Well, it might not have been the day off that I intended, but it certainly was a lovely day off. I think everyone has those days, where things don't go the way you've planed, but they go well nevertheless. (Random fact of the day: My step dad had a cat named Nevertheless.) Brett and I made plans to start our day at 2, which gave me the morning to laze about.
I got up, and I checked my myspace -- which seems to be something I physically have to do when I'm near a computer. Sometimes it feels more as though it's out of habit, than about a desire to be on myspace. I'm not alone in the compulsive need to know if anyone's communicated with me recently, I've seen it in others. We all constantly check our phones, emails, etc.
There was a new blog on Tony's page.
He's coming home.
Moment of shock.
After talking to him for a while, we talked about him coming to New York. It's such a magical place to start over, and I think he'd love it. So much happens here, and with all of his wild energy, there'd always be someplace to expend it. After a bit of the conversation, I began to think about what it would really be like to have him here. We were such a rollercoaster, so good, so bad.... Now that we've found this comfortable place to fall back into, I hope we don't lose sight of it. There's so much possibility with us, and really the only missing piece was the tangibility.
I remember how I felt during SATC, the way the whole movie was about forgiving and believing and meant to be and true love. And how he ran through my head in every moment and every speech about loss of love or friendship. I think too about the place I'm in now and the place I was in after we broke up. The healing has not been easy, losing him was like losing a piece of me, and I had to put myself back together. Though, I do believe that scars make you stronger.
At the very least, I'll have a friend in the city. Someone that makes me smile, and laugh, and with whom I can undoubtedly be nerdy. It'll be nice to have his laugh around.
It's just very surreal. Cool. But surreal.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
The Great Divide
I was in P.E. class. I was a sophomore in High School There was this theater girl whom I had just lost a role too named Peggy. She was a senior. I thought she was a total bitch. I can't remember what we were talking about, but I'll never forget she said something like, "You'll understand when you're my age."
"Wow... 18 to 15... Yeah, Peggy... that's a lot of difference." I thought with this sarcastic self assuredness that one only finds in a 15 year old.
A boyfriend who was 5 years older than I loved to tout that same mantra. I thought he was a self righteous ass too.
In both cases, I was incorrect.
The gap between each of our formative years is enormous. We're talking, miles wide. You don't see it till you get to the other side. Nothing about the experience of growing up happens in the manner one attributes to the connotation of the word "growing". Every cliched movie moment where someone talks about how you blink and years are over -- that came right out of reality. So, clearly, my observation is not original, but it's new to me. It's an interesting place to be in one's life.
I love my roommates. They are good, and kind, and sweet and funny. They are, however, on the other side of a canyon I have already crossed. Not only is it a journey I have made, but I have spent a lot of it looking over my shoulder. Recently I realized that's a bad idea. I like moving on. Bring on 30. Bring on growing up. All the changes in my life in the last 2 months have been the best changes. I welcome more. So, in that spirit, I have to keep to the goal, stick to the plan.
And, really, at this point the only solid detail to the plan is to figure out who I am and what I want... (I mean, let's face it folks, this was never really a detailed plan. I didn't even come here with a job, for crying out loud.)
Be it age, fatigue, or just a phase... I have come to need a little peace in my world. In my youth I expended so much energy on worry and sadness and insecurity, that I have little patience for them left -- in myself and in others.
I want to find the solution.
I want to see the sunshine.
I want to think.
I want to listen and be heard.
I think to the future.
I look on the bright side.
I want to be surrounded by people who do too.
I have spent what feels like an eternity spinning in dizzy, frantic circles, and I this point I'm ready to be still. So many people in their early 20's don't know how to be still. And, god bless them, they have the energy. I have the energy too -- I would just like to expend it on other activities.
"Wow... 18 to 15... Yeah, Peggy... that's a lot of difference." I thought with this sarcastic self assuredness that one only finds in a 15 year old.
A boyfriend who was 5 years older than I loved to tout that same mantra. I thought he was a self righteous ass too.
In both cases, I was incorrect.
The gap between each of our formative years is enormous. We're talking, miles wide. You don't see it till you get to the other side. Nothing about the experience of growing up happens in the manner one attributes to the connotation of the word "growing". Every cliched movie moment where someone talks about how you blink and years are over -- that came right out of reality. So, clearly, my observation is not original, but it's new to me. It's an interesting place to be in one's life.
