|
December 18, 2001 Well, the wrist is healing slowly but I am still very much annoyed and it still hurts on occasion. Dammit. And if I have to tell the story one more time... But I am getting a good amount of sympathy which is very cool. Not as cool as being able to shower with both hands and all that... So why aren't I in the Christmas, Holiday, post Chanukah (sp), Kwanzaa spirit yet? I'm trying really hard. They have this station that has been playing "holiday" music for 24 hours a day since the 1st of December and I listen once in a while but nothing sinks in. I guess it's cause I'm so busy with other stuff that I don't have the time to sit and relax and laugh at all the idiots at the mall. Cause I do love to do that. But maybe once this week is over and I can relax with my week off of work I'll have time to prepare for the holidays. We'll see. Right now I feel like I'm so out of the mood that I make Scrooge look like a pussy. And on that note... December 11, 2001 Well, its been three months today that the World Trade Center and Pentagon were hit and Flight 93 crashed into the Pennsylvania woods. My only hope is that we never forget any of that. When all my friends and I went to New York we talked about how people in the US were getting all weepy that there were misplaced kids and stuff in Afghanistan. We are in war and there will be collateral damage, that's part of the whole thing. Do we really need to start every morning with all the shots of the thousands of people who died on the 11th? Anyway, on a stupider note, on Friday I was rehearsing for my part in Ellipsis and there is a scene at the start of the play where I am supposed to get angry and run across stage and sit in my chair. Apparently my ass pushed the chair out of the way and I fell on my wrists and ass. Instantly I noticed my wrists hurting a lot but I shrugged it off. During the next half hour the pain got worse and worse and I knew something was wrong. Eventually that wave of pain nausea hit, where you sweat and want to puke cause you hurt so bad. So I was eventually taken to the hospital where they did X-rays and indeed I fractured my wrist. I am so annoyed!! And the pain is unbearable! I have to go tomorrow and get my real cast. Oh joy. More later December 03, 2001 Wow, it's December and the holidays are rapidly approaching and it's getting to be the season of joy and money spending. It just doesn't feel like it yet to me. Maybe in a little while I'll get into the swing of it all. But regardless this past weekend was a blast. A bunch of us in our play troupe had made plans awhile ago to take a trip to New York to see The Rocky Horror Show on Broadway. Someone said that the way was always going to be a limited run thing, which is a shame cause the show was so good. The guest stars in the show were Sebastian Bach, yes the same guy who was the lead man in Skid Row, played Riff-Raff and Jerry Springer was the narrator. Both of them did a really good job. Bach was especially good as Riff-Raff and most of hid movements still had the old rack star tinge to them. And his looks have kept up. And his tongue! At one point he is licking Daphne Ruben-Vega's ass, (she's gotten hotter since I saw her in Rent) and his tongue is soo long. I think the entire audience was amazed. But the show was hysterical and I hate to see it go. There were six of us who went up and my friend Dave and I drove up in my car and stayed with a friend of his in the East Village. I wish we had stayed there longer but that wasn't possible. But I also got to see my best friend DJ and I got to meet his boyfriend, David. David is very nice and I can see why the two of them are perfect together. We all hung out at bar called Phoenix on E 13th and Ave A and drank (a lot) before heading to the show. Hopefully I can get up there for the New Year. Then on Sunday we all met up again and went to Ground Zero. Going there was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. I took lots of pictures which I'll put up on the same page as the Pentagon ones. It was just so eerie walking around there and seeing it all. No one was talking and there was still so much sadness. But I had to go and I've very glad that I did, hard as it was. |