(salt, lick, chug, lime after, repeat)
It's 9 in the morning and I'm still drunk out of my mind… from last nights imprompto table-read turned tequila fest!
... I learned how to take official tequila shots from an old grande broadway dame who actually originated my role when she was just a girl ... but on the Lincoln center stage and now plays my mother [the old washed-up wiked gypsy woman...think Mae West-ish meets Ethel Merman!]
(salt, lick, chug, lime after, repeat)
...with Justin and Stephan trying to be manly and keep up with the women. S didn't want me to have any because he knew my track record (see wine on opening night fiasco embarrassment) and I had to get back to brooklyn all alone. In my flimsy little summer dress I'd warn to meet Anthony from Talentworks agency early that evening. I'm a fool... FOOOL I tell you! I think tequila is bad for the soul. But fortunately (or maybe unfortunately depending) S forgot his keys at the lady's gorgeous apartment and had to reluctantly leave me alone with Justin... so J didn't have a chaperone anymore. Uh-oh! Well he took me to a ritsy bar where I sampled his dreadful Manhattan and a milkshaky amaretto drink of my own.
Kept trying to contact david. he'd invited me earlier to see the new bond film with he and John but sadly I'd had rehearsal and the auditions to attend so I'd had to decline. As everyone knows, He never wants to see me and it really hurts. I tried to coyly text him something innocuous like
"hey birthday boy, whatcha doing? movie good?"
it was after all just past midnight so he was no longer my little teenaged lover aha... but alas he didn't even bother to contact me. I think I'm a pretty devoted girlfriend and I think I can make him happy but it's so hard when he fights me the whole way.
anyway I ended up jumping out of the cab and abandoning j... to his protests! I couldn’t go through with it. So apparently I'm a tease. only to end up lost, wasted and alone on 14th st. with no money or anyone to help me.
D finally picked up and I can't actually remember specifics of that conversation but I do know that I was only like 3 blocks from his house and basically incapacitated and even a little scared and he wouldn't come rescue me. Actually wouldn't... I felt how I imagine poor darling maria must most of the time. here I had planned this whole night for him and he doesn't even make an effort to actually notify me that he's declining my offer!
but this isn't a 'poor me, hard-done-by tragic emotionally neglected girlfriend story 'lol. No I'm aware that I'm a pain in the ass a lot of the time and he’s nice enough to put up with my neurosis. I get off on drama (doesn't mean I stir things up though or intentionally instigate things... it's just drawn to me, or me to it. I swear to God!)
David said that he's ruined me for other men and I know he's right. Why do I fucking worship the apathetic, antisocial wastrel when he has only mild disinterest, blatant entitlement and disregard for me? I’m lucky though! Well because nobuddy in the whole world is anything like David Nash. Nobody! And when you give your entire body and soul and trust to someone... well it's pretty hard to go back.
I hope I see him today before the ani defranco concert tonight! Which is going to ROCK btw!
oh and for the record, my cell is lost. probably sunk into the seats of that damn taxi never to resurface. Well I'm fucked. the worst part is that I only just got it back yesterday morning after I'd left it in a times square dinner over night. I’m noticing a pattern here… So no one try to call me for a few hours because I'm going to be at a cingular trying to talk someone into giving a free phone.
wish me luck
... I learned how to take official tequila shots from an old grande broadway dame who actually originated my role when she was just a girl ... but on the Lincoln center stage and now plays my mother [the old washed-up wiked gypsy woman...think Mae West-ish meets Ethel Merman!]
(salt, lick, chug, lime after, repeat)
...with Justin and Stephan trying to be manly and keep up with the women. S didn't want me to have any because he knew my track record (see wine on opening night fiasco embarrassment) and I had to get back to brooklyn all alone. In my flimsy little summer dress I'd warn to meet Anthony from Talentworks agency early that evening. I'm a fool... FOOOL I tell you! I think tequila is bad for the soul. But fortunately (or maybe unfortunately depending) S forgot his keys at the lady's gorgeous apartment and had to reluctantly leave me alone with Justin... so J didn't have a chaperone anymore. Uh-oh! Well he took me to a ritsy bar where I sampled his dreadful Manhattan and a milkshaky amaretto drink of my own.
Kept trying to contact david. he'd invited me earlier to see the new bond film with he and John but sadly I'd had rehearsal and the auditions to attend so I'd had to decline. As everyone knows, He never wants to see me and it really hurts. I tried to coyly text him something innocuous like
"hey birthday boy, whatcha doing? movie good?"
it was after all just past midnight so he was no longer my little teenaged lover aha... but alas he didn't even bother to contact me. I think I'm a pretty devoted girlfriend and I think I can make him happy but it's so hard when he fights me the whole way.
anyway I ended up jumping out of the cab and abandoning j... to his protests! I couldn’t go through with it. So apparently I'm a tease. only to end up lost, wasted and alone on 14th st. with no money or anyone to help me.
D finally picked up and I can't actually remember specifics of that conversation but I do know that I was only like 3 blocks from his house and basically incapacitated and even a little scared and he wouldn't come rescue me. Actually wouldn't... I felt how I imagine poor darling maria must most of the time. here I had planned this whole night for him and he doesn't even make an effort to actually notify me that he's declining my offer!
but this isn't a 'poor me, hard-done-by tragic emotionally neglected girlfriend story 'lol. No I'm aware that I'm a pain in the ass a lot of the time and he’s nice enough to put up with my neurosis. I get off on drama (doesn't mean I stir things up though or intentionally instigate things... it's just drawn to me, or me to it. I swear to God!)
David said that he's ruined me for other men and I know he's right. Why do I fucking worship the apathetic, antisocial wastrel when he has only mild disinterest, blatant entitlement and disregard for me? I’m lucky though! Well because nobuddy in the whole world is anything like David Nash. Nobody! And when you give your entire body and soul and trust to someone... well it's pretty hard to go back.
I hope I see him today before the ani defranco concert tonight! Which is going to ROCK btw!
oh and for the record, my cell is lost. probably sunk into the seats of that damn taxi never to resurface. Well I'm fucked. the worst part is that I only just got it back yesterday morning after I'd left it in a times square dinner over night. I’m noticing a pattern here… So no one try to call me for a few hours because I'm going to be at a cingular trying to talk someone into giving a free phone.
wish me luck