My immensely awesome friends Jamie and Asher are getting married tomorrow at the New York Public Library. It's going to be faaaancy. Jamie's going to look like a princess. I'm probably going to look like a really weird mermaid. Weddings are totally sometimes like grown up prom.
Anyway. Jamie and Asher are really special and so I recorded a rapping e-card for them dressed like a garden gnome named Schmuel.
Things to know: Jamie wanted a Christmas tree one year. On account of, you know, Judaism, Asher said no. So, they created GNOMENON, where they can, at any moment in the entire month of december, give each other a gnome gift. It's genius. And yes, friends, they are getting married during gnomenon.
Other things to know:
-They have a same sex Ketubah (marriage contract) because they're cool and gender etc.
-Chatah means Groom. Kallah means bride.
-Asher makes furniture. His last name is Israelow. She is taking it.
-Daven is to pray
-There will inevitably be women not dressed appropriately when we're at B'nai Jeshurun, the temple where the actual ceremony is
-People call it BJ
-I've never successfully embedded a video to my website before
Featured here my hat twinsie/director friend Jaki Bradley.
Not featured here: the pile of macrobiotic food we ate while talking about life and plays and boys and families and hats while staring deeply into each others eyes while also wearing substantial sweaters.
This is Atri, one of my favorite tiny humans.
That is Atri's boot.
He has a "toddler fracture." (no really that's the medical term)
What did he do about it, you guys?
He ran in a field in Central Park and played tag with me and some very bossy big kids, dressed like a fireman, performed a puppet show, did yoga with me aaaand meticulously prepared me a picnic of plastic food.
I hope we all learned something here, you guys.
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.
Tonight, I sat in a living room in North Carolina and listened to some local friends here read my play about some kids on a porch in Durham, North Carolina.
Featured in the photo to this blurb's left: actors and people listening.
It's amazing what substantial time away from a play can change how I hear it.
Six months ago, my mentor went to a reading and told me it was missing 20 pages, plus more sex and violence. I said "PSHAH" (which is a thing I never say, you guys) and also "Uhh there's a lot of sex and violence."
But tonight I was like "Oooh. Yeah. It's, for sure, missing 20 pages. And some sex."
Jury's out on the violence, Thurber.
But, as usual, you're probably right.
Mr. T read stage directions. Not my friend Jon Haas, featured here.
Mr. T did.
Today I drank coffee and skyped with Emily Dendinger, my playwriting homie and soulmate.
We wanted to do a lunch date but our digestive tracks and schedules didn't align with actual lunch. She drank her coffee. Out of a mug with a giant E on it.
A piece of advice, kids: find friends who do what you do and love what you do. Then talk about it with them.
Like begets like.
Conversations with Emily Dendinger make you sometimes jazzed about the work you're doing. Especially when you're on a mental health trip and have done more napping than working.
The idea that writing is a solitary venture is not my experience. I need other writers. Aaaaand I need everyone else in the process. I write plays, in part because I thrive on community. And Emily Dendinger is community, folks.
Read her stuff. It's fuuuuuunny.
Note: I googled Emily and found this picture. SHIT IS UNAUTHORIZED.
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.
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.
I am an optimist.