I love my roommates. They are good, and kind, and sweet and funny. They are, however, on the other side of a canyon I have already crossed. Not only is it a journey I have made, but I have spent a lot of it looking over my shoulder. Recently I realized that's a bad idea. I like moving on. Bring on 30. Bring on growing up. All the changes in my life in the last 2 months have been the best changes. I welcome more. So, in that spirit, I have to keep to the goal, stick to the plan.
And, really, at this point the only solid detail to the plan is to figure out who I am and what I want... (I mean, let's face it folks, this was never really a detailed plan. I didn't even come here with a job, for crying out loud.)
Be it age, fatigue, or just a phase... I have come to need a little peace in my world. In my youth I expended so much energy on worry and sadness and insecurity, that I have little patience for them left -- in myself and in others.
I want to find the solution.
I want to see the sunshine.
I want to think.
I want to listen and be heard.
I think to the future.
I look on the bright side.
I want to be surrounded by people who do too.
I have spent what feels like an eternity spinning in dizzy, frantic circles, and I this point I'm ready to be still. So many people in their early 20's don't know how to be still. And, god bless them, they have the energy. I have the energy too -- I would just like to expend it on other activities.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Again, today I styled my hair.
Again, the humidity is evil and ruined it.
Again, the humidity is evil and ruined it.
The rain storm from last night lasted through the morning, and bringing an umbrella was not any help. The air is just wet. I wonder if there's more moisture here in the cooler months as well. I could ask someone I suppose...
Today was a lovely day at work. I find myself more enthralled with what I do every day. I moved here in large part to find myself, and in addition have found pieces of myself I allowed to lay dormant for so long. I love MAC, I love the culture, I love the artistry. There's something unparalleled about spending your days being creative. When you boil away all the excess, that's what I do, and because I am creative, people leave me feeling pretty. That's just neat.
Throwing myself head first into this career might be one of the best things I have ever done for myself. Focus and patience have never been my strongest suits ( ha ha ) but I am learning both. What you want is worth waiting for. Not only do I want a career I can be proud of and excited about, but someday I want to fall in love. I think one you work for and one you just let happen.
Up till now, I have been working for the wrong one.
Now is my time, personal time, career time, time to find me.
Hopefully after I find me, someone else will too.
xoxo
Lexie
"If its a broken part, replace it
If its a broken arm, then brace it
If its a broken heart, then face it"
-Jason Mraz
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Walking through cheesecake...
...that's what Gina said the weather felt like today, and I think it was a horribly accurate description.
Yeah, so anyone who reads this that's *not* familiar with humidity, take note, it's as gross as that concept is. Ew. I did my hair this morning for work and it was an entirely failed effort, I had update today so it didn't need to be perfect. However, I walked to the train and I opened my compact to check my eyeliner, and not only was my hair flat and sticking to my face but I had already melted off all my makeup.
The walk is about 6 minutes, give or take the ONE stoplight. UGH.
Update was a ton of fun, and it's always nice to meet new Mac Folk.
I got to sing with a jazz band at Plum tonight and that was a lot of fun. During the set, it started to POUR outside, I mean the kind of rain at the end of a slasher flick... lightening and thunder and cats and dogs and kitchen sinks. I found myself giggling at what a ridiculous sight I must have been walking in a jersy summer dress and flip flops in a thunderstorm. Upon my arrival home, I was the spitting image of a drowned rat. Like, seriously.
However, tomorrow is a big event at work and I need to look fab, so I'm heading to sleepy land.
Yeah, so anyone who reads this that's *not* familiar with humidity, take note, it's as gross as that concept is. Ew. I did my hair this morning for work and it was an entirely failed effort, I had update today so it didn't need to be perfect. However, I walked to the train and I opened my compact to check my eyeliner, and not only was my hair flat and sticking to my face but I had already melted off all my makeup.
The walk is about 6 minutes, give or take the ONE stoplight. UGH.
Update was a ton of fun, and it's always nice to meet new Mac Folk.
I got to sing with a jazz band at Plum tonight and that was a lot of fun. During the set, it started to POUR outside, I mean the kind of rain at the end of a slasher flick... lightening and thunder and cats and dogs and kitchen sinks. I found myself giggling at what a ridiculous sight I must have been walking in a jersy summer dress and flip flops in a thunderstorm. Upon my arrival home, I was the spitting image of a drowned rat. Like, seriously.
