Monday, May 02, 2005
goof.
metropolitan diary: last week the monkey and i were in one of those old bars with lots of dark wood where you *could* drink something other than a shot and a beer, but no one does, and it was packed, and just about the time i realized i was having to yell to make myself heard across the tiny table, the bartender yelled, "QUIET!" and everyone sat there silent for a few seconds, and the vibe was sort of shocked-and-chastised, and then some guy started clinking his spoon against his water glass, crying "speech! speech! speech!" and the whole bar joined in, but the bartender didn't give a speech, he just bounced the loud English guy who'd drunk so much he thought it was polite to put his head in my pizza.
you were all so nice to leave comments. sorry i was lost in other stuff and didn't notice.
item: the one who is least afraid is not afraid to get married. i am thrilled.
also my parents are in italy. they sent me emails their first day; my mother about losing her debit card and a hundred euros before she even stepped on italian soil, and my father about zooming around florence on a rented bicycle. "twisty streets. death haunts every corner," he wrote. i asked him please to be careful, since my recall of italy was of dodging a lot of taxis as a lowly pedestrian. "no death problems," he wrote back. "i'm learning how."
me, too. i've spent the last couple of weeks telling most of the important people that i'm applying to the performance studies program at tisch this fall. i don't know why it's suddenly so clear, but i haven't been so happy in a long, long time. i'll still be on the pavement for a year, all early morning auditioning and shit, and i'll keep sending postcards of my face to all the usual suspects, but come next june i fully expect to be a co-ed once again. i keep reminding myself i do have to get in first, and all my letters of recommendation and academic writing samples are seven years old. there's a row to hoe ahead, but: happy is worth a lot.
and, we move this week. closing is set, finally, for thursday, and everything moves the next day. beefy guys are coming to carry our boxes. packing is never disneyland, but it is oddly uplifting this time around. us. our home. for reals.
you were all so nice to leave comments. sorry i was lost in other stuff and didn't notice.
item: the one who is least afraid is not afraid to get married. i am thrilled.
also my parents are in italy. they sent me emails their first day; my mother about losing her debit card and a hundred euros before she even stepped on italian soil, and my father about zooming around florence on a rented bicycle. "twisty streets. death haunts every corner," he wrote. i asked him please to be careful, since my recall of italy was of dodging a lot of taxis as a lowly pedestrian. "no death problems," he wrote back. "i'm learning how."
me, too. i've spent the last couple of weeks telling most of the important people that i'm applying to the performance studies program at tisch this fall. i don't know why it's suddenly so clear, but i haven't been so happy in a long, long time. i'll still be on the pavement for a year, all early morning auditioning and shit, and i'll keep sending postcards of my face to all the usual suspects, but come next june i fully expect to be a co-ed once again. i keep reminding myself i do have to get in first, and all my letters of recommendation and academic writing samples are seven years old. there's a row to hoe ahead, but: happy is worth a lot.
and, we move this week. closing is set, finally, for thursday, and everything moves the next day. beefy guys are coming to carry our boxes. packing is never disneyland, but it is oddly uplifting this time around. us. our home. for reals.
