Monday, July 18, 2005

post 87. scenes from new york city.

i went down to perform in the sam french playwriting with my newest, bestest peeps rebekah, liam, and leigh. good times. funny, though: you think you've planned to bring enough money to keep you in swatches and tips for the entire stay, but all it takes is one stop at roxy's in times square and your personal economy is suddenly at half-strength. stuff you won't understand but will hopefully stay ingrained in my brain for evuh-evuh, for evuh-evuh: "get in here, you funny sons-a-bitches," not getting sleep for about 24 hours, the story of the sasquatch who came from the hills, a million calls from frank to check in, the insidiously addictive laguna beach, moscow pennsylvania, "it's curtains for us," the rival pt cruiser on the way home, seeing everyone with harry potter and the half-blood prince, walking for a zillion miles only to be turned away at the hippest of hipster joints, not defending rebekah enough from the drunken rednecks of new york's outer rim, the hand dryer at the coffee shop in union square, "all i could think of was gettysburg." it's nice to get thrown into a situation with people you don't know too well and find out that they're all terribly cool.