Who Knows

My God, it's been a long time. I don't know what happened. I just stopped.

Stopped.

I've got a new Mac now and all of my time is being devoted to writing. When I'm not writing I'm seeing Hair, which I have done four times since it's been back. I don't think I have to say how much of a dream come true that's been for me. My foot is broken but I've been hobbling around the city like a trooper. Wednesday I'm seeing Follies. Since I last blogged I've seen:

Jerusalem 2x

Hair 4x

Billy Elliot 2x

Death Takes a Holiday

How to Succeed

The Normal Heart 2x

The People in the Picture

I must be forgetting some.

Leaving for college in two weeks. I'm not scared. Nothing scares me, just makes me nervous.

Coping.

So my heart is still pretty broken, but you know what helps? Crack.

Kidding. I just keep going, I guess. The sun will rise and the moon will set and you learn how to settle for what you get. Such is life. As Prior Walter said, "One wants, but one so seldom gets what one wants, does one? No. One does not. One gets fucked over." You go on, but spoiled little bitches like me can't get by without something to dull the pain. So I've been self-medicating in the only way I know how. I think we know what that is by now. Lately I've had two speeds: a million miles an hour and stop. The last few weekends have found me running wild in the city and cultivating a very trendy hatred of Times Square. This year alone I've seen:

Women on the Verge

La Cage

The Addams Family

Good People

The Dream of the Burning Boy

Angels in America: Millennium Approaches

Angels in America: Perestroika

The Dream of the Burning Boy

This Saturday I'm seeing The People in the Picture and in late May I'm seeing How to Succeed. Life in shambles. Keep calm and carry on. The children of Africa weep for me.

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I'm not going to Emerson. Harper has a line in Perestroika: "When your heart breaks you should die." Well, she was right. You should. But you don't. You go on. And I'll be okay. I always am.

Bring it On

So the book and I have been nominated for some kind of award. That's exciting. I've never known the joy of competition, at least not in anything I'm actually good at. On March 25 I have to go to the gala. They say it's an honor just to be nominated. It is, but for a psychotic Lady Macbeth like myself that's not enough.

What I'll Do

So I finally saw The Addams Family. Charles Addams is rolling in his grave if in fact he's actually dead.

Anyway, I'm starting to compile a spring docket. It is as follows:

Angels in America

Good People

The People in the Picture

Priscilla, Queen of the Desert

How to Succeed

Anything Goes

It's been a while since I've actually actively wanted to see anything. And God knows I'm the kind of person that knows what she wants. Which is why I've decided to blow off senior prom and go to the Tonys. That is what I really want to do. I have no interest in prom or dancing. So I'm gonna do something that'll actually bring me some enjoyment.

Stun

Alice Ripley liked my Facebook status today and I was so shocked I choked on my Powerade. This is the coolest thing that's happened since my dinner after Women on the Verge. The status was "I just realized most of the things BopIt says sound incredibly sexual." And she liked it. And it made my day. I can see what you're thinking but I don't care.

I make it a point not to bother actors on Facebook. I think it's creepy. Anyway, there it is. An unsolicited like. Nothing like having a stranger reaffirm your sense of self-worth. I'm gonna go throw up now.

It's Today

So today Next to Normal is closing. I won't be there since I'm sitting home with my cheeks swollen up like Winston Churchill. Got my wisdom teeth out on Friday. Anyway, I'm not emotionally shattered. I'm sitting here with ice on my face and listening to A Little Brains, A Little Talent. It had a better run that I ever thought possible. I never got to see Marin Mazzie, but there are worse things than that. Lotta memories. At least I get to keep those.

In other news, Spider-man's opening was pushed back again. Its amount of previews now exceeds the entire lengths of Ragtime's run. I hope you're damn well pleased with yourself, Julie Taymor. Cause nobody else is.

On the Verge

It's taken a week to be able to get my thoughts together and write about what it perhaps the most awesome thing that's ever happened to me. I saw Women on the Verge last week. It wasn't really that bad. Laura Benanti was great and I no longer hate LuPone that much. Her solo towards the second act was the best part of the show.

When it was over my family and I ate dinner in the little French bistro across the street. (Four months to Paris. Gotta practice.) I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came out BOOM: Laura Benanti. I sat back down and looked across the room. I spied:

Gavin Creel
Laura Benanti
Celia Keenan-Bolger
Victoria Clarke
Stephen Pasquale
Justin Guarini
Brian Stokes Mitchell

I, of course, didn't say anything. No use being a damn fool. It was the most intense meal I've ever had. I spent the evening giggling nervously and avoiding looking up.

Bonus: Tourists make my parents nervous, so they were waiting by the theatre when I got out. My dad said Joel Grey walked by and the stage door guy didn't want to let him in because he didn't know who he was. GOD DAMN IT THAT'S JOEL GREY.

We were going to see The Addams Family but didn't because my sister was scared. After that we were going to see Spider-man but didn't because I was scared.