Hung Over Current mood: nauseated Last night we had our Opening Night Party . Oh man... i drank way too much. That was so stupid. I won't even try to recount what I had. I knew where I should have stopped and I just barreled right through that. The evening was super fun. I got to mingle and talk with people and then there was dancing and then a bunch of us played soccer in this really big grassy area in front of the Martel theatre. It was so much fun! Yeah.. hehehe.. drunken soccer. I got bruises all over my legs and my right knee hurts from having tripped and running into Patrick the props guy. But someone got hurt and the game died. I remember walking home and getting into my apt and then after that I don't know what happened. When I became consiously aware of what was going on, I was in the bathroom throwing up. I have no idea how long I was in there but when I came out it was already daylight. I didn't get much sleep either because I had to get to the shop to finish the laundry before the Matinee today. I've been throwing up all day and had to run two shows. I got to come home for a couple hours between shows where I napped, tried to drink water, and nibble on a piece of bread. I felt better during the first show until the very end when my nausea returned and I got huge ass headache. My assistant Nathan was wonderful. He practically did everything for me! Seriously. I wouldn't have been able to do it without him. I'm so embarrassed. I'm sure my roommates were annoyed by me and my drunkeness and then throwing up all night and morning long. Now the bathroom is a mess. I have intentions of totally cleaning it up tomorrow, but I'm still too sick to do anything right now. Except type, drink water, and work on a loaf of bread. Plus we just got a new roommate.. some good impression and example I'm setting for her. Great Anna Marie. Good Job at being an ass. I drank too much. le sigh.... Currently listening : The Very Best of the Smiths By The Smiths Release date: By 26 June, 2001

Weekend in Brooklyn Current mood: peaceful Megan and I just got back from Brooklyn. We left last night at about 7:45. We had originally planned on taking the train, but the train leaves at 7:33 and then 8:33. We had 3 minutes to get there when she got off work and didn't want to wait another hour to leave. Plus, we concluded that splitting a tank of gas and tolls would be cheaper than buying two train tickets anyhow. It was a great drive down. It was absolutely beautiful with all the trees and twisty turny roads. I helped navigate for Megan and after a couple hours we arrived in the city. It was interesting to see the parts of New York City not via bus. There were so many people and cars out. We arrived at her apartment not too much later than 10 I suppose, where I got to meet her boyfriend Anthony and his brother Angelo. Yes, they are italian. They had a quant little two bedroom apartment. Megan had her own room and the boys shared a room. Their living room was full of instruments, a stereo/record player, and lots of records. There was a rather cozy wee kitchen and dining area. Through the window in the kitchen you could see across into the neighbors apartment where an elderly couple lived. The bathroom was a bit of a tight squeeze, but managable. Anthony, Megan and I went out for a beer run. It was wierd walking out at night in Brooklyn. Anthony told us that not but a couple days ago someones car blew up. We went quickly. Afterwards, the four of us sat up and talked while snacking on munchy things. We played poker. At first I was losing big time, but then I swept the floor with them all. It was rather fun. Before we knew it it was 1:45 and everyone was ready for bed. As we all prepared for bed, talked of sleeping in, and what we'd have for breakfast, the doorbell rang. The four of us piled into the kitchen to see who was at the door. A woman stood at the door and introduced herself as a neighbor. She then proceeded to barge into the apartment to check it out along with her thick Brooklyn accent and cigarette. We all were kind of speechless and shocked as she jabbered on and asked questions. The woman however would not leave. I was already akward and uncomfortable as it was with meeting Angelo and Anthony so as to lighten my anxiety, Angelo set me up in the boys room so I could go to sleep and not have to talk with the obnoxious Brooklyn woman. She did not leave until almost 3 and everyone else got to go to bed. In the morning, the four of us rose late and began our morning rituals. We took turns showering, while Megan and Anthony cooked us all breakfast. We all sat down to a lovely meal of Omelettes and Pancakes. It was nice being there with them all. I was happy I had come along. Had I not, I probably would have just stayed in my room all day anyways, bored and alone. After breakfast, the guys began to make 'sauce.' They had plans of making Megan and I an authentic italian dinner. It was fun to watch them argue and prepare the sauce. Megan and I played cards together, listened to music, and talked to the guys. Once the sauce was on its way and just needed to sit and simmer, we all headed out to the Washington square via metro to see the Gay Pride Parade. There were an assortment of people and lots of fun costumes. We walked around a bit watching the different floats. It was definately an interesting parade. Unlike any I had ever seen. It was very sexual in nature and Angelo and I agreed that it seemed more like a protest than a celebration. I was surprised by how many gay churches were represented and thought it was interesting that there was no one protesting the parade. Perhaps there was in other areas. We stayed out there for a couple hours, watching the parade, looking at the dog park (Megan loves dogs), and looking at different shops. But it got later, cooler, and started to sprinkle and it was soon time to head back to the apartment and check on the sauce. The rest of the evening the boys busied themselves with cooking and trying to entertain us girls. We were all very very hungry and excited about dinner. The guys fussed over the sausage and how it should be cooked. They didn't have anymore big pots and had to cook the pasta in small pots. We all picked at a loaf of bread which we doused in butter and roasted garlic. Finally at about 8:00pm, the meal was ready and the four of us sat down devoured as much as our tummies could hold. It was so delicious! They did a realy wonderful job. While we ate we talked and discussed the events of our visit: the Drunken Brooklyn girl and our thoughts about the Parade. After dinner Megan and I did the dishes. The guys didn't seem too pleased by us working, but we wanted to show our appreciation and thanks. That evening was really fun. The four of us were getting along so well, talking and helping each other out, getting in one anothers way. There was real sense of family and home. It reminded me of when I was dating David and would stay with Liss. How the four of us were like a wee family, plus little Laney. That's how I felt that evening with Megan, Anthony, and Angelo. It made my heart ache. Not because I was sad, but it was a feeling that I missed. I think that's why I was so excited about getting a new apartment with Tracey and Clint. Because then we could have that feeling of family the three of us. We would cook our meals together, watch t.v. together, and fuss over one another. In a part, in a way, I miss that. Sure it's nice living alone, sure it's nice to be able to have some solitude. But then again, there is definately something wonderful about having people close to you to care about and who'll care about you. Megan and I headed back to Poughkeepsie shortly after dinner. We wanted to get back before we both were too tired and we both had to be at work in the morning. We said our goodbyes to Anthony and Angelo, thanking them for all their hospitality. Once again I helped navigate for Megan and as we headed out I look a quick back and saw one of the most beautiful sights. It was the island of Manhattan lit up like no other city and in the distance, the Statue of Liberty shown bright and true.