It’s been way to warm lately. 95 with 50% humidity two days ago. Yesterday was about as hot, but thankfully not as humid. But I bought an air conditioner! So my room is nice and cool! The cats sleep with me. Snippet has decided that my pillow is clearly her spot, and could I please move my head a little to the left? Pidgeon is not a lap cat and doesn’t like that much contact, so she sleeps next to the pillow. I’m a little worried, though, because Jill is staying over tonight, and then working in Jersey with my tomorrow, and she has to sleep in the living room. She doen’t have to. Either I could give up my bed, or we could kick a big enough spot on the floor and drag in the lliving room futon. We’ll see. It might not be as bad today.
Kelli, a friend of mine from my internship, has been in town the past few days. I hung out with her a good amount, which was fun. I’m not so good with keeping in touch, and not always the most sociable person, but I had a lot of fun. On sunday we met up in the evening to see Mike Daisy’s How the Theatre Failed America. It was really, really excellent. Geared, of course, more towards people who work in theatre, but not totally. There was a pretty interesting panel discussion afterwards. The main effect of the whole thing was that I felt really bad. I’ve been neglecting theatre, kind of. In the fall I took all these electrician jobs because they were easy, but then I started feeling like that was soul-crushing, because I was busting my ass for a show I knew nothing about. I need to feel connected to what I’m working on. I need to feel like my time and effort are going towards something, and it was hard to feel that way when I was as rushed as I was. The corporate gigs are okay, That’s just manual labor that pays well. Those were just a little soul-sucking, which is much less painful than the other. And then I got this drafting job. And it’s easy and convenient and I have plenty of money. There isn’t quite time now, but when I get back from Camp, I’m going to hardcore get back into assistant designing. I kind of want to say screw designing my own stuff for a while, I need to assist and get contacts and see how other people do things and work in real theatre for a while. We’ll see how that works out.
Then yesterday Kelli and I wandered around the west village, got gelato, wandered over to the east village, got sushi, wandered up to union square, and then down to the Staten Island Ferry, and met up with someone else I know from working at Berkeley Rep, and we rode the ferry. That was fun, getting to see New York from a different angle. Govenors Island is pretty cool, they should make it liveable again. I like the SF ferries better, I think, though. In my memory, they’re smaller, and you can stand closer to the water. But this one is free, and that is really hard to beat. We wandered down the street a bit, and saw a burger place that turned out to be fantastic. LIttle 4 oz burgers that were really good, fantastic fries, and root beer floats. And the three of us were fed for $22. It was about 9 or 9 30 then, and I was pretty tired. They wandered up to South Seaport, and I headed home.
Kelli’s moving here in October, and moving into an apartment that a mutual friend of ours has held onto, and sublets. When I moved out here, I wanted to live there, but the guy subletting wasn’t leaving till june, and I got there in december, and when june rolled around, I had forgotten. In fact, I forgot until Kelli mentioned it. SO now she gets to live on the upper west side (in a great, great spot, for 650 a month, 300 sq foot studio. Dang. So now, the plan is since she’s only planning on staying here a year or two (though you never know), I get the place after her. Woo! I’m excited about that. I like my apartment now, but eventually I want to live on my own and such. And this timing is pretty perfect.
This week/weekend I’m doing the dance recital in jersey. Easy stuff, easy work. Jill and I are loading it in tomorrow, and then I runt he show friday and saturday, and then tear down on monday. It pays me way too much for so little work. Granted, last year I was all responsible and came out multiple times to see rehearsals and such, far more than I needed to. This time I will have seen none, which is a little awkward, mainly for the big pieces that will have internal cues. Oh well. It will be nice to be doing something involving dance again, even on this scale. I hope the house lighting system hasn’t gotten worse. It was barely tolerable last year.
I need to get up and go to the drafting job that I’ve been ignoring.
Oh, also, random bummer, I only got 300 for my stimulus refund. Because apparently I got too much money back in general tax refunds. Laaame. But still, it’s 300 bucks I didn’t have before. But still. Laaame.