Taking a trip, I am!
...officially, 24 hours from now I will be planting my feet on the sweaty, bead-covered, vomitous soil of my old New Orleans. I will breathe in deep the smell of beignets and Freon. I will have to shield my eyes from the nearly-equatorial sunlight. And in the short walk from the gate to exit of the airport, SOMEone will bet me $5 they know where I got my shoes. Ahhhhhh, can't fucking waitttttt
And to confess...the Melissa you thought you all knew (or, at least , knew of)...the girl who, as a child, used to smell the chairs right after someone got up...the girl who had to sleep off the effects of Klonopins and alcohol in her car one night in the Quarter, before being able to drive home...the girl who wore a complete ensemble made entirely from various pieces of lingerie when performing years ago, in her friend's composition recital...that very girl will be a Maid (Wench) of Honor at her best friend's wedding Saturday morning. She emailed me, asking me about a week and a half ago. Of course I said yes, even managing to squeeze out a few tears as I hit the "Send" button. Then I went online to research my responsbilities: uhhhhh
Let's just say, I'm PRETTY sure these duties are N/A in this case. Said best friend used to be a professional dominatrix in Kansas City, and made paying customers drink her urine. Anyone who can do that...well, I think she can figure out what kind of icing should go on her cake. Hopefully, I get to wear a special corsage, be featured in all the photos, and make her other female friends jealous. I'm up for all that. As she herself is wearing some kind of $200 rotting victorian wedding gown, I don't think I have to worry about color coordinating. She told me to "dress really weird" to show her other friends why they didn't make the cut bwahahaa My response? "Have I any other choice?"
In the meantime, I still have to get June's rent paid, pay my credit card bill, send off my NY state taxes, tidy up my apt. so my ma doesn't think I'm living in squalor, and finish copying my piano music, so that I can practice without lugging around a million books. I'll be in Nashvegas with mein Mutter 06/08-06/12, so I can get my piano/car/kitty/honky-tonkin'/cheap cigarettes fix before driving back up here. Yes. Nashville to NYC. With just my mom. She's staying with me for a few days, ostensibly to buy me stuff and take me and the old man out to eat (oh yeah, our six-month half-aversary is June 13th, awwww!)
Tonight is "Koyaanisqatsi" at Lincoln Center. I will be travelling solo, all the better to woo my REAL boyfriend, Philip Glass. And, I have my fingers crossed, but it appears that in addition to the live music, the film will be projected as well. Pleeeeeaaaaaase let this be true, Oh ye Saints of Multimedia. Jesus, my seat will be a soaking wet mess after 1 hour and 25 minutes of such masturbatory sensory overload.
P.S. Saw Episode III the other night. Not bad, but the acting?????? Samuel L. Jackson's shining moment HAS to be when he slipped out of character and became the "bad motherfucker" from "Pulp Fiction", "Well that's what the prophesy said, [insert "fool!"]
And to confess...the Melissa you thought you all knew (or, at least , knew of)...the girl who, as a child, used to smell the chairs right after someone got up...the girl who had to sleep off the effects of Klonopins and alcohol in her car one night in the Quarter, before being able to drive home...the girl who wore a complete ensemble made entirely from various pieces of lingerie when performing years ago, in her friend's composition recital...that very girl will be a Maid (Wench) of Honor at her best friend's wedding Saturday morning. She emailed me, asking me about a week and a half ago. Of course I said yes, even managing to squeeze out a few tears as I hit the "Send" button. Then I went online to research my responsbilities: uhhhhh
Let's just say, I'm PRETTY sure these duties are N/A in this case. Said best friend used to be a professional dominatrix in Kansas City, and made paying customers drink her urine. Anyone who can do that...well, I think she can figure out what kind of icing should go on her cake. Hopefully, I get to wear a special corsage, be featured in all the photos, and make her other female friends jealous. I'm up for all that. As she herself is wearing some kind of $200 rotting victorian wedding gown, I don't think I have to worry about color coordinating. She told me to "dress really weird" to show her other friends why they didn't make the cut bwahahaa My response? "Have I any other choice?"
In the meantime, I still have to get June's rent paid, pay my credit card bill, send off my NY state taxes, tidy up my apt. so my ma doesn't think I'm living in squalor, and finish copying my piano music, so that I can practice without lugging around a million books. I'll be in Nashvegas with mein Mutter 06/08-06/12, so I can get my piano/car/kitty/honky-tonkin'/cheap cigarettes fix before driving back up here. Yes. Nashville to NYC. With just my mom. She's staying with me for a few days, ostensibly to buy me stuff and take me and the old man out to eat (oh yeah, our six-month half-aversary is June 13th, awwww!)
Tonight is "Koyaanisqatsi" at Lincoln Center. I will be travelling solo, all the better to woo my REAL boyfriend, Philip Glass. And, I have my fingers crossed, but it appears that in addition to the live music, the film will be projected as well. Pleeeeeaaaaaase let this be true, Oh ye Saints of Multimedia. Jesus, my seat will be a soaking wet mess after 1 hour and 25 minutes of such masturbatory sensory overload.
P.S. Saw Episode III the other night. Not bad, but the acting?????? Samuel L. Jackson's shining moment HAS to be when he slipped out of character and became the "bad motherfucker" from "Pulp Fiction", "Well that's what the prophesy said, [insert "fool!"]