FAUST-ball. I still can't get over it.
Sleeping pill AFTER shower, check.
Happy real 10th Anniversary to Rent today. Note to self, don't type after Ambien and a hot shower as brain flies away. That took me ten minutes to get into a semblence of order, and when it's done, I will have no recollection of the typing bits.
James and I went to see good theatre this week. None of our recent "let's go home at intermission so we can catch the end of the game" soirees. We stayed til the end of the wondrously fun Iron Curtain, a show I wish it could extend it's run somewhere. They had me at first joke, in renaming a piece about selling your soul to the devil so your team wins. Since Damn Yankees was taken, they came up with FAUST-ball. I love it. I think we need t-shirts and a logo.
All of tonight's entertainment pales in comparison to my morning at work, where - after I devised a way to handle all of hourly eyedrops - I was met with one of my favorite-til-now residents, who took it upon herself to discredit the staff: "You're not a real nurse, those aren't real pills. YOU take them first." So so tempting to go into my personal Xanax stash and join her. Then, after three attempts to put her O2 back on, the physical abuse swept our way. I got a shove in the chest and my brave CNA received the same. The supervisor, coming over to see the fun, said that she would go attempt the O2 replacement. My CNA stood to the side and watched as she took a smack in the nose. Couldn't even give the Ativan (much less her scheduled meds) because "they're all fake, you're trying to hurt me, take me out of here, but first can you take me to the bathroom?"
Best part tho - we "football-scored" today's game 17-6.
That's kind of the best part. Best will see what happens at work when I get to work at 7am for a repeat of today's circus.
Me and driving directions? Horrible. I went down to Point Pleasant Beach to get lunch and do some shopping in the antique stores with classmate Karen today. It should really only take 40 minutes to get there, but due to some construction and a poorly-marked turn, it took over an hour. Well, it made lunch even better. I found some very pretty summer-y necklackes and earrings, and a perfect opening night present for Jim for Tarzan. Fun day.
Technology is wonderful. Amazon.com has a "beauty" section, and I found the fantastic Lancome pressed powder that I am addicted to. Now if only I could find some kind of foundation that makes the oily skin disappear, but I think until I find a job that doesn't require constant running and sweating, that's a long shot. But how cool is that, I found my powder online. Now I don't need to hunt down a Sephora or deal with the annoying Macy's makeup counter every time I need to buy a new compact.
My Visa bill will be under $5000 this week, for the first time in... forever, it feels like. Being fiscally conservative, here I come!
What a really nice article about the benefit on Monday. They really got the feeling down. And here are some pictures.
Oh, funny moment. While we were waiting outside the Nederlander, I saw my friend Mano, who immediately turned to his companion and said, "You have to see this Sunday in the Park tattoo." I don't get tired of that.
The Rent benefit was fantastic! We had such a great time, and seeing the original cast again - ten years later - was a thrill. The Mayor and Senator Schumer were there, too, and made some remarks at the beginning of the evening. They made some book changes to the show, and did the show in one act, and it was really, really good.
The producers and Mayor Bloomberg and Senator Schumer came out at the beginning of the show to thank everyone and make a few remarks, and then it started. They had signs up that there would be no intermission. The entire cast was there, except for Gilles, whose wife gave birth yesterday morning in CA.
They started with "Seasons of Love," then Ant sang "Halloween" and went to the beginning of the show from there. They made some book cuts, mostly the voicemails, parts of "Christmas Bells" and little bits here and there (and not singing "SOL" again where the top of act two would be, they went right into "Happy New Year"). The cast was partly in costume, and it was partly staged. They didn't use a lot of the upper part of the set - but Daphne did all of the choreography for "Out Tonight."
Adam forgot the lines to "Rent," Idina flubbed part of "Over the Moon," Taye slapped her ass during her mooning bit. And big surprise, Wilson got the most applause when he came out for "Today 4 U." No surprise here, Jesse was the heart and soul of the performance. All of the actors were on stage for the entire show, in chairs along the side of the stage, and you could see how psyched they were to be back together, lots of hugging and touching.
At the end of the show, the current cast and some of the tour casts came on stage to sing "SOL" again.
