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May 28, 2002 Wow, where do I start. It has been a great mini-vacation to be sure. Back in March for my birthday, my best friend DJ, called me and said that he had my Birthday present but that it would involve some traveling, I asked where and was told Las Vegas, why I asked, because we have second row tickets, to whom I asked getting giddy by the minute, Britney Spears was the answer. At this point, thankfully I was alone in my car at the time, I screamed like a squad of cheerleaders. Even I didn't know I could make that noise. So then for two months I had to stew and the excitement ebbed and flowed but by the time the it was time to leave it I couldn't wait. I was so happy to be able to hang with my friend DJ as we always have a good time and invariably end up laughing until one of us can't breathe. DJ's boyfriend and I also get along very well, considering. (Just had to stick that in there David. LOL ) Anyway, so I packed and all and zoomed to the airport and got there early like I was told, zoomed through the ticketing an security and waiting for two and a half hours. I may have been a little early. So I did laps around the airport and drank lots and lots of coffee and finally boarded the plane bound for Denver, as there are no direct flights from DC to Las Vegas. Had a two hour lay over in Denver and finally made it to Las Vegas. Looking out the window at the desert and then seeing this city appear out of nowhere is amazing. It was really good to be back in the west too as the air was different, much less oppressive without the humidity, heat the disappeared when you walked into the shade, it was just so nice. If I weren't a fair skinned red head, are there really any other kind, I would go back west in a heartbeat. So I got my baggage while standing right next to a row of slot machines. Every where you went there were slot machines, in the gas station even! So I got in my cab and took it to the Mandalay Bay. Now the fucked up thing is that I the hotel is actually on the edge of the Airport but it still took me $12 to get there. It was insane. The hotel was beautiful on the outside and the inside. The trimming of this place was perfect. So I got to the hotel and met up with DJ and David and then looked around and gambled and drank and let the fun begin. Thursday night we basically stayed in the hotel and gambled and drank and had a blast. As expected there were tons of people in the hotel and the strange phenomenon was all the boys. Ok that's not all that odd but they were all straight and build like brick shithouses and they all seemed to be dressing very ...gay. That's not describing it very well but there is a seeming way that gay men dress and straight men dress and kind of like when the gay guys took over the frat look these guys seemed to be taking over the gay club look. Maybe I just don't hangout with drunk, loud, obnoxious straight guys anymore to have seen this coming. But my god they were loud and stupid, yelling things for no reason and thinking that everything was a frat party. I want to banish them far away and bring in other hot guys with class and decorum. Friday we left the hotel and went scouting other casinos. We looked at Luxor, Excalibur, Monte Carlo, Paris, Aladdin, New York and others. The most intriguing thing about all these places was their exterior. Once inside everything was the same as all the other casinos. The one that really stood out was New York New York. This casino seemed to be as busy as the real New York. The place was packed with so many things to do. They had the usual game floor but also had this huge video game area, a roller coaster and tons of shops. This seemed like a very cool place to stay and was going more for fun then it was for class and style which made it unique as all the other places were going for snootiness. And they had an actual Cigar/Cigarette girl walking around. Points for coolness. And the coaster was very nice too. Friday night: Britney. We got back from looking around and found out that DJ's meet and greet with Britney was cancelled. He was heart broken and I was for him. He was really looking forward to it. But nevertheless we still went to the show and had a really good time. The crowd was very interesting. There were people there that I would never had guessed would have been there. Biker looking guys and straight frat guys and lots of girls trying to emulate the Britney look. There was also this group of like 50+ folks in suits and dresses that were there. They had no kids around them so I think they were there to actually see the show. That was cool. So we checked out seats and they were awesome. Second row! Second fucking row! When the sow began she was no more than 10 feet away from us, singing and dancing and looking so good. It was also the first show that I had been too with choreography and pyrotechnics and the