photo of me in my 1st scene costume:
Whew, made it through that alive. I mean, I knew I would, but still. 363 more days till the next one, which I am sure will be better than this one. I’m just going to say that right now, I’m sure of it. Just putting it out there, so that fate and destiny and all of that has time to line things up to ensure the happiness quotient for my VD 2006. A big box of fine chocolates, a plethora of roses, and lots and lots of deep love, that’s all I ask for. Thank you. The chocolates and roses are optional.
Today I’ve had an overabundance of emotions. Pretty much all the emotions a person could have, I’ve experienced. Compactly, all in one day. No need to spread them out over any length of time, just get them over with on Tuesday. I feel that tomorrow I’ll be filled with equanimity, just because I used up all the emotions today.
Right now, though, I’m feeling pretty mellow. What a beautiful, glorious day it was – 60°, I believe, and sunny. I ran around Washington Park, not once but twice. Four and a half miles, said Jim. Wowie. I’m mellow because I’m pretty sure I’ll sleep well tonight. Lots of hills in Washington park. There weren’t too many people there, because I ran at about 1:30 in the afternoon, and most people were busy working. I did encounter people walking their very nice doggies, which sort of made me want a dog of my own. But on the other hand, a dog seems like a whole lot of responsibility, which I’m generally opposed to, plus I don’t want to have to pick up a dog’s poop.
Tonight I went to the relatively new Thai restaurant, the Banana Leaf, and it was OK. Nothing to write home about. I suddenly, desperately, wanted to go to the Gateway of India, but it’s closed on Tuesdays. I don’t know when I’m going to have the opportunity to go there. It’s not so good for you; I’m pretty sure most things are cooked in a large amount of butter, but it’s delicious.
I also really, really want to go to this Indian restaurant in New York city. It’s called Dawat, it’s on the upper east side, and it’s owned by Madhur Jaffey. Jaffrey? She wrote the Indian cookbooks that I use, and the restaurant is divine. I was only there once, with Christine and her old boyfriend Hunter (see yesterday’s reference about being jaded). Christine and Hunter fought through most of the meal, as I recall, but I didn’t care in the slightest. I was in heaven, eating the marvelous food. I wish I had a trip to New York planned for the near future. Eventually, I’ll get back there. Maybe when the weather is warmer.
Here’s something funny about my friend Gil, who went to India one time. He’s a grade school principal, and I think it was some kind of principal program or something. He hates Indian food, and he said the food was horrible there, way too hot and bad. I think it would be exciting to go to India and have the real McCoy, but he felt differently. He said he went to the Gateway of India a while back, even though he’d hated it before. And he hated it again. I asked him why he’d gone back if he hated it the first time, and he said, “I thought maybe it would have changed.”
That made me laugh pretty hard. Gil isn’t a very adventurous eater, but that’s the only bad quality I’ve found in him. And it’s not really so much a bad quality, it’s more an idiosyncrasy. He’s certainly a great ballet teacher. Taught me everything I know.
One more weekend of the play. I’ll miss it. I’m thinking about auditioning for another one. And when am I going to start working on “Gracetalk 3?” And I’ve decided I want to write a play. Busy busy busy. I must sleep now, so I’ll be well-rested for the many upcoming activities.
Ok then,
grace