Oddly enough, with all of the security, there was no bag-checks. Lots of cameras all over the place. How about that.
I do love the New York Times, and Ben Brantley's review of Lestat:
A promising new contender has arrived in a crowded pharmaceutical field. Joining the ranks of Ambien, Lunesta, Sonata and other prescription lullaby drugs is "Lestat," the musical sleeping pill that opened last night at the Palace Theater.
I survived my weekend as supervisor with no major brouhahas. And I enjoyed every single minute of it. No, I really did. I really like the problem solving aspect of it, plus I got to do some of the more enjoyable dressing changes and find out what's going on with all of the patients. And I'm really nosy, so I dig that.
Rent benefit tomorrow. Might be too chilly to wear the short New Year's dress. Might go with the long black dress instead.
later on 4/21/06
It would have been a more exciting game had we stayed til the end, I'm sure. But it was way too cold up in the Bronx, and Missy and I weren't dressed for the weather. So we lasted six innings (about as long as Chien Ming Wang did), and I made it home just as we lost to the Orioles. But other than the cold (and the wait for hot chocolate, which they ran out of, at the concession stand), we had a terrific time. Miss is going to take the next set of tickets for next Friday night so she can go with Oliver, because I have to work day shift that weekend and am coming in for shows Sat and Sun eves. Three days driving into the city in a row would be too much for me, especially with work, so she's taking those tickets and I'm taking the next set.
Tanyon Sturtze, by the way, pitched a splendid inning. I heard it on the radio.
Well, Lestat wasn't the major disaster that I'd been expecting. It turned out to be something like a cross between Brokeback Mountain and Night of the Comet. I never read the books, so I didn't know that the vampires were all gay. I knew they were dead, tho. It had some really cheesy moments (red swirling lights whenever a new vampire gets bitten), some questionable costumes (you have the hunky leading man, Hugh Panaro, and you put him in a trenchcoat for twenty minutes?), but the music wasn't horrid. I like Elton John, and there were only one or two clunkers in the score. The book is all over the place, with loose threads that never get tied up. But you know what? I went in expecting to hate it, and I kind of enjoyed it. I went to Tarzan really wanting to like it, and I was bored. So you never know.
Tonght is Yankees game number one for me and Miss! Can't wait! It better not rain. Already it's 20 degrees cooler than it was yesteday (drat) and they're predicting rain for late night. Let's hope it really late, as in after we beat the Orioles late.
Well, this explains a lot about how Pedro got his 200 wins.
I'm going to be the weekend supervisor for three shifts this weekend (it was going to be two, but they reminded me that I asked to work every other Sunday 3-11 - on my off weekend - in exchange for the overstaffed Monday off). Should be interesting, let's hope nothing major happens! And if it does, rest assured that I will know what to do or who to call).
Speaking of major disasters, I'm going to see Lestat tonight. God help us.
I threw my camera in the bag I'm taking to the Rent benefit - I just got an email from Patrice, who I haven't seen in ten years, and she and her sister Jenne (who I also haven't seen in ten years) are going, too! Plus, she has a copy of the audiotape I'm missing, which just makes my day. I wonder who else we'll run into at the show/party.
In the "read the label, stupid" category: I bought a really pretty skirt at Wal-Mart yesterday. The hanger said "size 4," which is the size I wear in Wal-Mart styles. When I got it home and put it on today, it turned out that the label inside the skirt said "size 16," which is just a tad big on me. Good thing I have needle and thread handy. All fixed.
I am techno-geek! A slow one, but a geek nonetheless.
Thanks to Steve's immeasurable help and software expertise, I have things set up now so that I can record my minidiscs and tapes to CD via the computer. It took about an hour to troubleshoot, but I managed to do it successfully. I cleaned out the box of audiotapes that I have, too, and boy are there a lot. The one that I can find tho - and I'm kind of annoyed - is the Today 4 U Jonathan Larson benefit from 1997 that I went to. If anyone has a copy, please let me know!