works. It was sweet. All the dancing and set and effects were great. At one point, cause DJ and I were the only ones dancing and being crazy, she looked over and smiled at us. Made my day. She looked awesome too, ever than up close you don't really expect 'stars' to look that good and she did. After the show we gambled a bit and drank a bit and then just headed to bed. Saturday DJ and David went to the pool and spa and I went out to look at the city more. I don't tan so the beach is no place for me. So I walked around and took pictures of MGM Grand, Paris, got to watch the fountains at Bellagio, took the tram from Bellagio to Monte Carlo and looked around. All in all it was a fun day. I'll put pictures up soon. Then we ate, watched tv and then began out excursion to find a gay bar. We walked like 2 1/2 miles to this place called IKON which turned out to be much like any other in the world, nothing special. If we had time we would have hit some of the other dance clubs but we didn't so that will be next time. LOL. Sunday was time to get on the plane. We hit McDonalds for breakfast and then I grabbed a taxi to the airport, got through ticketing and security way too early and had like an hour and a half to wait. Same in Denver I had two hours to kill but I was beginning to get a cold then. By Denver it stated and when I got back in BWI I was a huge ball of snot. Not Fun. But the trip over all was a blast. DJ was such a sweetie to arrange everything and get the tickets and all. I had the best time. May 22, 2002 Okay, after the past few days I have come to the realization that Star Wars is a really good movie. I need to see it again. If I only had the money. Damn damn debt. So many thing could be done had things not been done that are preventing me from doing things that should be done. Damn. Oh well. Chapter 7, here I come. May 17, 2002 So I really, really, really need sleep. I know this was going to be a hard week what with Star Wars opening and all and the midnight shows and I was right, I am pooped. Though I feel I have achieved a new kind of exhaustion. I'm tired yet I still have energy and I woke before my alarm today after not getting into bed until about 2:30 again. Maybe my body is getting used to staying up late since I hardly go to bed before 1:00 am anyway. But I digress. What I'm digressing into I don't know...how about Star Wars. Again, since I saw it a second time, I realized that I love this movie. It's certainly not going to win any awards for acting, but having the chance to actually watchthe film without the "gee Wiz" factor of seeing new stuff on screen was kinda cool. May 16, 2002 Sorry about yesterdays entry, you get pissed at work, think too much and all hell breaks loose. But on to happier things. Like STAR WARS. Okay this movie is so good that I'm still cleaning the jizz outta my pants. Wow. Yes there are problems, mostly with dialogue and Lucas trying to cram so much into one movie. I would have been happier if it had focused more on the downfall on Anakin, but there was a lot of that in this movie and it was very subtle, and not so subtle. I'm waiting until I see it again tonight to make up my mind fully. But I was clearing and clapping and yelling, as was the rest of the theatre. So when it was over, at 2:40 in the morning, everyone was jazzed. This is so much better than the last one. And the ending is SO good. So freaking good!!!!! If people actually read this let me know what you think of the movie. Click here to email me. May 15, 2002 A fable: One day the letter B woke up. He looked around and realized instantly that he didn't like his surroundings. He stood there, in line with the 25 others, but wasn't thrilled about being number 2. Sure he was in front of the others but it didn't take him long to realize that in the grand scheme of things he was never was people really wanted, but dealt with when they got it. He heard the people clamoring for an A, it was always the first choice, and B got really annoyed when he heard someone says "A Number 1." Not only that but the A seemed to look stronger, sturdier, more ..attractive. B suddenly felt squat and bloated. He looked to the Greeks but alas he was still number 2. One day, as he tried to make a sentence without the letter A, he he heard clamoring over in the corner. He looked and saw A standing with E, I, O, and U. B wondered where Y was since she hung out with them once in a while too. But they looked to be pointed at B. This made him very uncomfortable and he lost concentration on what he was doing and wanted to leave but didn't want the others thinking that they drove him away. Finally B found a way to make a graceful exit. If B had stayed he would have seen that R was trying to roller blade off in the distance and that the Vowels (as they liked to be called, they even had really cool jackets) weren't laughing at B at all. Instead B tried to find a place to sit and