It's my birthday!

Birthdays are fun. Eventhough there is some danger of the end of my evening resembling some aspects of the tv show Arrested Development b/c my mom is taking me somewhere where I think she likes the martinis (I am smiling about this, laughing, not bitching...) it is still my birthday and therefore it should still rock, as I rock, especially on my birthday.

True story: MyfriendHol likes parties. In the summer, she also likes the beer garden. So approx 3 times I meet this new friend of hers CrazyE - a young woman - 25yo? - very pale - that's her half Norweigan - it's hard to see her half Cuban - her mom's Cuban. She is, like MyfriendHol, in an MFA program at Adelphi. That is how they know eachtoher. I met her twice at parties at MyfriendHol's house and once at the beer garden. She seemed cool enough - interesting looks, an interest in cheapy accessories paired with black&white fashion...

So on the first 3 initial occasions that I met her she pretty much talked with only a few pauses or changes about this bf she had in Norway -- and their families knew eachother which was so magical and they all had the same birthdays - in a mixed up way - also, she thought, very magical. The third time she told me about all this I was drunk at one of MyfriendHol's house parties - feeling pretty honest - and also compassionate- and I told CrazyE something like "I don't know what will happen. But the times I've felt that way - like maybe our birthdays have significnace and stuff -I've usually felt later like it was a symptom of something that was wrong - or even missing. I mean he's in Norway?" To CrazyE's credit.... she didn't get angry at me, and I think some people would -- but everyone was pretty drunk and up for the honesty.

So two days later this bf in Norway breaks up with her and she calls me and thinks I am like prescient. Also she thinks I'll be a good listenener, I think, to her obsessive spiral - which I am actually - I get that - almost everyone is obsessive when someone has just really hurt them. Kind of usually an older friend's job to listen to, but she's kind of isolated poor thing. I bring her out to a friend's low key birthday party and they're all pretty brilliant people and they find her annoying but whatever -- they're used to me doing weird thing like bringing traumatized annoying people to their birthdays.

flash forward to the-day-before-my-birthday, yesterday. :) (In the meantime I've hung out with her two more times - over the course of about a year: The first was kind of strange but she was trying to get laid- sure, fine- the second was a good time at a bar where I observed that she's clearly made friends, good, doesn't need me anymore. Throughout the year she stalks my facebook - you know, that's allowed - it's facebook -- and lastly later in the year she seriously freaked out on MyfriendHol in an insane way.)

The stunning conclusion: At 4 am yesterday (not this morning - 4 am yesterday morning- I was awake because I had been scared nearly to death by True blood earlier in the evening.) I go check my email and I have a new post on my facebook wall. It is from CrazyE and I swear to God it reads something like: "hey girl - It's fo sho yo birfday! Wuz happening cuz it's fo sho been a minnit!" or was it more like "Hey girl happy birfday fo sho - we have to party 'cuz I fo sho haven't seen yo fo a minnit" It is 4 am. I don't have time to think about it. My gut reaction is that I am horrified and I delete it.

What a weird girl!!!!!!!!!!! I have told you about basically all of our interaction-we have never sat around speaking sort of minstrel-era ebonics to eachother. I think that would be pretty racist if we did--- but facebook is crazy, bitches, don't forget your girl told you get that dirt off your shoulders!

love
Alexis

laws of attraction

I am avoiding working on my play. It is shameful. But I will work on it tomorrow. I really will. I'll make coffee when I wake up early -- early enough to easily get dressed, drink coffee, watch some New York 1, and leave the house - read over what I've got on the train - and be ready to sit down and make some progress on it as soon as I sit down for tomorrow's great trudge of nothing at all to do at work.

I am very grateful for my job - loosely termed, of course, given the current economy.

So I'll entertain you with tales of dating being the usual grotesque sideshow! I must cancel eharmony. I've got two eharmoniers on the dating calendar now who need to get off the calendar because I'm not attracted to them. The first is nice enough (but what I'm really saying is not enough) but he does a terrible thing of inching closer to me or inching his hands toward mine like he's going to get physical contact secretly. That's all you need to know there. Sigh.

The other is a nice enough guy, but not hot (oh neither is the other), and I try not to eliminate on not hot alone, in case this is a brilliant wonderful becomes hot because of inner hotness person. However there is not hot working against him already. Working for him was the fact I had an allergic reaction to a pine nut on our date and he went to the hospital with me. But the second date revealed that a love connection shall not be.

I'm a little bored of this for writing about it...

oh blah - the people have needs- here - he said he could dance but couldn't actually dance. That's hard to get past.

