long weekend. good, but long. went to omaha for the kids show, which was fun. friday night we rehearsed, and all went smooth.
also, captain kangaroo died.
saturday morning we had an 8:00 flight, and i spent most of it reading random news in entertainment weekly and sleeping. the new stephen king show that is going to be on TV starting in march looks darn good. and perhaps to scary for me to watch. i get spooked watching old episodes of buffy even WHEN I KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN, BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN IT 3 TIMES. so i can only imagine what a show stephen king wrote would do to me.
and did you know that johnny depp patterned his character from the pirate movie after keith richards? i swear to god i saw this for the first time on TV on saturday but j. tells me i have told him this story four times already. so, am i going senile at the age of 30? possibly. or my brain only remembers some things, randomly.
so, it was just as cold in omaha as it is here, and three times uglier (my apologies to anyone who lives in omaha, but at least this weekend, your town was strange and boring). very grey and quiet. not flat as you might suspect. we were in a hotel about 20 minutes from downtown, and not within walking distance of anything. so meals were taken at the hotel restaurant, and free time was spent surfing cable. not that there was much free time.
we had two performances of the kids show at the rose theater downtown, which looks like the music box in chicago or the kalamazoo theater (that's not the right name, what's the right name?) in michigan. the rehearsal went pretty well, and while the tech staff was not exactly helpful, i was able to get what i needed from them. and the orchestra/conductor were nice enough. we have yet to encounter a prima donna conductor, thank goodness. the kids are super cute in their 'dressed up for the symphony' outfits. at the moment i am most enchanted with kids who are about three or four. they talk a lot, are able to tell you what they think about things, but they are still really little, and just so wide eyed. ah, other people's kids. i love them.
at various times during the weekend (sitting in the booth, chatting with the theater's stage manager about his seasons at the oregon shakespeare festival) i had a pang about wanting to stage manage full time. i did it a few years ago (along with a part time office job) and got burned out. maybe i'll save this for another entry, but for now i'll say when i am doing it, it does not feel like work, and i miss that painfully.
also, i came up with a fun 'sex in the booth in a strange city' fantasy, which i will be revisiting later.
the long car ride back from the airport proved to be pretty reflective. i was thinking about a combination of conversations that j and i had recently. about us, about the various relationships we have had in our lives, sexual and otherwise, and about high school friends. i thought about the men and women i have been in love with, and tried to remember specific details about certain people from high school. i will write about these people at some point- joel, filip, scott, noel, dana, liz, david brenneman, joe, jenny.
and j. surprised me by showing up a few minutes after i got home with a bottle of wine and cigarettes, both of which were extremely welcome. and we talked of many things...the trip, his journal entries, his couch, what to do for a recovering friend's care package, and choosing each other always. we talked more specifically about our future this weekend than we ever have before. it fills my heart, scares me a little, and most of all rings true as what i know i want. and what i know is right for both of us. the evening ended with amazing, intimate, moaning shower and then bed sex, and pillow talk that lasted far longer than it should have for people who have to work the next morning. but i would not trade it. of that i'm sure.
so now i'm at work, people keep coming in to talk to me, and i really should be working, but i wanted to write some of this down.
also, captain kangaroo died.
saturday morning we had an 8:00 flight, and i spent most of it reading random news in entertainment weekly and sleeping. the new stephen king show that is going to be on TV starting in march looks darn good. and perhaps to scary for me to watch. i get spooked watching old episodes of buffy even WHEN I KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN, BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN IT 3 TIMES. so i can only imagine what a show stephen king wrote would do to me.
and did you know that johnny depp patterned his character from the pirate movie after keith richards? i swear to god i saw this for the first time on TV on saturday but j. tells me i have told him this story four times already. so, am i going senile at the age of 30? possibly. or my brain only remembers some things, randomly.
so, it was just as cold in omaha as it is here, and three times uglier (my apologies to anyone who lives in omaha, but at least this weekend, your town was strange and boring). very grey and quiet. not flat as you might suspect. we were in a hotel about 20 minutes from downtown, and not within walking distance of anything. so meals were taken at the hotel restaurant, and free time was spent surfing cable. not that there was much free time.
we had two performances of the kids show at the rose theater downtown, which looks like the music box in chicago or the kalamazoo theater (that's not the right name, what's the right name?) in michigan. the rehearsal went pretty well, and while the tech staff was not exactly helpful, i was able to get what i needed from them. and the orchestra/conductor were nice enough. we have yet to encounter a prima donna conductor, thank goodness. the kids are super cute in their 'dressed up for the symphony' outfits. at the moment i am most enchanted with kids who are about three or four. they talk a lot, are able to tell you what they think about things, but they are still really little, and just so wide eyed. ah, other people's kids. i love them.
at various times during the weekend (sitting in the booth, chatting with the theater's stage manager about his seasons at the oregon shakespeare festival) i had a pang about wanting to stage manage full time. i did it a few years ago (along with a part time office job) and got burned out. maybe i'll save this for another entry, but for now i'll say when i am doing it, it does not feel like work, and i miss that painfully.
also, i came up with a fun 'sex in the booth in a strange city' fantasy, which i will be revisiting later.
the long car ride back from the airport proved to be pretty reflective. i was thinking about a combination of conversations that j and i had recently. about us, about the various relationships we have had in our lives, sexual and otherwise, and about high school friends. i thought about the men and women i have been in love with, and tried to remember specific details about certain people from high school. i will write about these people at some point- joel, filip, scott, noel, dana, liz, david brenneman, joe, jenny.
and j. surprised me by showing up a few minutes after i got home with a bottle of wine and cigarettes, both of which were extremely welcome. and we talked of many things...the trip, his journal entries, his couch, what to do for a recovering friend's care package, and choosing each other always. we talked more specifically about our future this weekend than we ever have before. it fills my heart, scares me a little, and most of all rings true as what i know i want. and what i know is right for both of us. the evening ended with amazing, intimate, moaning shower and then bed sex, and pillow talk that lasted far longer than it should have for people who have to work the next morning. but i would not trade it. of that i'm sure.
so now i'm at work, people keep coming in to talk to me, and i really should be working, but i wanted to write some of this down.
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On that note... I have a crush on Willow!!!
johnny depp gave a brilliant performance in pirates. monday evening, ebert predicted he would receive a nomination and sure enough, depp made the cut. i just saw pirate for the first time last night. i liked everything but the ending. all three of 'em should have been pirates. yar, let's keel haul the dirty skalawags!