When you live with me and my roommate, Zac.
Just christening my new room with some genius.
Click here! Watch this!! It's a video called "If only this were a unicycle" Shot by our friend Lori Baldwin!!
Sigh. There's some stuff about my life I love love love.
Lori Baldwin is here.
Lori Baldwin is one of my favorite friends.
Lori Baldwin and I went to college together. We love each other.
Sometimes you need a little jolt from your ex pat friends who live in Budapest who want to do ceremonies around their old computers before they buy a new one.
And who you make oat flour blueberry pancakes with and laugh about ODB.
Because there are some people that, no matter how long you're apart, you just pick up where you left off. Even if you've grown. There's no reintroduction.
There are some people who make you feel good about the world.
Most times, people are the greatest activator for possibility.
She's the kind of friend that makes me feel like a Macklemore song. Socially conscious. Fun. Like dancing.
Yes, I like Macklemore.
No, I won't apologize for it,
Last night I got to go to a Sam French event for OOB. I did a video interview for them-they asked standard questions favorite moment, why Sam French etc. And I had a memory of a feeling that is what is so exciting about being at this phase of my career. It was last year, right before my show started when the lights dimmed and this video played and I was sitting next to my director and had this moment: I'm being produced at Theater Row. This is happening. I am a playwright...professionally. My play is about to happen at theater row.
I'm so lucky that I am still so early in my career. I mean sometimes it's frustrating, for sure, but sometimes it's fantastic because doing something for the first time, when big dreams start to materialize in small ways, it's easy to be enthusiastic.
And it's easier to hold on to the magic of possibility. I still get to discover...a lot.
Striving for awe and wonder can be a difficult thing.
I guess that's how you grow up and things don't get stale.
Awe and wonder.
I got teary on the video.
(Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to be a crazy old jaded playwright wearing my moomoo too someone else's opening night and saying inappropriate things about I dunno, space, while getting actors to fetch me club soda. I. Can't. Wait.)
Anyway, then they put me on a panel with a bunch of other past OOB winners. They were lovely.
I made this face.
Them=lovely. Me=This face.
I was into it.
THE BACKSTREET BOYS ARE ALIVE
Okay. Thoughts and feelings.
Number one: Nick Carter.
Number two: Nick Carter's moves.
Number three: I'm into it? Is that wrong?
Maybe me at twelve is reveling in their comeback because they were a tiny to semi large part of my discman's regular playlist.
Maybe I'm just into it.
The funky ones got kinda attractive. Maybe the Backstreet Boys are like a fine wine.
ALSO NICK CARTER'S DANCE MOVES.
Nick Carter, you do you.
Ooooof course she put a photo of Lena Dunham.
Dear Lena Dunham,
I could write the shit out of girls.
(Am I allowed to curse on my blog?)
It was beautiful.
My grandma was in the front row, which, you know, means a party.
I just kept thinking "I'm such a lucky girl."
And "these guys rule."
And "Dan would be so effing happy right now."
Rubber Ducks and Sunsets was initially commissioned by GUP founding member, Dan Wheeless. It involved a lot of talks in Washington Square Park. Dan and I regularly said "f*ck you" and "I love you" within the same paragraph. Everything I've done professionally, or even in college, in some way, can be traced back to a moment of his generosity.
Dan died on May 3rd. It was my birthday.
Dan already had a number of similarities to Al (one of my characters who dies before RDAS begins) but he has been an integral part of the process. We have come together as an artistic community and worked through these months on this project. In all honesty, I thought we were crazy (we might be) but it has been the best possible thing for us.
Ducks was Dan's. Well, in part. We are doing it for us. We're doing it because it's a good play. But we're also doing it for him.
So, congrats, Dan. Thank you.
I liked it so much I blogged about it.
Eventually I'll learn how to embed videos like this.
Sometimes you wake up waiting for an exterminator and feeling sad and you need Alan Cumming to feel good about the world.
I have this intense group of lady friends. They're individually and collectively the tits. We're all pretty into each other. Some of them have large glasses and they all have big dreams. We've loved each other for a while.
One just emailed me to inform me that she was watching 13 Going on 30. When I was 18 I ran away to her house (granted I was legally an adult but I was still living with my parents in all my hormoney splendor).
It reminded me of the simple truth that Pat Benetar and PJ's can just do a sister right.
Yeah I said that.
No, I won't take it back.
As can Mark Ruffalo's face.
I am, even in this heat, even when my roommate is moving out and my job situation is questionable and bugspray doesn't work, an optimist.
You know why? Cause I get the big room.
When you Google Image "the big room" this happens.
Yeeeeah, you guys.
I am an optimist.