Saturday I headed out to Times Square armed with one of my trusty bottles o’ bubbles and found a casual crowd of people, some costumed, firing their AAs of suds at one another. Aaah, this was the life. For a while, I sat resting, blowing aimlessly, my bubbles landing in this guy’s hair next to me. Some drifted to tourists who didn’t seem to like what was going on, swatting bubbles that came near them. They eventually left(meh). But I had two battles with one woman who franticly dipped her wand and blew too hard sometimes. I said to her, you’re just spitting soap at me. Blow gently, like this… And what I blew flew back on my face along with her’s. Had a great time, walked around some, and had a Mr Softee that tasted a little soapy but well worth it. The city needs more spontaneous silliness like this.
Sunday at Professor Thom’s the New York Dr Who group met for a viewing of this season’s finale. Someone who’s a big sci-fan that I haven’t seen in a few years because of all thats been going on, asked if I was gonna go. And while I’ve rarely seen the show (or a lot of shows, actually), it was a chance to get out among the living for a while and eat some bar food (didnt sit well after) and catch up.
This had me laughing. I have nothing to wear for my camel ride….
K from Gilda’s wanted to go to the movies, and we haven’t been out since my birthday last year. She likes the fashoin porn of SATC (I do too, but for $12.50 I want some more action than that, and the old show provided more material).
Confused with the missing Marcus business (‘last man standing,’ what?), but liked Liza Minelli officiating the wedding. SJP’s black crown was a little LOTR (liked it but didn’t think it was ‘her’), and why were so many of them with white shhhiny make up? Are they building an army to fight Edward Cullen? Too high maintenence for me.
Thecouch thecouch thecouch…the couch is too small, like a coffin. Get a bigger couch, you can afford it! That is not a couch to grow old in together.
And whats the deal with Adian? Mr Faithful-lock-this-thing-down, is he bored too?
Penelope Cruz should have played herself; that really would have stirred the pot.
And was Sam’s desert guy a cousin of Smith Jared? They shold reconcile, Smith and Sam were good together.
Went to a DJ/board game night at a bar downtown on Saturday. Was a nice crowd, there was Connect4, Scrabble and Sorry. Unfortunately, Twister remained folded. If this becomes a regular thing at this place, will go back.
Went to the annual Pillow Fight at Union Square on April 3. Felt comfortable in a strange way riding the bus next to a few teenagers with their pillows in tow, a silent comradory because we were going to the same place with purpose in hand. Didn’t hit very much and didn’t really get hit, more bumped. Mostly I watched as people were hitting their friends, and for that while was happy and calm. After about a half hour, I worked my way out of the park and headed west. Not really sure of where to go, but thought just stroll for a while, the weather’s nice. A few blocks later I started choking up and feeling very alone, and wondering where am I going? WHERE am I going??? I had no idea. And saw how so many people were together, with friends, paired off, with family, and I had no one. I kept looking for spots to stop, and cried a bit. I wanted to howl so loudly, the pain was building up so great. I went to a crowded pizza place and stuffed my face with two slices. then I didn’t know what to do with myself again. Ended up going back down 14 Street and getting a 10-piece bucket at KFC. No triumphs in the end.
Saturday I went to a reading and reunion of an acting company I once was a production assistant for. Its been years since I’ve seen them work together; one had moved to California several years ago, and it was great seeing him.
It felt good to laugh.
Offered help to the new company, to keep in touch.
Then I walked home, sat in the park for a while to soak in the air. It was nice.
Did a small still life on canvas board tonight (Thursday) and people in the workshop liked it. They asked where did you study, and I have studied at a few places but its like a lifetime ago….and I REALLY WANT IT BACK!!! I DON’T WANT TO SHRIVEL UP AND DIE, DAMMIT, I WANT MY FUCKING LIFE BACK!!!!!
Went to a workshop at Gilda’s Club for miniature painting Thursday evening, where we made artist trading cards which was fun. Had heard of ATC but hadn’t gotten around to doing it, and am thinking of making them as business cards.