think and forget about the Vowels laughing at him. He managed to distract himself but he never forgot the laughing. But then it spread and other places that B went and he was sure that people were laughing at him too, pointing at him and saying that he was ugly. Then after a while it was hard for B to think about much at all. He was paranoid about everything that dealt with himself. He hated the way he walked, talked, handled himself around others. He compared himself to other A's that he saw and it made him depressed even more that he was not like them, getting the attention that they were, and getting the opportunities they were. He tried to listen to people when they said that he was dynamic and handsome and intelligent but somehow it never sunk in. He tried. He really wanted to be able to hold his head up but somehow never managed to keep it there for long. (more later) May 13, 2002 Well, it's all over now, the end has come. Sigh. Romeo and Juliet closed this weekend after what I think can be called a successful run. And a stressful run. All this past weekend we were in a new theatre, well new to us, and it felt really good. We had really responsive crowds and fairly large ones too. But now it's over and yesterday's matinee was really sad. The end of the play is me talking about my dead best friend and tears aren't necessary but at least four scenes before the play was over I was crying. I'm a sap. And I'm going to miss the people, new ones to the troupe and old friends, who made it so much fun. God I sound so maudlin. Well, it was a great experience and I look forward to the next. Whatever that might be. And now I am trying to figure out how to burn fucking DVD's on my computer without killing my bank account. I don't think it's possible but I want to get the cast DVD's of the show and the price of getting them made is only slightly less then getting the hardware for myself but I need to know what to get. I am getting to annoyed with the net cause I can't find just a simple FAQ or datasheet saying: get this, hook this here and do this. Everything is an ad for something. I'm just annoyed and tired. Today is also the official attempt to go vegetarian cause I want to find out what is making my insides go nuts so I'm going to go to the lowest thing on the food chain and get better. But also since I don't eat dairy, I'm going from carnivore to pretty much a vegan in a day. Ouch. This may or may not work. If anyone has any help of how to eat like a vegan, let me know. May 7, 2002 Arg. Ya know it gets annoying when people are constantly asking if I am alright. Not that I want people to stop but just cause I stare off into space or choose to be alone a lot doesn't mean that I am in need of help or upset at anyone. Sure people annoy the living shit out of me and I really do need drugs to strighten me out but I don't like the idea of being water cooler fodder among people I know. Sure among friends it would appreciative but among lesser mortals it just gets annoying cause they won't wake the time to try and get to know me before making judgements about my saniety. But what do I know. I feel the whole world is plotting against me and laughing at me. "Excuse me sir, which was is it to Prozac Nation?" May 6, 2002 Wow, what a weekend. Friday was the understudy rehearsal and it went. I woke up really early on Saturday and rolled out of bed to go see Spiderman. There is nothing like having a movie theatre a mile from your house. There is no close supermarket but oh well. It was a fantastic movie and I'm working on a Lame Ass Review now. Then I vegged out and got some time to relax before heading up to try and get some head shots done with my friends Mike but we missed eachother so I drove to White Flint mall to go to Borders and look around. I picked up Neil Gaimans American Gods which is in paper back, I have reading hardback books, and a CD by a band caled Quarashi. Very good band from Iceland. On the single they have out they sound like everything other Linkin Park rip but they whole CD is good. Nice beats, speed and panic. Then it was off to the play. Saturday was probably the best show so far. Everyone was on. Even though there were a few dropped lines and stuff, people seemed to be in the moment and in the groove. Then after the show the hell began. We had to break down the set, truck parts off to the new space and set it up there. Arg. We got everything that we were going to take out by 11:30 and over to the new place by about 12:00 but then things got hectic. Once in the new space we were told that we couldn't touch the previous troupes set unless someone were there to watch. Very odd rules. So some of us got upset, not me, and we didn't touch their stuff but we built our balcony and did things with our stuff and left around 1:30am to come back the next day. Which we did. I got there around 1:00pm Sunday cause I took the wrong way on the Belyway