Someday, I will have DSL, too. It's just that there's such a time commitment, and while I don't see myself leaving this house anytime soon (not while I have debt), you never know. I should just suck it up and get it and deal with the termination penalty as it comes. Maybe that'll be this summer's project.
Good and bad - the Rent benefit tickets came. We're in the orchestra. As Jen suggested, perhaps there will be people in the mezz that will want to switch. Or maybe I should just go and cry and enjoy it.
And my federal tax return check came today. It's going directly to the "pay back Mom for my car engine from a year ago" fund. Tho part of it went to the "Can you fill it up with regular?" fund, which cost me $31 yesterday.
Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous, so we celebrated by having the annual "clean shit out of the yard" day. Raked up all the wet leaves in the backyard, mowed the lawn, dug up the dying plant in the front yard, and planted a new pear tree, which should - if it doesn't die next week - have flowers in about 34 years. Plus, there was lots of mud involved, which is always a bonus.
Yankees finally beat the Twins. Missy and I have our first game on Friday against the Orioles. Time to break out the Tanyon Sturtze jersey and pray.
There are all of these new Ford commercials with Derek Jeter getting nice and sweaty while working out. I don't see the correlation, but I don't really mind.
Steve and I went to see The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial, which was highly enjoyable. David Schwimmer can't act his way out of a paper bag tho. I love courtroom dramas, and this one was terrific. I want to get the novel it's based on now. No, I've never seen the movie. This shouldn't be surprising.
You'd think no one ever wore a scrubs skirt before. I got more comments on my "it's the first sign of Spring, I'm wearing a skirt" uniform than on anything else yesterday.
It's so beautiful out - I wish every Spring day could be this warm. I have the screens down on the windows downstairs so I can get a nice breeze while watching the beginning of the game before I have to go to work.
There are all of these cars going past the house with their windows rolled up tight. I don't understand that. Let the air in! This is open-windows and top-down weather!
later on 4/11/06
Expecting lots of traffic headed into the city tonight (as I usually run into), I left early, and hit none. So I had time to grab dinner - albeit at McDonald's - and make it to The Wedding Singer with plenty of time to spare. What an enjoyable show! I really liked it, and had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard at some parts.
Afterwards, I went down to Marie's, mainly because I really had to pee, and partly because I hadn't been there in weeks. Well, there was some piano player that I didn't know, and maybe three people that I did, so I stayed for one drink (and the bathroom) and came home.
It was calm enough at work that I got to watch the first part of the Yankees home opener today. Then around the 3rd inning, I didn't have a moment to even look at the TV. Which is fine, because I would have missed Tanyon Sturtze mucking everything up. But I did give Derek Jeter my full attention when he hit that threee-run homer in the 8th to give us the lead. How nice to win the home opener!
And how nice did Al Leiter look in a suit during the pre-game? Yum.
This is great - the community health fair that I helped organize last year at school won the "Most Successful School Community Health Project 2006" at the National Student Nurses Association convention last week. I'm so thrilled that I got to be a part of it.
All I really need to be happy is a roaring fire, a bottle of wine, and a guy who doesn't mind when I ask if I can put on SportsCenter to see how the Yankees did. And that's what I got last night. Lovely. Combined with today's Yankee win (finally), and it was a good weekend.
Between Company with Raul, and the Les Mis "revival," which we just learned will have Norm Lewis as Javert, I think the fall theatre season is looking up.
Today's a nice, rainy day - the kind of day to just stay in bed. Unfortunately, I can't do that. I'm working 3-11pm today as overtime, and then going to the city. Hopefully the rain will have stopped by then.
The production of Company that I wanted to fly to Ohio to see is coming to Broadway. I can't wait.
I am very disappointed in the Yankees so far. I think it's because I'm not there to cheer them on. Of course, I'm not in California, so it's not even possible.
As expected, because I don't have the experience yet, I didn't get the admin job at work. But they did ask if I want to train to be a weekend supervisor, and I said, "of course!" Hopefully the opportunity to do that will come soon. I really do love working there.
Oh happy day! Missy's and my season tickets arrived today!
It's 04/05/06, I just get a kick out of that.
We went from sunny morning to blizzard to sunny afternoon. I hate April.
