life today.
in Funny Stuff, Performance, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
as blind date, demonic spirits, google, google search, ivy league schools, layman, life, life today, makeup, mom, online, scandal, second date, sex, stage, story, today, type situation, wazoo
Um, I’m exhausted.
It’s hard work being that girl in the picture. Seven shows a week now, starting tonight.
Well, tonight was our first preview, anyway. And I have to admit that while I was putting on my makeup, I was pretty excited. To dance and sing and act and be on a stage again.
Okay, I was really excited.
There’s just something beautiful about bringing a story to life. Yes, even a story about murder and intrigue and sex and scandal. Even that. Because there’s satire and humor mixed all up in it and if you can see it, then you realize how ridiculous we all can be and it aides in giving us what’s called a reality check.
Oh, and here’s Ian. Well, and me. We dance together in All That Jazz. He’s fabulous; I’m lucky.
And also, I have a friend who tells me that he has a friend he wants me to meet. Yeah, like, meet meet. “Sure, I’ll meet him,” I said, “But, I’ll probably be, like, really weird when I do.”
“You are really weird, Jess,” so that’s perfect. Just be yourself,” he reassured me.
Ha, okay.
And because the internet allows us all to be layman stalkers, I found my friend’s friend’s (confusing enough for you?) resume online. It’s eleven pages. He’s brilliant. Like, PHD’s out the wazoo from ivy league schools brilliant.
“Mom, what am I even gonna say to this guy?” I asked while I, you know, just happened upon his resume after I may or may not have been conducting a google search that included his name.
“Well, he can’t know about everything…” she mused, though an eleven page resume would indicate otherwise. “Like, he probably doesn’t know much about deliverances.”
That’s the kind of advice you get when your mother’s a minister, I guess. To go on a blind date-type situation with a bonafide genius and talk to him about demonic spirits getting cast out of people. Awesome. Can I hear SECOND DATE?
Yeah, probably not.
“Or…dance, mom. He probably doesn’t know a lot about dancing.”
Which, let’s face it, is probably a bit safer of a subject than real-life Exorcist scenarios.
bones
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as amp, front porch, God, google search, light amp, pile of bones, sentimental/inspiration, skin, something, Voice, wet clothes, word
And it’s so easy, so simple. Because now I walk around, just bones all bleached white, knocking together like teeth chattering on a January day. And when he tells me he doesn’t love me anymore, it makes sense. ‘Of course he doesn’t love her,’ they all whisper, ‘She’s just a pile of bones, after all.’
I remember we sat in the swing on the front porch & as the dusk came on us like a song, dark throated & sweet, he told me about the beginning when we had bones of light & hair that burned like the sun & I asked what happened then? & I felt him floating there in the soft dark & finally he said we forgot & I said I never would, but sometimes I do & I understand now why he put his arm around me & said nothing more.
Why sneezing is just no fun at all anymore.
in Funny Stuff, Performance
as cracked rib, google search, hinderances, humor, innocent bystander, locker room, slow climb, sneezing
The first night after the roller coaster incident, I did what I always do when I am nervous that there is something wrong. I went straight to a google search. And boy they weren’t kidding about one thing: It hurts like a sonofagun to sneeze with a cracked rib. I was in the ladies locker [...]