cause I wasn't awake and when I got there the previous cast was there feasting and we were getting ready to get in deep. There was one totally hot guy in the other cast, named Shannon I think which is a cool name for a guy, and I couldn't guess his team affiliation. Dammit. So then we got into the heavy stuff getting our set up. I took a painful trip to Home Depot that resulted with paint all over my passenger seat and phone and making a huge fucking mess. The guy didn't put the lid on the paint all that way. I could kill him. Then after that was clean we repainted the set, stage, floor, and all that stuff, set up the new blocking and finally left around 8 to head home. All in all a busy weekend but now we are ready to begin getting set up for the next weekend. Nice. May 3, 2002 Three entries in three days! Wow, you know that I need a break from work, which is so busy it's killing me, and the play in order to write so much. But now I'd like to bring things down a bit, to a funky level. I was sitting at a friends house last night chatting and having a good time when I sunk into an introspective moment briefly and thought about life. The only thing that struck me at the moment were the words "The Watcher." Nothing so odd about that since Buffy kicks ass and all that but as quickly as it came, it went though I knew it would return. Anyway, so then more friends came over and we had dinner and talked and eventually some us headed down to the club. It was there, as I walked around, music pounding in my ears, beauties walking the floor that I began to think again. This may sound cheesy, which even I feelk it is, but somehow kinda true. In some regard I am a watcher for my friends. Never the one really in the fray but always on the outskirts to make sure that everyone is okay, reassuring them that all is going to be fine. But I am always the watcher and never the doer. If find this odd but not really in a disturbing way. Now I love my friends more than anything (except for a MLT - mutton lettuce and tomato sandwhich where the mutton is nice and lean...) and I will do anything for them and really don't want to change the situation I have, which means that I have issues (thank you for stating the obvious) but ... I dunno, there is so much more I can't put here that would help me explain. Yada. In happier news, Spiderman opens today, hopefully I can see it soon. Star Wars, which has been rave reviews from everyone who has seen it early, the bastards!!. More later, green warrior needs food badly. May 2, 2002 Wow, I hate the world. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and it's not getting any better. My coworkers are all turds, people are driving like assholes, counter people are rude (though the little Spanish girl at McDonalds where I got my coffee today had such a bright smile, i think her three metal teeth might have helped but she's always so nice), computers suck, men suck even more (no, not in the good way), getting old bites, hair falling out is the king pisser... I just think I need to go outside and stomp on some flowers and make myself feel better. Fuck it all. God and I have no hard music today at the office either, all soundtrack shit and Enya bullcrap. A day without Metallica is a day not worth living. Or something like that. I hate today. Hate it hate it hate it. I'd explain more about why but I think I'm going to write in my other journal for that but it involves love, lust and hate. Discuss. Oh yeah, the review came out today, here it is:
Overall a very good review. I wish my actors would have gotten more recognition cause they are the play. I love 'em all. May 1, 2002 Ahh, the first of May. Someone said that today was Beltane, which would explain my desire to jump practically everyone I see. Not everyone, obviously, cause that would be sick as there are a bunch of people who I wouldn't get near even if I were in a HAZMAT suit. Regardless, the thing that has been getting to me is that fact that I want to physically experience people. Now, that doesn't mean in the way that most people think of it, but more like I want to run my fingers through someone's hair, trace the outline of their face, the roughness of their hand and the run over the rest of their body. Its getting quite distracting this feeling. Always happens, this feeling does, around spring, duh, as most people are in less clothes and running around getting fit. Getting fit, something that I need to do and that theatre has been preventing me from doing, dammit. But Romeo and Juliet is going well. Last night, Tuesday, we had cut-up rehearsal which is when everyone gets silly and goofs off. I think people had a really good time I have put some photos on the right. Man they are embarrassing and there were lots of things that didn't get photographed. Thank god. Day off tomorrow and the review should come out. Oh boy.
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