn to stories that aren’t contemporary. But after pouring through a bunch of Medea translations, I’ve realized that my previous statement is completely idiotic. All stories are in someway contemporary. All of them, and so, I introduce to you, my Medea: Casey Anthony. Or something like her. Or something like that. Something with how now our murderers turn into celebrities. But with choral odes. COMING SOON!