Al Leiter is joining YES as an analyst. That makes me very happy. The man can talk about anything, for hours. That'll be entertaining to watch.
I just did something I never do. Paid full price for theatre tickets for more than a month away. Of course, it's Three Days of Rain with Julia Roberts and Paul Rudd and Bradley Cooper, but still. I actually like the play - I saw a production that featured a guy I met in the airport in Detroit (I know, I meet people all over the place), and I really enjoyed it.
later on 4/4/06
Things that make me miss living in the city: there's a Kieslowski retrospective at Lincoln Center this month. The last time they did one is when I first saw The Decalogue, his superb miniseries made for Polish TV - each episode based on one of the ten commandments. Amazon.com says - and I completely agree -
Superlatives abound when describing Krzysztof Kieslowski's The Decalogue, a series of 10 one-hour dramas originally made for Polish TV between 1988 and 1989 and seen throughout the world in film festivals and cinematheque and museum programs. Though each episode is inspired by one of the Ten Commandments of the Bible, these are not Sunday school fables illustrating some simplistic moral lesson--the connections to the individual commandments are not always obvious and are often downright curious--but powerful, profound stories of love and loss, faith and fear. Kieslowski explores ordinary people flailing through inner torments, hard decisions, and shattering revelations, grounding his stories in the faces of their deeply human characters.I don't usually hype films (I'm not that cultured), but I highly recommend these films to everyone. I think they're so well-done and show so much of human nature. Go buy them now. Also at the retrospective, they're showing the Blue, White and Red trilogy, and La Double Vie de Veronique - just stunning, stunning work. If I were in the city, I'd be there every day to watch his films.
Each episode is self-contained, from "Decalogue I" ("I Am the Lord Thy God"), the touching story of a boy who starts asking the hard questions of life from his rationalist father and religious aunt, to "Decalogue X" ("Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor's Goods"), a comic tale of estranged brothers who bond through a winding ordeal involving their father's priceless stamp collection. There are stories of tragedy and triumph, both expansive and intimate, some profoundly moving and others delicately shaded--but all are warmed by Kieslowski's sympathetic direction and his eye for resonant, fragile imagery. Initially drawn together by location--the series is set in a dreary Warsaw apartment complex--a web of associations forms as characters pass through other stories, sometimes only briefly, and themes reverberate through the series. The Decalogue is ultimately a personal spiritual investigation into the soul of man, a work of quiet attention and deep emotion marked by astounding images and vivid characters. Each volume is also available individually on VHS.
However, downsides of moving back to the city outweigh the plusses: low rent, more space, car, dating life not much better than it was in the city, job is here, etc. And I'm in debt. Can't afford to move.
But boy do I miss the city.
In about an hour, it'll be a chronological oddity: 01:02:03am on 04/05/06.
Wow, what a massacre. I guess that puts the Yankees in first place in the AL East. One game down, 161 to go.
I won't be able to watch tonight's tho, I'm seeing Drowsy Chaperone. I'll probably listen to some of it on the drive home after the show, but I have to work day shift tomorrow, so I can't stay up til the end.
One of the people on the Ultimate Road Trip (the show I didn't try out for in person because there's no way I could take seven months off of work) is from Cliffwood Beach, NJ. That's the next town over. How cool.
And while technically it's not cold out, after the 70 degree weekend we had, I'm freezing. The weatherman said we might get rain or even a snow shower tonight. I can't wait til Spring is really here. This cold snap is making my knees hurt (or maybe it was working 12 hours yesterday and not getting to sit down that's making them hurt).
Opening Day! I can't wait til 8.30pm, when all of the pre-game stuff starts. I'm glad I'm off tomorrow, the game isn't on until 10pm. I hope I can stay up for the whole thing.
I love that we get an extra hour of daylight (is that why we're "saving" it?), but I hate that I lost an hour of sleep. And couldn't fall asleep on top of that - maybe it was the knowing I was losing an hour.
Sondheim goes off about songs he wishes he'd never written. In true April first fashion.
I can't believe the last exhibition game of Spring Training ended in a tie. Now that's a joke.
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