Hi Mr. Easton!
I've now officially actually stopped in New Jersey. My first ever visit to New Jersey coincided with the first time I went to TGI Fridays. Perhaps this is saying something. Or perhaps not, considering the havoc we proceeded to wreak upon the TGI Fridays. Thank god our waitress was just amused by us. And as Adina put it, I rogued both ways!
Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
with silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
Friday night was fun, got to hang out with Cate (c or k?) and hear more stories of the debasement. Saturday was boiling hot and I was incredibly frustrated with someone. Sandie, however, was such a sweetie that she really calmed me down. AND I got to see the second chessmatch with Shane and Gemma. Not only were they doing all the stuff we wanted to do for SCRF, but more! It was beautiful. The announcing the moves anime-style fight cracked me up. And I liked the stuff with the guards. And Little John. And, oh hell, all of it. Spending a few moments with my peoples was lovely too. Then, that evening, was trip #1 of the weekend to New Jersey. Completely unintentionally though. FINALLY got back to debasement and after some fun discussions of one of my obsessions - and doing my best not to fall asleep in Ell's backyard - I crashed. Waking up was interesting, but that's another story.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm>
Sunday I was smarter and dressed down for the heat. I even ended up loosening the bodice verrrry slightly because of the heat. I got to see the first chessmatch, in which Don's beerfight featured prominently to my great satisfaction. And I got to spend a few minutes with Car and Kennis, as well as Shane, which was exciting! Again with the excruciatingly hot day in which it rained for a good two seconds. After Faire, though, it got better - to the point where I got to go dancing in the rain with a lovely lady. So then I played with Rogues, because they are just so much more fun than most people. So are waitresses for that matter. Liz and I have to have a date for next weekend to get pinned. (Hehe, Liz, can I pin you?) And I want to try and catch a couple more shows next weekend. Or at least one show and the pub sing. And then I was driven home to good music and better conversation. I have to say, I really enjoyed just hanging out after faire with peoples. ALSO, must remember to exchange info with a certain someone who should be working opposite me but isn't because he sucks. And figure out how to make the padawan play for me. Why aren't there enough faire days in a week?
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose.
In other news, apparently I have a new roomate. I'll be meeting her at some point this week. We have to resign the lease at the end of this month. And rent has gone up again. Oh how I love thee, city of my dreams and nightmares. (Actually, if you keep reading below, you'll see that it's not necessarily the city of my dreams - or perhaps in them - but that's beside the point.)
I'm currently attempting to do payroll and failing miserably. Quickbooks won't let me onto the program and it makes me want to scream. Especially because Jim isn't answering his phone. And today is the last day I can do it to have it done in time.
Last night I had a really funny moment. I was at the grocery store and a man in the frozen goods section mentioned that he liked my shirt. So we talked for all of 10 seconds and moved on. I ran into him again in the bread section and for some reason mentioned rehearsals. He asked if I was an actor, I replied that I was (oddly enough) and he mentioned that he was a fight choreographer. We talked for a couple of minutes and it turns out that HE USED TO CHOREOGRAPH THE CHESSMATCH FOR TUX!! This was my amusing encounter for the night.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm.
I've been remembering my dreams more recently and they've been rather odd. After the dream where I went back to England, Saturday night I dreamt that I was fired. And I was torn between worry and soaring relief. But I had to move out of my flat and downstairs somewhere. And I was planning on these auditions and honestly it was rather appealing. Last night I dreamt that I was in London and attempting to meet up with two friends of mine who were - for some reason - Americans studying massage therapy in London. And I was driving one of our big black taxis trying to catch the bus. And I really wanted to sit on the top part of the bus but for some reason if I didn't get there early enough then I would have to sit down below. And I was supposed to pick up my friends too and they kept calling me and it was all very odd. It was in the same vein as the dream I had about my roomate renting out my room to some man and when I finally needed it - I was the only home on Thursdays roomate in that dream I think - he was still there. For some reason it had the same feel to it. There have been other dreams too. but for some reason those are the ones that spring immediately to mind at the moment.
Well I'm livin' in a foreign country, but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine
I miss hanging out on my roof, central park, weird shabbats, the fact that it was a year ago last Friday night that we lay in my bed and talked about *those* things. I miss seeing you on a daily basis and I can't wait until weekday nights are to be anticipated again. (Despite the fact that with rehearsal, the show and god knows what else we're going to have to scramble as much as ever to see each other.) And we are so going to see shows together. And you have to come to my show.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm.
Which brings me me to my last and in some ways best piece of news. Last night I received a bunch of mail (no grommets yet though, arrrrg). And in it was some stuff that my aunt had forwarded to me, including something from Mr. Easton. He sent me a picture of the two of us from graduation! It was possibly one of the sweetest things that's happened to me in a while and I was assailed all over again with missing him so much. There are a few but he's pretty close to the top - if not the top. And I have firmly resolved that not another day shall pass before I write him a lovely - and by lovely I mean, I can't stop bugging him obnoxiously now! - long letter. God I miss that man. I miss spending hours in his study while he named my first born child. I miss CWPN with him, actually getting to say "Francis covered in chocolate on a pony!" in front of him. I miss the hours in the poetry classroom where we both confessed to completely inappropriate things. At this point we both have too much to hang over each others heads. So how could I have gone a year without staying in much closer contact? And above all I miss:
HI MR. EASTON!
Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
with silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
Friday night was fun, got to hang out with Cate (c or k?) and hear more stories of the debasement. Saturday was boiling hot and I was incredibly frustrated with someone. Sandie, however, was such a sweetie that she really calmed me down. AND I got to see the second chessmatch with Shane and Gemma. Not only were they doing all the stuff we wanted to do for SCRF, but more! It was beautiful. The announcing the moves anime-style fight cracked me up. And I liked the stuff with the guards. And Little John. And, oh hell, all of it. Spending a few moments with my peoples was lovely too. Then, that evening, was trip #1 of the weekend to New Jersey. Completely unintentionally though. FINALLY got back to debasement and after some fun discussions of one of my obsessions - and doing my best not to fall asleep in Ell's backyard - I crashed. Waking up was interesting, but that's another story.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm>
Sunday I was smarter and dressed down for the heat. I even ended up loosening the bodice verrrry slightly because of the heat. I got to see the first chessmatch, in which Don's beerfight featured prominently to my great satisfaction. And I got to spend a few minutes with Car and Kennis, as well as Shane, which was exciting! Again with the excruciatingly hot day in which it rained for a good two seconds. After Faire, though, it got better - to the point where I got to go dancing in the rain with a lovely lady. So then I played with Rogues, because they are just so much more fun than most people. So are waitresses for that matter. Liz and I have to have a date for next weekend to get pinned. (Hehe, Liz, can I pin you?) And I want to try and catch a couple more shows next weekend. Or at least one show and the pub sing. And then I was driven home to good music and better conversation. I have to say, I really enjoyed just hanging out after faire with peoples. ALSO, must remember to exchange info with a certain someone who should be working opposite me but isn't because he sucks. And figure out how to make the padawan play for me. Why aren't there enough faire days in a week?
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose.
In other news, apparently I have a new roomate. I'll be meeting her at some point this week. We have to resign the lease at the end of this month. And rent has gone up again. Oh how I love thee, city of my dreams and nightmares. (Actually, if you keep reading below, you'll see that it's not necessarily the city of my dreams - or perhaps in them - but that's beside the point.)
I'm currently attempting to do payroll and failing miserably. Quickbooks won't let me onto the program and it makes me want to scream. Especially because Jim isn't answering his phone. And today is the last day I can do it to have it done in time.
Last night I had a really funny moment. I was at the grocery store and a man in the frozen goods section mentioned that he liked my shirt. So we talked for all of 10 seconds and moved on. I ran into him again in the bread section and for some reason mentioned rehearsals. He asked if I was an actor, I replied that I was (oddly enough) and he mentioned that he was a fight choreographer. We talked for a couple of minutes and it turns out that HE USED TO CHOREOGRAPH THE CHESSMATCH FOR TUX!! This was my amusing encounter for the night.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm.
I've been remembering my dreams more recently and they've been rather odd. After the dream where I went back to England, Saturday night I dreamt that I was fired. And I was torn between worry and soaring relief. But I had to move out of my flat and downstairs somewhere. And I was planning on these auditions and honestly it was rather appealing. Last night I dreamt that I was in London and attempting to meet up with two friends of mine who were - for some reason - Americans studying massage therapy in London. And I was driving one of our big black taxis trying to catch the bus. And I really wanted to sit on the top part of the bus but for some reason if I didn't get there early enough then I would have to sit down below. And I was supposed to pick up my friends too and they kept calling me and it was all very odd. It was in the same vein as the dream I had about my roomate renting out my room to some man and when I finally needed it - I was the only home on Thursdays roomate in that dream I think - he was still there. For some reason it had the same feel to it. There have been other dreams too. but for some reason those are the ones that spring immediately to mind at the moment.
Well I'm livin' in a foreign country, but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine
I miss hanging out on my roof, central park, weird shabbats, the fact that it was a year ago last Friday night that we lay in my bed and talked about *those* things. I miss seeing you on a daily basis and I can't wait until weekday nights are to be anticipated again. (Despite the fact that with rehearsal, the show and god knows what else we're going to have to scramble as much as ever to see each other.) And we are so going to see shows together. And you have to come to my show.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm.
Which brings me me to my last and in some ways best piece of news. Last night I received a bunch of mail (no grommets yet though, arrrrg). And in it was some stuff that my aunt had forwarded to me, including something from Mr. Easton. He sent me a picture of the two of us from graduation! It was possibly one of the sweetest things that's happened to me in a while and I was assailed all over again with missing him so much. There are a few but he's pretty close to the top - if not the top. And I have firmly resolved that not another day shall pass before I write him a lovely - and by lovely I mean, I can't stop bugging him obnoxiously now! - long letter. God I miss that man. I miss spending hours in his study while he named my first born child. I miss CWPN with him, actually getting to say "Francis covered in chocolate on a pony!" in front of him. I miss the hours in the poetry classroom where we both confessed to completely inappropriate things. At this point we both have too much to hang over each others heads. So how could I have gone a year without staying in much closer contact? And above all I miss:
HI MR. EASTON!