That is I what I am doing, starting with the oldest blog I kept that still exists. It also means I'm reading embarrassing stuff and awful writing from college! It's when I didn't believe in using capital letters ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed that a dude I knew was about to marry a second time, and a key point of the ceremony involved his new mother-in-law destroying the bulldozer he had purchased as a wedding gift to his first wife--it was to symbolize their relationship at the time (rock-solid? destructive ( Read more... )

I did an unintentional 3-ish month experiment--I had no home internet access at my last job, so I decided to not blog and see whether I missed it ( Read more... )

This morning, I will admit to being irked. I am wardrobing a puppet-ballet concieved by one of the premier puppet artists in the industry (along with Russian identical twin sister pianists!), and since the show has been in and out of boxes for the past decade, the preparation is not perfect ( Read more... )

This may be the most amazing two days off, ever. Two nights, really ( Read more... )

Solar-powered happiness is something that always catches me off-guard. I forget that it actually exists, and today it was totally necessary. I've been not-so-happy the past week, which I chalk up to a combination of Two Gents closing, spending nearly every day in a windowless basement, trying to mentally prepare to leave the state for my next job ( Read more... )

This is seriously starting to get weird.

Tonight I waited an hour for a train that never came, and made the acquaintance during that time of three gentlemen who told me I look like Louise Brooks. One of them, I think, tried to kiss me when I leaned in to inform him that his fly was down. I wrote it off as an honest mistake. The rest of the ( Read more... )

I was a dressing room celebrity today. Within moments of half hour, the entire women's dressing room had heard what happened at the bar, and multiple people approached me wanting the lurid details: "C.C., you're, like, the hero of Monday night!" "I heard that a guy was hassling A, and you called him a douchebag to his face and got him thrown out ( Read more... )

Another opening night! I got excited first when Team Wardrobe all pulled out our dresses: red, teal, yellow.

"Squee!" I exclaimed, "We're totally gonna be dressed like the girls from Heathers! M, you're the ruthless clique leader Heather (Chandler, red), J, you're the bitchy Shannon Dogherty Heather (Duke, green/teal) who takes over when Winona ( Read more... )

About nineteen days ago, before I moved to my new place and was internet-less for nearly three weeks, I wrote this:

One of my favourite scenes in Tales of the City is a hippie party, during which all of the stoned guests are discussing their favourite years. I think 2011 might be mine.

( This is why, OR A brief summation thereof. )