||[Mar. 21st, 2010|08:15 pm]
This last week was, again, a good kind of insane. I was in a St. Patrick's Day show where I performed a piece I wrote about Jamaicans celebrating St. Patty's and raping a woman with potatoes, and I was James Lipton. The Cell Phones also had an all-ages show that was very rad with a very excited and loving audience (including a girl who couldn't stop hugging me and who had a tattoo of Beth Ditto on her arm). We didn't get home til like 4am.|
Here's what the week looked like:
Saturday, Sunday, Monday: Rehearsals for St. Patrick's Day show
Tuesday: St. Patrick's Day show (McCarry came!)
Wednesday: Blob show AND St. Patrick's Day show (BACK TO BACK)
Thursday, Friday: Blob show (with one night of cast partying)
Saturday: Blob show AND All-Ages Cell Phones show (BACK TO BACK)
Sunday: NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!!!!
Today I've been in hiding. When Ryan left for work, he said 'spend all day here if you want' and so I have, now that his house has the internet. When I asked him for his computer password, he invited me to go play pool with the guys he looks afer. They were very friendly and the pool hall we went to was beautiful, and I beat Ryan's ass! We all had a lot of fun, and then Ryan dropped me back off at his place.
As usual, his cat was being a total bitch at first, but she's snuggled up to me. I've been trying to finish the Palahniuk book I've been reading for a while (because, frankly, I want to read The Crying of Lot 49 again) and Ghost In the Shell: Stand Alone Complex is on netflix instant so I finished that off too (for the millionth time). I fell asleep watching Top Gun, which I've never seen but has MICHAEL IRONSIDE in it. Tom Cruise is a dripping pussy of a pilot. Ryan's due at 9 and hopefully he'll be as hungry as me.
I feel like I'm hibernating. This shitty 'winter' weather is bullshit, and it's nice to be in a cozy room all by myself. After alternating days of work with nights of shows, this is a lovely 1 day break from all this craziness. Days like this are just as important as everything else.
This also makes me want to live with Ryan. We could, I mean our leases are up at the same time, but it's only been just under a year and I don't know if either of us are ready for it. But being surrounded by his stuff (the light-up Jesus and Mary, the chess board, his stack of paintings), I think "I could do this." Buuuut whatever. At the moment, I'm enjoying myself. The end.