Best homie, Dustina, is getting married.
We wisked her away last weekend to celebrate and SHOWER her (get it) with love and friendship and way too much food and also jokesjokesjokes.
Let me walk you through the weekend:
Friday DOUBLE Kleinfelds appointments, fitting for Dustina's-make-you-cry-because-she's-just-too-effing-pretty dress
followed by shopping for my homie, Erika's gown.
What we learned? It's hard to find a dress, Dustina is pretty and I'm really good at Kleinfelds.
Then we went to the Hudson Valley. To a house next to a pond next to another pond next to a lake. WITH PADDLE BOATS AND MAYBE A GIANT FISH MONSTER.
Our fine ass bestie, Juliette, catered. It ruled.
We had a photobooth. With fascinators.
And English tea.
I wrote a roast with puppets and also rapped.
Someone else made a video.
We all got feelingsey.
Then played cards against humanity.
And I walked away knowing, with certainty, that friendships like the ones I have with these ladies are special. We've grown up together, been messy together, told an obscene amount of yourmom/yourbutt jokes together and have experienced a remarkable level of intimacy just by sticking it out, showing up and sometimes being vulnerable.
These b's are the ones I would turn to if I, like, needed a kidney. It's that real.
History is kind of an amazing thing, sometimes.
So is full on love.
This weekend Ground UP Productions did a generous and beautiful workshop weekend where they brought me and a group of actors to my favorite house/new play development grounds on the planet to read the four full lengths I have developed in the last year and a half/2 years. It was a weekend where we got to read my work and I got to both look at the individual plays themselves and what's working and what isn't, but also look at my recent body of work and see what is working on a larger scale, where I need to grow, and what I'm writing about.
What I found was that a) I love writing plays b) I am proud of my work c) I got to track growth in the development of my voice as a writer d) I was reminded that challenges/areas of growth are exciting as opposed to a drag/annoyance e) getting out of the city is amazing for the soul. e) DONT DRIVE A CAR OUT OF GAS INTO A DITCH f) people from Vermont are reeeeal nice.
I can't wait to keep writing. I can't wait to finish this draft of We Pray to Elephants. I can't wait to see where some of these plays go. I can't wait to ask for help in the places I need it.
I love what I do (I know I already said that). I'm really grateful.
The thing that I am always reminded of is something my dear mentor always says; that after food and shelter we need stories so we know we're not alone.
HERE ARE PHOTOS:
I was on the subway a week and a half ago, and I saw this, burst into laughter and didn't stop for multiple train stops.
Apparently, big deal, artist, a few years ago, 75 dollars, blah blah blah. I've never had the desire to go on EBay until now.
FRAN DRESCHER FAN CLUB HAT, I COVET THEE
It's snowing and beautiful and, at 7am before there were signs of slush and city barf and sewage and dog urine, the snow fell and all I wanted were warm socks and a puppy and cocoa (I can't drink cocoa) so I could snuggle and enjoy the indoors and outdoors and feel still and quiet and other things one experiences in the state of Vermont.
Instead I had snoring boyfriend and a head injury I have to get an MRI for and no socks (don't tell my grandma who has a thing about sockless feet) and pipes you'd think were auditioning for STOMP but I still had the first substantial snowy morning of winter that isn't technically winter yet. Oh, and like a million other good things. Including the snoring boyfriend.
Because, I, my friends, lead a special, special life.
Scott Klopfenstein, my homie, collaborator, and favorite musician played a show tonight at Petes Candy.
We had feelings. We felt possibility. We listened to derogatory stories about Chuckie Cheese.
It was beautiful.
Also in today, The New York Times ran a story on my friend, WIll.
Will busks Shakespeare on the Highline.
Will has found a unique way to be a working actor.
Then the New York Times told a lot of people about it.
Click here to read what they said!!
Two reminders to live your dreams, kids.
Sometimes, you just gotta get in your car and drive south.
Sometimes, you gotta take one last trip in your Nissan before you sell it and go to your happy place.
Sometimes you gotta sit on the side of a mountain in your firefighter friend's house and do nothing.
Sometimes you have to go back to the town you went to college with and see old friends and new friends who put on gold lame (luh-may) visors and eat power tools with their teeth because they can and because things are more possible in North Carolina.
I napped yesterday for three hours. It felt like a deeper and greater accomplishment than a lot of things I've done this year, you guys. Three hours.
Leaving New York sometimes is the best. Because there's a lot of noise. And everyone is so close to each other. And, because of sheer proximity and also many other things, possibility just gets deflated. And you wonder what you're doing.
And then you look at a mountain for a couple of days and drive a car and listen to that Robyn Thicke song people have feelings about and you remember that you deeply love your life.
And uncertainty can be a blessing.
Sometimes you just need someone furry who cuddles you and tries to eat your cheese and falls over comically when trying to get on your super high bed and barks at the crackheads in your stairwell.
My parents named her Dharma. Yes, they were serious when they did that. Yes, I have the kind of parents who would name a dog Dharma.
Sometimes fulfillment is just furrier than you thought it would be.
I am an optimist.