There are a million things on my mind (par for the course). But all that I'm capable of actually putting into words right now is a three-week catch up to Seen 'n Heard in New York.
The last week of July
Feeling staid and boring thanks to the lack of funds, sleep and stability in my recent life, I make a self-promise to get out this week and do whatever I want, emotional and spiritual fatigue be damned.
1 - I visit a friend and see her thousand million trillion pictures of her three-month jaunt through South America. Wonderful stuff. They have glaciers. And brightly painted houses. And interesting hats. And glaciers. Because my friend has a computer that's run by a mouse on a wheel, we loaded the glyphs onto my G-4. So if you're nice, maybe I'll post some of them here.
2 - I caught Edmar Castaneda at 55 Bar on Tuesday night. At 10:00 pm. Who does a fucking show at 10 on a weeknight?!! Well, most anybody who's in the jazz scene. I first heard about Edmar from Joe, and he was everything Joe cracked him up to be. He's as tall as his harp and he played with a drummer and a trombonist (whom I warmed up to as he warmed up). But Edmar didn't really need them. His harp played it all - it was drums, acoustic guitar, bass and even, at times, steel drums. Oh and it was a HARP! At the time, he was to have a cd out in a month; it's probably out now. Catch him before his shows get too expensive and crowded.
3 - I saw two apartments this week; one in Astoria and the other on Roosevelt Island. Both were roommate situations, which I had hoped to avoid after my last fiasco in Woodside. But they were great deals for the space and I still haven't been able to clean up my credit record enough for landlords to trust me with a lease solo (at least, not without signing over my first-born -- fucking Citibank). That's a long story best saved for, like, oh, never. But I ended up putting down a deposit on the apartment in Astoria - mostly because I liked the roommate better. What's not to like? She's from Colombia and takes month-long trips to India.
4 - I saw an off-off-Broadway, workshop production of a musical about the life of Charles and Diana, directed by a friend of mine. It was included as part of a festival of new works. It had potentional. But all I could think, as I was squeezing my way through the festival crowd was "Thank God I'm no longer an actor." I thought the same thing during the show and especially after, when I was talking to my friend who still had to break down the set and would be up well into the morning doing it. Thank Fucking GOD I'm no longer an actor!
5 - In between concerts, plays and apartment hunting, I had dinner out every night this week and caught up with friends. Some old, some new. Of note was dinner with a friend who's been having his short plays featured in a monthly cabaret. If you get the chance and you like sex, check it out.
First week of August
Well, all that traipsing around and getting to bed late every night took its toll and the beginning of the week found me sick. Of course, a new project at my job which required overtime didn't help either. Sometime during my fogged up state, I got a call notifying me that my transfer to CUNY School of Law got accepted. School starts the last week of August which was, at the time I was notified, oh, three weeks away. By the time I started feeling better, around Wednesday, I had too much to do to even think of taking a look around New York. But I did hear something.
1 - As I'm leaving the Starbucks closet, I overhear a guy on his cellphone say, "I'm assuming that they date their fathers before they marry them." I throw him a look that says, What??!!!! He notices, laughs and assures me that, "It's all legit, I swear."
Second week of August
Finished that monster project at work, scrambled to get all my documents in to CUNY for registration (and to figure out my damn class schedule!); have been surfing CraigsList dreaming of furniture for my new place (into which I'll be moving during the second week of classes - NICE!). I've had no room in my head for anything but TV. I have fallen in love with Ghost Hunters, Kathy Griffin's Life on the D-List, Hooking Up, and, of course, the final few episodes of Six Feet Under. Oh, and one night, during a bout of insomnia, I saw In the Cut, which boasts the most erotic sex scene I've seen in a Looooooong time. It was between Meg Ryan and Mark Ruffalo, and yes, I saw her boobies.
So, the end of this week finds me at a friend's country house in Saugherties, NY. I'm going up today, after work, after therapy, after I sign over a check for my tuition to CUNY. There will be more TV and probably a bit of reading. But there will also be silence. And in that silence, I hope to regain my voice. Patience grasshopper.
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