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Every now and then a project comes along that feels like home and I need to share the love.  Come and take a trip around America with Elizabeth Audley this Monday at The Actors' Playhouse.  She drives a lot, gets notes from men with wooden legs, does not quite look like Susan Sarandon and single handedly saves a national park full of campers from a zombie attack.  Intrigued?  You should be.

Here's the promo video for the play, although this really doesn't do it justice. (Cat's words, not mine.)

all over.

Playing on Monday 8/24 5:15 pm and 9:30 pm, and Wednesday 8/26 2pm

Location: The Actors' Playhouse
100 Seventh Ave South
New York, NY 10014

ABCDEFV to West 4th
1 to Christopher Street

I promise I will both laugh and cry...I'm not sure about anyone else. (There's a line about deer licking jelly covered children that gets me every time)

I really am DAMN insane tonight.




Sarah - WTF? W. T. F.   Plus I knew about that other thing that happened, it was too obvious for it NOT to be true.



"it's in the place where I put that thing that time."

Catherine:  YOU GOT THE UNDERWEAR QUESTION RIGHT

raunchy
ass
bad
mother
fucking
mood

I have recently found out that Better Than Ezra has acquired a new drummer.  May Travis A McNabb have success and I'll be happy to hear Michael play this coming June when BTE comes to my city.  New single, new album, new drummer.  Squeeing.

Been listening to BTE on Pandora and getting reacquainted with some favorites from my high school and undergrad years.  Counting Crows, Toad the Wet Sprocket, Third Eye Blind, Tonic, even some Eve 6 made me dance in bed last night.

I'm tired of people's negativity.  I have enough of my own at the moment that I'm attempting not to internalize, because I know the problems it will cause me in the coming weeks.  So, soothing breathing and not too horrible foods.  Not that I really eat horrible foods as it is anymore, considering I cannot afford things covered in fried compounds with mounds of fat.

Working on blocks.  Working on reading.  Working on writing.  Working on thinking.  Working on designing.  Working on a lot of things.

I'm excited to actually get some PQ design work in, now that I'm about done fixing everyone else's work.  That's another thing that I have to try to release.  I'm back in this mode of knowing I need to release the pent up anger, but I can't always seem to.  There's no reason to hold onto it.  I didn't do it to myself in most cases, I need to let it roll off.

Three days off...and I'm confused as to what to do.

Life is sucking, and I have the best depressing music to go with it, thank you Bon Iver.

It's not all sucking, but enough at the moment to have me waking up in funky moods.

Etrnl:  or you're just very suspicious looking people

When did I become a business in the morning person?

I just sent out 3 or 4 e-mails that weren't of a personal nature...I'm confused.

note to self: YOU NEED NEW ICONS!

I had such a good yet tiring time last week and I don't really have time to write about it, because I need to sleep.

I thank Ian greatly for the time he spent in the car with me so I didn't have to drive all the way myself.  Any man who requests musicals on long car rides gets extra gold stars from me, especially if he doesn't tell me to stop singing along.

Amazing group of people I'm working with and I'm sure that all will break out of their shells quickly.  I found out pretty early on I was put in there to stir the pot a little and get things riled up at moments.  I like my job.

Got to see old friends and have a little more closure on the passing of a great influence in my life.

I'm starting to play with the big kids at these conferences and that is a good sign for my future, I just have to keep on pushing,

Oh, got another design gig the night before I left...I should find some time to read that script this weekend.  It does include a chorus of Catholic school girls in uniform and original music.

More after I sleep some and weed down the list I made in the new google "task" function I found today.  Google rocks my butt and makes it THAT much easier for me to keep my over organized self organized.

"Don't play with my jesus"
-bad hunter dude that starts with a K

I love mashed potaoes.

Seriously.  And I was craving them.  And my mom came through.

Mom, you rock!

I'm having eye issues.
First face wash, now grapefruit.

Glad I'm not having salad or I'd end up with Italian dressing in my eye, even if I was eating blue cheese!

"They have wigs and spandex, we have no fucking clue what they're capable of "
-Bette Porter

My heater smells like burning.

I can't stop eating.


That is all.

This weekend has been full of bits of this and that.


Read bits of different things; played some games; kept up with friends; watched some different movies (and an old classic);  had so many different emotions; went to a museum; ate good food; joked; had a serious discussion.

It's amazing how therapeutic my weekly talks with Sandee are.  She validated some strong feelings I had this week and it kind of opened up my thinking.  I'm ok with things.  One of those realizations that makes you take a deep breath and smile.

It's one of those well rounded weekends.

The new Lily Allen album kinda cracks me up and Trust Me is worth watching.

Other things I realized: the second hald of Under The Table and Dreaming is to die for.  I know I said it the other day, but I had to say it again.  Although that does leave out "Typical Situation," argh! 

Jennifer Schecter needs to get her ass kicked (Marie, back me up on this one).

I believe I drank too much water in the past two hours...oops.

AND I'm going to a really awesome show on Tuesday.  I don't know WHY I like Ibsen so much, but I do.  I really, really do.  So bring it on!  It will have to counteract my feeling of utter detachment from modern drama.  UGH!  That alone I could write an essay on, and is a topic for another time.

Other, other, other....No, I do belive that is it for the evening.

I am going to read myself to sleep now.

So you really CAN pay what you want to get into The Met.  Kerrie and I, poor people that we are, paid a total of 17 cents yesterday.  I feel bad about it, but worse about the status of my back account.  They said I could do it.  I felt 13 cents was unlucky, otherwise they would have had 18 cents.

We spent many hours walking and chatting.  I like it when the galleries are empty, I can talk louder.  Most of the time in the French brozne exhibit was spent trying not to laugh.  We were just having mad crazy giggle fits.  In the modern exhibit we had to ask if we could press the petal.  Who touches the art that says "Please do not touch!" without asking first?  Not I.  Also, apparently I went along in Kerrie's head to a museum in Stockholm and we had some conversations.  Proves I CAN get inside brains. HA!

Took a packed rush hour train ride downtown and wandered to fulfill my Dojo's craving.  Soy burgers, how I love thee!  Kerrie and Warren seemed to enjoy it.  And its inexpensive.  And there were vegrtables involved.  Le sigh.  Happy tummies were had all around.  Cracked up the whole meal.  For some reason, Warren and I would break out laughing and blame it on the other one laughing, so it was an endless circle of needless blame.  Got accused of withholding microwaveable dessert recipes from Kerrie (then gave her the alterations to make it better).

We discussed the quirks of our kitchens (Kerrie's oven won't close; Warren only has one hugantic pot to cook in).

An eventful and fulfilling evening.


PS - Snow Patrol and grapefruit are making my day pretty awesome

Kathryn

elly is being really cute....she's sitting on the floor drawing away and babbling. Like I understand anything she says.

Rachelle

but of COURSE you do

HAHAHAHA

that is cute

Kathryn

she has picked up a ton of words

and can now open a marker

UGH

Rachelle

that's when all hell breaks lose

Kathryn

and then she runs off.....with markers