However, tomorrow is a big event at work and I need to look fab, so I'm heading to sleepy land.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
What's with the straws?
So in NY, any time you get a drink in a bottle or can from a vendor on the street, they give you a straw... why? It's a very odd phenomenon to me.
I saw a concert in central park today and it was an amazing day. I got a little color in the sun and hung out with some really choice girls. It takes a lot for a girl to really grow on me, and these girls are rather amazing. I was just commenting today on how in California, everyone's nice to you -- and that doesn't mean they like you. In NY, not everyone is nice, but if they are, they mean it. I like that end of the spectrum, and much prefer the reality of not being a total gossip.
Then I spent the evening with Peanut. We tried to see Dark Knight, but it was sold out till 11:30pm or later and he couldn't stay out that late. So we had a drink at Bar 41 on 41st and the cast of Rent was there. It was cool. I got to chat with Eden Espinosa, which I thought was extra cool since she's one of those singers I truly admire. Phil and I had a lot of laughs and then some serious talk about life -- that's our m.o.
I'm too tired to write more than that now, but I wanted to update.
I saw a concert in central park today and it was an amazing day. I got a little color in the sun and hung out with some really choice girls. It takes a lot for a girl to really grow on me, and these girls are rather amazing. I was just commenting today on how in California, everyone's nice to you -- and that doesn't mean they like you. In NY, not everyone is nice, but if they are, they mean it. I like that end of the spectrum, and much prefer the reality of not being a total gossip.
Then I spent the evening with Peanut. We tried to see Dark Knight, but it was sold out till 11:30pm or later and he couldn't stay out that late. So we had a drink at Bar 41 on 41st and the cast of Rent was there. It was cool. I got to chat with Eden Espinosa, which I thought was extra cool since she's one of those singers I truly admire. Phil and I had a lot of laughs and then some serious talk about life -- that's our m.o.
I'm too tired to write more than that now, but I wanted to update.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Good Morning, Good Morning!
Two useless thoughts.
It's ALWAYS hotter in my room than the rest of the house.... it's REALLY time for an air conditioner. I truly felt as though it was silly extraneous purchase. It's not. I literally need one.
The laundry in my building is not expensive or really (when one uses the elevator) very far away. That's a happy thought. I needed to do some laundry this morning and was DREADING it. It just wasn't that bad. Easy and fast, actually.
I used a lot of EMPHASIS in this blog.
Well, back to Pandora Radio and my curling iron for work.
Ta.
It's ALWAYS hotter in my room than the rest of the house.... it's REALLY time for an air conditioner. I truly felt as though it was silly extraneous purchase. It's not. I literally need one.
The laundry in my building is not expensive or really (when one uses the elevator) very far away. That's a happy thought. I needed to do some laundry this morning and was DREADING it. It just wasn't that bad. Easy and fast, actually.
I used a lot of EMPHASIS in this blog.
Well, back to Pandora Radio and my curling iron for work.
Ta.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
a few more little victories, little questions, less sleep, and bigger moments...
Ugh... ten days. Too long.
So, New York news: I had my first "Probationary Review" at work, and it was stellar. They seem to really love me which is incredibly nice. It's nice to go to work every day and do something I know I'm good at. It's not like singing or theater where it's subjective, there's proof. My numbers are high and my customers like me. So -- that's real proof, right? Not to say by any means I don't love to sing and perform and love the wacky subjective nature of art, but it's nice to have a "day job" I can shine at.
My manager sent me with only a very select group to an event at Saks, and it was nice to be recognized so early on in the game. I'm not going to count my chickens though. I'm out here to make Lexie into a something. I'm this, half formed inkling of a person right now. Sounds so strange, I'm sure, but I just really feel like I'm on the verge of something. I know there are giant chunks of me that are figured out, but so much of it is like an impressionist painting I'm standing to close to. I know all the colors make shapes, but I'm not in a position to see what those shapes are just yet.
Danny and I talked again today, and he's (of course) going to see Dark Knight tonight. I was seriously thinking about going to the 3am show, but after the ridiculous day I had today, my body just won't cooperate. So, I'm on my way to bed once I get these rattling thoughts out of my head and into the ether. I'm sad not to see the movie at midnight on opening day, it's just the kind of movie that needs such an adventure. :) Danny will have to be my proxy for the night.
