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It's true, it's quarter to seven on a Sunday morning and I am up, coffee steaming beside me, fresh from the bathtub. I suspect my neighbor across the hall is a drug dealer, because people are forever parading in and out at all hours -- like this morning at 3:15, when someone knocked on his door and incidentally woke me up. I tried to bore myself to sleep with homework, read 80 pages of "On the Nature of Human Romantic Interaction," and sat in the tub for the better part of an hour. Now I'm left with a wirey, jumpy sensation, as if my body has suddenly shrunk and I am bursting at the edges for release. So I decided to try for an update of sorts, since the last week has been rather eventful.
My birthday was satisfactory. My favorite bar had a Prom theme the night of my party, so there were people dressed up and dancing. I danced! For the first time in Colorado! Alyssa, Caleb, Nick and Robin helped me ring in another year. I don't remember the last third of the evening, as people kept pouring liquor down my throat. But here are some highlights for me to remember in my old age: meeting Jose, an overweight Mexican who barely speaks English, who wanted to be my boyfriend 2 minutes after introducing himself (he kept trying to kiss me, so I finally played the lesbian card to shoo him away); dancing with Alyssa, including a slow dance to "My Girl", during which Jose glowered over us like a wounded animal; Robin rushing up to me and thrusting a card into my hand, when I opened it a joint fell out; tickle fight between me and Alyssa in front of Caleb and Nick. I remember drinking a Long Island, two or three margaritas, a chocolate cake shot, a redheaded slut shot, and at least two double cranberry and vodkas. In four hours. Nick later told me "I didn't realize how drunk you were until we left the bar and got in the car. [He drove.] You held your own in the bar, but when we got to the car I realized, 'Whoa, this is one roaring drunk woman.'"
I took SAFARI to Kinkos on 6.6.06, picked it up the next day. Nick and I went out to dinner to the Olive Garden to celebrate (he edited the collection). During which, we were treated to the pleasure of it being our waiter's first day on the job. At some point, I started translating what the waiter was saying to us into real English.
EXAMPLES
Manager: How is your meal tonight?
= How badly did your waiter fuck up your meal tonight?
or
Waiter: Be careful, these plates are hot.
= Your food sat under the heat lamp for a while before I brought it out.
Nick found the whole thing fascinating, mostly because even though we've both worked a lot in the food industry, he was always in the kitchen and rarely interacted with the customers. He wants me to write a script now about waiting tables. I told him it's already been done, but offered up an idea that combines the format (mockumentary) of The Office and the inside jokes of Office Space in a restaurant setting. Another project to percolate over.
Anyway. The next day I went to pick up my book. 50 copies, and thanks to Xtina, the cover is gorgeous. (She let me use one of her pieces for the cover art.) It's a new stage for me. I've had singular poems published before, but never a full collection of just me. Granted, it's self-published through Kinkos, but I have to start somewhere. And I know the price is a tad high ($7 ea.) but it cost me over $8 a book to do. Not to mention the fact that the postage is 1.60 for each copy. I'm hoping, though, that I can now start submitting it to full-length competitions and recoup some $$$ that way. Pie in the sky and all that.
Congratulations to anyone who graduated from K yesterday.
Cue the Dead People Laughing has me nervous, which I don't like. Normally when I'm working on something I'm 100% confident in it. Then again, I've never a) directed or had any sort of formal training in directing and b) the end result is out of my hands, since five other people are performing it. I have to learn to let go, trust them, and trust myself. I think I can pass as a director; I've spent enough time in the theatre and around its members to pick up a sense of what the job entails. And I wrote the script, so there's no question in my mind how it SHOULD look. The age thing might be a bit weird, too; I'm directing a faculty member, a 33 year old, two women in their late twenties, and Nick. All older than me, and I'm the one bossing them around. Scared, yikes.
I bought an air conditioner window unit. We're in the middle of a heat wave, low nineties every day for over a week. Unbearable. Woke up and realized "I'm 23 and I'm not living without AC anymore, dammit." Put the cheapest one at Target on my charge card. Will worry about the bill next month.
My birthday was satisfactory. My favorite bar had a Prom theme the night of my party, so there were people dressed up and dancing. I danced! For the first time in Colorado! Alyssa, Caleb, Nick and Robin helped me ring in another year. I don't remember the last third of the evening, as people kept pouring liquor down my throat. But here are some highlights for me to remember in my old age: meeting Jose, an overweight Mexican who barely speaks English, who wanted to be my boyfriend 2 minutes after introducing himself (he kept trying to kiss me, so I finally played the lesbian card to shoo him away); dancing with Alyssa, including a slow dance to "My Girl", during which Jose glowered over us like a wounded animal; Robin rushing up to me and thrusting a card into my hand, when I opened it a joint fell out; tickle fight between me and Alyssa in front of Caleb and Nick. I remember drinking a Long Island, two or three margaritas, a chocolate cake shot, a redheaded slut shot, and at least two double cranberry and vodkas. In four hours. Nick later told me "I didn't realize how drunk you were until we left the bar and got in the car. [He drove.] You held your own in the bar, but when we got to the car I realized, 'Whoa, this is one roaring drunk woman.'"
I took SAFARI to Kinkos on 6.6.06, picked it up the next day. Nick and I went out to dinner to the Olive Garden to celebrate (he edited the collection). During which, we were treated to the pleasure of it being our waiter's first day on the job. At some point, I started translating what the waiter was saying to us into real English.
EXAMPLES
Manager: How is your meal tonight?
= How badly did your waiter fuck up your meal tonight?
or
Waiter: Be careful, these plates are hot.
= Your food sat under the heat lamp for a while before I brought it out.
Nick found the whole thing fascinating, mostly because even though we've both worked a lot in the food industry, he was always in the kitchen and rarely interacted with the customers. He wants me to write a script now about waiting tables. I told him it's already been done, but offered up an idea that combines the format (mockumentary) of The Office and the inside jokes of Office Space in a restaurant setting. Another project to percolate over.
Anyway. The next day I went to pick up my book. 50 copies, and thanks to Xtina, the cover is gorgeous. (She let me use one of her pieces for the cover art.) It's a new stage for me. I've had singular poems published before, but never a full collection of just me. Granted, it's self-published through Kinkos, but I have to start somewhere. And I know the price is a tad high ($7 ea.) but it cost me over $8 a book to do. Not to mention the fact that the postage is 1.60 for each copy. I'm hoping, though, that I can now start submitting it to full-length competitions and recoup some $$$ that way. Pie in the sky and all that.
Congratulations to anyone who graduated from K yesterday.
Cue the Dead People Laughing has me nervous, which I don't like. Normally when I'm working on something I'm 100% confident in it. Then again, I've never a) directed or had any sort of formal training in directing and b) the end result is out of my hands, since five other people are performing it. I have to learn to let go, trust them, and trust myself. I think I can pass as a director; I've spent enough time in the theatre and around its members to pick up a sense of what the job entails. And I wrote the script, so there's no question in my mind how it SHOULD look. The age thing might be a bit weird, too; I'm directing a faculty member, a 33 year old, two women in their late twenties, and Nick. All older than me, and I'm the one bossing them around. Scared, yikes.
I bought an air conditioner window unit. We're in the middle of a heat wave, low nineties every day for over a week. Unbearable. Woke up and realized "I'm 23 and I'm not living without AC anymore, dammit." Put the cheapest one at Target on my charge card. Will worry about the bill next month.