It was so funny though -- after I was wonderful (read: drunk) enough to gracefully deal with the dancing situation, he said he might have a joint. I knew that meant he didn't -- you know when you have ajoint back home. So, you know: "well, do you have red wine?" "I have scotch" "Okay - sure - let's go have some scotch"

Half hour long conversation with his godfather who actually owns the mess of an apartment (there was an electrical fire there recently) later, God, I just want to pass out - where can I do that? "I have a trundle bed" "Oh great, that works" "But you can't actually use it becasue it's just a mattress box on it" Oh. I pass out in my jeans and fancy gold lace shirt on my back like a plank of wood on top of the blanket and somehow don't move an inch the entire night and just sleep through the awkwardest thing ever - good job Alexis!

So - not being a molester is not quite enough for me to like you. Damn these standards! :)

ANYWAY - I'm not complaining - just updating to avoid working on my play and to try to make the office day end. Who are these people meeting like guys with careers and without trundle beds on the internet?

Do I sound like a bitch though?

Hmmm... anyway, things are pretty good. Better when I actually do some writig tomorrow.

love
Alexis

pretty much one of my favorite things in the history of recorded image and sound

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jv6mEv_rDdE

Re: President Barack Obama

Really can't say when I'll stop feeling absolutely elated about this. Celebrated with M & Z and champagne as it played out Tuesday night --- can't get enough of the New York Times since then --- I wouldn't beleive it til I saw it.

I do hope that he is somehow permanently encased in bullet proof glass. We need him so badly - I don't want an evil maniac to rob us of how much potential there is to fix so many things.

It's amazing. I've been a sucker for him since the beginning because the generalities - hope and change - are good enough for me - they just seemed too good to be true. Who else was willing enough to really attach themselves to Hope - not cynicism. I, for one, wasn't willing til I saw it on Tuesday... I was so scared - it seemed to me that if McCain won, then as a country the USA really would be now no better than Nazi -- basically willing to go in for fear and intimidation as our primary motivators. I was so scared of that, I wasn't going to be too hopeful. Also, it turns out, I didn't know what in the hell Montana was. :) Obama is brilliant - he's once in a lifetime - I am so happy, SO happy that it turns out that with hope and tireless striving, the USA can elect the brilliant person who will affect change. Yes we can yes we can yes we can. (I wasn't sure - so there's a change already.)

I really do wonder how long I'm going to be walking around feeling like this - the rest of my life? (most likely not, right?) I got home last night and turned on the tv to weep with joy a little more. It's so bizarre.

love
Alexis

I love life

Today the landlord came by and took out my air conditioner. He took off his leather jacket so it wouldn't get scratched while he put thing in the hall closet. He has the thickest cartoon pizza-man Italian accent. He put the jacket on me "You weara thisa - but a be careful! there a gun-uh inuh there-a!" It was a joke, but I love life. :)

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Ahhh I'm getting drunk. I feel like a pump up the volume kind of post. :) Anyway myfriendh & G just left - the world series was put off to tomorrow. That's too bad because we would have liked going crazy together for the big enormous Phillies win but there was a (precedented? un-precendented? Fox never said...) rain-out and the game will be continued tomorrow to find out if we're going to Tampa. :) I will be at a ridiculous acting class during the game tomorrow, where I have to walk around a fancy imaginary room saying what's in it. hahaha. hahahahaha.

So anyway internet, I fixed up my kitchen and have had a cold that I think I'll just have for the rest of my life. The show I'm producing impresses me more and more lately eventhough the money situation there isn't where it should be. Boo. But as I, well, said to myfh and G tonight - who even goes to Off Off Broadway Theater? I really don't, and I'm in the interested camp.

XOXO - I'm feeling pretty good and it's not half because of my red wood kitchen island and unbelievable slipcovers,
A

oh hi

I've meant to erase that sept 11 post forever because it's pointless and weird but whatever. I have been seeing the city in a pretty post september 11 way. It's annoying how in the elections afterward the people didn't love new york. that's all. They should have been like - what does new york want -- that's what we'll want --- after all they crashed planes into their buildings - what those people want is worth listening to. Instead greed and bullshit. I'm so glad i'm not at work! That would be bad with my anger. luckily I'm not there!


Feminist corner: I ALWAYS FORGET THIS and maybe typing it, I'll remember - um, in terms of yeast infections, which I'm heretofore going to call "chrysanthemums" so you don't need to think about the operative word while you read this - they're rare but awful and I always forget that the topical cream doesn't really help anything, unless you've already used the larger treatment and actually increases discomfort significantly. I had to leave acting class yesterday because I was going to have a chrysanthemum inspired panic attack.

It was just a long day and I was hauling my laptop around for a lot of it - i was kicked out of the marriott residence hotel which was WRONG... enh... more later.. I've got to tell you about acting too. I'm the oldest! And I already know how to act! So i better work on my play like I said this was all about. :) :) :)

le stress even during le sabattical. Blame les chrysanthemes.