Oh Danny. How lucky I feel sometimes to have that friendship. It's such a perfect beautiful mess. Sometimes I feel as though I ought to be falling in love with him, sometimes I think I could someday love him, and sometimes I just don't think about him in terms of romantic love at all. The latter is never out of avoidance, but out of a lack of need. There's something so simple and pure about the way I feel about him. He's just a part of my life, and should be. However, there's seems to be such a draw to the idea of it blossoming someday into some kind of fairy-tale ending. So little of me believes in fairy-tale endings anymore, and so much of me knows that ruining this friendship that has proved to be my constant constant would break me. So, I find myself certain and entirely unsure about nothing and everything where he's concerned. I also know I'm lonely, and that I'm realizing that maybe I'm not the fiercely independent Samantha-Type I thought I was... perhaps an amalgam of that woman and a more down to earth, open hearted lover is where the chips will fall. I know I could be amazing to someone, but I don't think I could give without getting anymore. I've done it too much, and I'd rather be alone with my music and makeup and musings than chasing someone who's armor will never thin.
The truth of the matter is that Danny's 3000 miles away, and it won't be anything till it's something. So, I'm happy that it is whatever it is. I enjoy that we can muse about the future without toppling into it. I wish Anthony and I had found that balance. We talk sometimes, and though he's still in my fibers and under my skin, it's awkward. I want happiness and beauty for him, but talking to him just stings a little.
Central Park remains my sanctuary, and Brett introduced me to a new part of it this week, and it was magical. I find myself replenished when I leave that place, as though the time I spent was medication for the madness that has been living here. It's been a month and a half and every moment has been a joy, a wonder, or a lesson, with the occasional sad and nostalgic musings of home. I find myself feeling like this is my home, this place. I somehow am a part of things here, and I'm never entirely alone with the city breathing down my neck or singing me to sleep. There are possibilities around every corner and parties under tables and in trees. But, now that I have found a somewhere, it's a reminder that home is somewhere and someone(s). I don't say someone in only the traditional sense of love. I also realized that people are my home. There are little pieces of me that don't belong to me anymore, they live in Lisa and Erin and Danny, and my family. I'm making new friends, but I have to figure out what I have to give them. I certainly think there is a limit to what I can give, though I know I have not by any means begun to approach it. However, I know, too, that I cannot give what already belongs to another heart. I guess this is just my sappy and poetic way of saying how do I let people in without replacing anyone? There's a way... I just don't know it yet.
Right now, I am madly obsessed with Pandora radio, which I can get both on the internet and on a little app on my iphone. I have created a few stations, and the new music it plays for me based on what I like is extraordinary.
Well, after 17 hours of waking, 12 of which I spent without sitting down -- I'm collapsing as I type. So, I'm going to curl up in my humid summer in NYC bed and sleep through a night I should have been out being a nerd.
Goodnight moon.
A little Matt Nathanson for the road... this one sticks in my teeth right now:
This time, I'll be sailing
No more bailing boats for me
I'll be out there on the sea
Just my confidence and me
And I'll be awful sometimes
Weakened to my knees
But I'll learn to get by
On little victories
This time, I'll have no fear
I'll be standing strong and tall
Turn my back towards them all
And I'll be awful sometimes
Weakened to my knees
I'll learn to get by
And I'll learn to get by
On the little victories
And if the world decides to catch up with me
It's a little victory.
So, New York news: I had my first "Probationary Review" at work, and it was stellar. They seem to really love me which is incredibly nice. It's nice to go to work every day and do something I know I'm good at. It's not like singing or theater where it's subjective, there's proof. My numbers are high and my customers like me. So -- that's real proof, right? Not to say by any means I don't love to sing and perform and love the wacky subjective nature of art, but it's nice to have a "day job" I can shine at.
My manager sent me with only a very select group to an event at Saks, and it was nice to be recognized so early on in the game. I'm not going to count my chickens though. I'm out here to make Lexie into a something. I'm this, half formed inkling of a person right now. Sounds so strange, I'm sure, but I just really feel like I'm on the verge of something. I know there are giant chunks of me that are figured out, but so much of it is like an impressionist painting I'm standing to close to. I know all the colors make shapes, but I'm not in a position to see what those shapes are just yet.
