Cold In Herre
November 1st, 2002I was all kinds of sad about Halloween this year b/c I’m stuck in the city. I got to spend the last 2 Oct.31st’s breaking it down in New Orleans. New Orleans is full of sin and death and really good food, so it’s pretty much the craziest time you can imagine. Anne Rice throws this big Goth Gala each year and although I’m not really one for the whole “Yayy,Death!” scene, it’s still alot of fun. So anyway, this year I went to this Halloween House Party and just had so much fun. My pal Miss K is pretty much the queen of The Struggling NYC Actors Society and knew the ppl hosting this party, she invited me to come along. I have been feeling pretty adventurous lately and I didn’t want to spend the whole night sitting in my room watching “Friends” on MUTE to avoid the damn trick-or-treaters. So I shut off the TV, reprised my Slutty Batboy gear, and ventured out to w.153rd Street. The apartment was huge and amazing, just the simple decor of their apt. in general was damn impressive. The bathroom had a porn theme, XXX porn was actually stapled all over the walls, top to bottom (no pun intended), which was sort of fabulous and also kind of dirty… like, I wanted to go take a bath after I walked in. But whatever. The party was great, everyone was so nice! I even ran into this very cool girl who I went to college with but was never real friends with. She and I exchanged numbers actually, so maybe we’ll hangout or makeout sometime. Hee. I have to say, I know all I did was go to a party? but it is so nice to get out of your head and out of your house and out of your everyday routine and go meet new people. It feels like my life is so small sometimes.
Powder was on HBO again today and of course I watched the whole thing just absolutely entranced. I get way too into the story, it’s a bit much. That final scene where he’s running through the fields into the lightning storm and all the energy starts flashing through him? I pretty much become a great big crying vagina every single time I see it. This movie makes me fucking hate small-ass towns and small town ppl and their small-ass minds. Why couldn’t the townspeople just let him be?! He wasn’t hurting anyone, all he wanted was to go back home! (BTW, I’m aware of the fact that I actually used the phrase “let him be” and I? am very, very sorry). They shot this movie in Houston, right near my old high school actually. I remember hearing about it b/c they used actors from town in some of the supporting roles. Sean Patrick Flannery was actually the son of a director I worked for in a really bad community theater production of Babes in Toyland. He came to a few of our rehearsals to watch and silently judge us all. Hell, it was a community theater inside of a mall — I’d judge us too.
It’s getting cold again. Like, so chilly that I have to wear hats that mess my hair all up. Think we might have snow this winter. Whoo-hoo! 
It’s getting cold in here, so put on all your clothes….
Work is going extremely well. I am getting the hang of all this stuff, learning as I go along. The other day I made big no-no and absent-mindedly checked some Japenese tourists in @ a discount rate w/o getting the proper voucher. A “memo” from the Accounting Department popped up on the computer screen @ me the next day and pretty much struck the fear of the Lord into me. Luckilly, momma didn’t raise a total fool. I thought quickly, contacted the business center that these Japanese ppl were from and had their assistants fax us the vouchers right away, then I called Accounting and threw myself @ their mercy. It was all good, even helpful in a way. I’m hesitant to really “go there” but I think I will… I was terrified that my co-workers might be these awful little bitches and that we would not get along. But, as I’ve gushed before, they’re all great and so generous with their advice and tips… almost to a point where I’m sort of starting to get a little annoyed with everybody’s help. I fully appreciate the Big Big Love from my co-workers, don’t get me wrong, but it’s beginning to bug me a little bit b/c I can’t pause for one second with a hotel guest before a co-worker thinks I’m stuck or lost or confused on procedure and they jump right in and steal my thunder. I’m almost wanting to get a little huffy about it, but I’m not going to. I’m sure it’s all out of a genuine desire to help me out (and not just a viscious little thrust into my spotlight), so I’ll just shut up about it. They’re only trying to help me, they’re only tring to help me, they’re only trying to help me…
