the good and the bad... (updating from boston, ma)
the good
just wanted to log my first scriptreading which happened on wednesday night in queens. the whole cast and crew of maggie's little theater were really fun, sweet, accommodating, and just plain lovely, that i couldn't wait for monday so that i could rehearse for the play already!!! hahaha, excited much? i suddenly missed the very protective and family-like atmosphere of theatre, and everyone in there seemed very talented and passionate about the arts, so i could tell that they would make for some interesting friends once rehearsal starts. the very fun thing too was that i saw the guy that i had to kiss for the play. since i'm playing a mature, black, honky-tonk owner whose husband died 6 years ago, of course my love interest would have to be age appropriate. so...i'm kissing a guy who looks like santa claus for the play.
three times.
and the black girl who plays my daughter? she's 22...a mere 2 years younger than me. bwahahahahaha, heaven help me pull this off. i need all the good luckies i can get! ;-)
i thought about what a hassle commuting via bus to the rehearsal area was, which would take me a good 30-45 minutes each way... but then i found out lisa, my daughter in the play, travels all the way from long island just to be part of this show. woah. that's a long island railroad train, a subway plus a bus to boot for the commute. okay...no more complaining and whiny ass bitching for me. on with the show!!! \m/
the bad
the bad news is...our black lab, gordon bleu, is gravely ill. he started having pains around a few weeks ago, due to an incurable virus, which led to the paralysis of his lower body. my family reported that he may never walk again. then he started showing signs of recovery, and they got to take him home to heal. then he started getting sick again. this time with uti. fuck... then the UTI started to abate, but the virus kicked in again, and my family said he may not survive this. his organ failure started on wednesday night, and they were about to put him to sleep because there was nothing to be done about it anymore...
but my eldest sister's fellow dog-lover friend, who's a bit of a psychic, said she could still see gordy's spirit running and being healthy and on the way to recovery. she said baby bagorgy wasn't ready to go yet. and the vet then said to my family that gords was showing signs of improvement. the uti may go away, the paralysis may never do, but he could be a wheelchair doggie if we wanted it. he could LIVE!!!
friends, please pray for our dog. he's not even 5 yet. :-( i love him to bits, and it's really sad to know that he may never walk again, because he's one of the friskiest, most ALIVE dogs i have ever encountered in my life. the possibility of my never seeing him again really saddens me. i hope to God not another one of our dog dies while i'm here, too far away to comfort or just love them.
life is a delicate balance, i guess. you can't have too many of the good things. i just wish the bad things didn't have to happen to dogs. *sigh*
on other pet news, i'm starting to find a newfound appreciation for cats as pets here in boston. nic's house has three (gopher, lila, and her own monk), and i've been playing with them all morning. i miss having cuddly, furry pets. animals should rule the world!!! :-)
that's my update for now. will shower, explore boston by myself, then onto clubbing and hekhek possibilities here in massachusetts. going away on va-cay is a blast! i hope everyone is doing well. MWAH!!! ;-)
just wanted to log my first scriptreading which happened on wednesday night in queens. the whole cast and crew of maggie's little theater were really fun, sweet, accommodating, and just plain lovely, that i couldn't wait for monday so that i could rehearse for the play already!!! hahaha, excited much? i suddenly missed the very protective and family-like atmosphere of theatre, and everyone in there seemed very talented and passionate about the arts, so i could tell that they would make for some interesting friends once rehearsal starts. the very fun thing too was that i saw the guy that i had to kiss for the play. since i'm playing a mature, black, honky-tonk owner whose husband died 6 years ago, of course my love interest would have to be age appropriate. so...i'm kissing a guy who looks like santa claus for the play.
three times.
and the black girl who plays my daughter? she's 22...a mere 2 years younger than me. bwahahahahaha, heaven help me pull this off. i need all the good luckies i can get! ;-)
i thought about what a hassle commuting via bus to the rehearsal area was, which would take me a good 30-45 minutes each way... but then i found out lisa, my daughter in the play, travels all the way from long island just to be part of this show. woah. that's a long island railroad train, a subway plus a bus to boot for the commute. okay...no more complaining and whiny ass bitching for me. on with the show!!! \m/
the bad
the bad news is...our black lab, gordon bleu, is gravely ill. he started having pains around a few weeks ago, due to an incurable virus, which led to the paralysis of his lower body. my family reported that he may never walk again. then he started showing signs of recovery, and they got to take him home to heal. then he started getting sick again. this time with uti. fuck... then the UTI started to abate, but the virus kicked in again, and my family said he may not survive this. his organ failure started on wednesday night, and they were about to put him to sleep because there was nothing to be done about it anymore...
but my eldest sister's fellow dog-lover friend, who's a bit of a psychic, said she could still see gordy's spirit running and being healthy and on the way to recovery. she said baby bagorgy wasn't ready to go yet. and the vet then said to my family that gords was showing signs of improvement. the uti may go away, the paralysis may never do, but he could be a wheelchair doggie if we wanted it. he could LIVE!!!
friends, please pray for our dog. he's not even 5 yet. :-( i love him to bits, and it's really sad to know that he may never walk again, because he's one of the friskiest, most ALIVE dogs i have ever encountered in my life. the possibility of my never seeing him again really saddens me. i hope to God not another one of our dog dies while i'm here, too far away to comfort or just love them.
life is a delicate balance, i guess. you can't have too many of the good things. i just wish the bad things didn't have to happen to dogs. *sigh*
on other pet news, i'm starting to find a newfound appreciation for cats as pets here in boston. nic's house has three (gopher, lila, and her own monk), and i've been playing with them all morning. i miss having cuddly, furry pets. animals should rule the world!!! :-)
that's my update for now. will shower, explore boston by myself, then onto clubbing and hekhek possibilities here in massachusetts. going away on va-cay is a blast! i hope everyone is doing well. MWAH!!! ;-)