Danny and I talked again today, and he's (of course) going to see Dark Knight tonight. I was seriously thinking about going to the 3am show, but after the ridiculous day I had today, my body just won't cooperate. So, I'm on my way to bed once I get these rattling thoughts out of my head and into the ether. I'm sad not to see the movie at midnight on opening day, it's just the kind of movie that needs such an adventure. :) Danny will have to be my proxy for the night.
Oh Danny. How lucky I feel sometimes to have that friendship. It's such a perfect beautiful mess. Sometimes I feel as though I ought to be falling in love with him, sometimes I think I could someday love him, and sometimes I just don't think about him in terms of romantic love at all. The latter is never out of avoidance, but out of a lack of need. There's something so simple and pure about the way I feel about him. He's just a part of my life, and should be. However, there's seems to be such a draw to the idea of it blossoming someday into some kind of fairy-tale ending. So little of me believes in fairy-tale endings anymore, and so much of me knows that ruining this friendship that has proved to be my constant constant would break me. So, I find myself certain and entirely unsure about nothing and everything where he's concerned. I also know I'm lonely, and that I'm realizing that maybe I'm not the fiercely independent Samantha-Type I thought I was... perhaps an amalgam of that woman and a more down to earth, open hearted lover is where the chips will fall. I know I could be amazing to someone, but I don't think I could give without getting anymore. I've done it too much, and I'd rather be alone with my music and makeup and musings than chasing someone who's armor will never thin.
The truth of the matter is that Danny's 3000 miles away, and it won't be anything till it's something. So, I'm happy that it is whatever it is. I enjoy that we can muse about the future without toppling into it. I wish Anthony and I had found that balance. We talk sometimes, and though he's still in my fibers and under my skin, it's awkward. I want happiness and beauty for him, but talking to him just stings a little.
Central Park remains my sanctuary, and Brett introduced me to a new part of it this week, and it was magical. I find myself replenished when I leave that place, as though the time I spent was medication for the madness that has been living here. It's been a month and a half and every moment has been a joy, a wonder, or a lesson, with the occasional sad and nostalgic musings of home. I find myself feeling like this is my home, this place. I somehow am a part of things here, and I'm never entirely alone with the city breathing down my neck or singing me to sleep. There are possibilities around every corner and parties under tables and in trees. But, now that I have found a somewhere, it's a reminder that home is somewhere and someone(s). I don't say someone in only the traditional sense of love. I also realized that people are my home. There are little pieces of me that don't belong to me anymore, they live in Lisa and Erin and Danny, and my family. I'm making new friends, but I have to figure out what I have to give them. I certainly think there is a limit to what I can give, though I know I have not by any means begun to approach it. However, I know, too, that I cannot give what already belongs to another heart. I guess this is just my sappy and poetic way of saying how do I let people in without replacing anyone? There's a way... I just don't know it yet.
Right now, I am madly obsessed with Pandora radio, which I can get both on the internet and on a little app on my iphone. I have created a few stations, and the new music it plays for me based on what I like is extraordinary.
Well, after 17 hours of waking, 12 of which I spent without sitting down -- I'm collapsing as I type. So, I'm going to curl up in my humid summer in NYC bed and sleep through a night I should have been out being a nerd.
Goodnight moon.
A little Matt Nathanson for the road... this one sticks in my teeth right now:
This time, I'll be sailing
No more bailing boats for me
I'll be out there on the sea
Just my confidence and me
And I'll be awful sometimes
Weakened to my knees
But I'll learn to get by
On little victories
This time, I'll have no fear
I'll be standing strong and tall
Turn my back towards them all
And I'll be awful sometimes
Weakened to my knees
I'll learn to get by
And I'll learn to get by
On the little victories
And if the world decides to catch up with me
It's a little victory.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Details in the fabric....
Calm down.
Deep breaths.
Get yourself dressed instead of running around
And pulling on your threads and breaking yourself up.
If it's a broken part, replace it, .
If it's a broken arm, then brace it.
If it's a broken heart, then face it.
Everything will be fine.
I woke up in a really good mood today, but the last few days have not been as good. It's lonely. I miss girls night with the girls that finish my sentences. I miss red wine and inane arguments about the details of art with the boy who calms me down. I love the way New York feels, the buzz, the hustle, the way everything is alive all the time. I love that I've become incredibly close to someone I may never have seen again if it weren't for weird coincidences. Life here is a constant tug between the excitement of the new and the terrible hole inside of me left by those I left behind.
There's no way to fast forward to the time where I am truly settled. I have to accept that the friendships I built at home took time and if there are to be new friendships here -- which undoubtedly there are -- they too, will take time. Starting over is so much easier as an intangible concept than it is as an action. I have decided to start over, and that means finding a way to love the people I love, but to open my heart to new love. But, just like boiling water, you can't look for results. I'm learning with every day how many opportunities there are to meet and enjoy the company of new people. Their fresh perspective is just what I need in my life.
So, I'm open. But, while I'm waiting... I'm going to use this time to get to know me -- something I have needed to do for a long time. I have to spend the rest of my life with her, so I might as well give it a go. We might even get along.
I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out, I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothings going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to
Win some or
Learn some.
(This blog contained a lot of Jason Mraz lyrics, just fyi)
Deep breaths.
Get yourself dressed instead of running around
And pulling on your threads and breaking yourself up.
If it's a broken part, replace it, .
If it's a broken arm, then brace it.
If it's a broken heart, then face it.
Everything will be fine.
I woke up in a really good mood today, but the last few days have not been as good. It's lonely. I miss girls night with the girls that finish my sentences. I miss red wine and inane arguments about the details of art with the boy who calms me down. I love the way New York feels, the buzz, the hustle, the way everything is alive all the time. I love that I've become incredibly close to someone I may never have seen again if it weren't for weird coincidences. Life here is a constant tug between the excitement of the new and the terrible hole inside of me left by those I left behind.
There's no way to fast forward to the time where I am truly settled. I have to accept that the friendships I built at home took time and if there are to be new friendships here -- which undoubtedly there are -- they too, will take time. Starting over is so much easier as an intangible concept than it is as an action. I have decided to start over, and that means finding a way to love the people I love, but to open my heart to new love. But, just like boiling water, you can't look for results. I'm learning with every day how many opportunities there are to meet and enjoy the company of new people. Their fresh perspective is just what I need in my life.
So, I'm open. But, while I'm waiting... I'm going to use this time to get to know me -- something I have needed to do for a long time. I have to spend the rest of my life with her, so I might as well give it a go. We might even get along.
I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out, I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothings going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to
Win some or
Learn some.
(This blog contained a lot of Jason Mraz lyrics, just fyi)
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Fire Flies
I saw fire flies for the first time.
It made me feel like a little kid, they are quite an interesting little creature. The girls I was walking with were shocked that I'd never seen one before and shared stories about catching them as children. I'd seen that in movies, but it's different to hear people I know talk about having fire flies in jars. The only fire flies I'd ever seen were the tiny lights on top of wires in the first few moments of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride in Disneyland.
This time I saw them flying around a garden on a walk to to East River. Some girls that I work with and I walked across a bridge to a place called Ward Island where we sat on the bank of the river and looked at the city. It was amazing. There's so much let still to see, and I've already been so amazed so many times.
I saw my first show on Broadway; I saw "In The Heights". I was quite impressed. I didn't get to see the creator, Lin-Manuel, but he was the only one who's understudy was on. It's very much traditional musical theater with a new music feel. I loved it.
I've often said I was going to write a sitcom someday, and I had no idea what the premise would be. I think it's going to be about a girl in her 20's in New York who lives with a bunch of gay guys. :) Wonder where I got that idea.
That's enough for now. I have huge important things to do... like watch So You Think You Can Dance. :)
It made me feel like a little kid, they are quite an interesting little creature. The girls I was walking with were shocked that I'd never seen one before and shared stories about catching them as children. I'd seen that in movies, but it's different to hear people I know talk about having fire flies in jars. The only fire flies I'd ever seen were the tiny lights on top of wires in the first few moments of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride in Disneyland.
This time I saw them flying around a garden on a walk to to East River. Some girls that I work with and I walked across a bridge to a place called Ward Island where we sat on the bank of the river and looked at the city. It was amazing. There's so much let still to see, and I've already been so amazed so many times.
I saw my first show on Broadway; I saw "In The Heights". I was quite impressed. I didn't get to see the creator, Lin-Manuel, but he was the only one who's understudy was on. It's very much traditional musical theater with a new music feel. I loved it.
I've often said I was going to write a sitcom someday, and I had no idea what the premise would be. I think it's going to be about a girl in her 20's in New York who lives with a bunch of gay guys. :) Wonder where I got that idea.
That's enough for now. I have huge important things to do... like watch So You Think You Can Dance. :)
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