I always have such high hopes for blogs, all these plans about the things I'm going to share in them, but I'm such a space shot I can never do it. Last night I saw Candide, my last play, last night and then had champagne at the shop. Now I'm sorting through all my stuff and trying to remember life before the College Light Opera abducted me into its sphere of insanity. Listening to Sandra Bernhard, her cover of Kiss me Deadly moves me to tears. Farewell image of College light opera shop.

Workaday Attic

The show we're working on now is 42nd street, and I'm doing wardrobe, running the show, so it's my responsibility to pull most of the costumes, the ones we aren't making, from the attic. The attic is the most indescribable place. I've had anxiety dreams that have taken place in a similar setting. The Inn was built in 1902, so the attic is creaking, splintery, and dark. There are thousands of costumes, jammed together, hanging from rusting metal pipes suspended by chains from the rafters. Pipes run along the floor too, at a variety of heights perfect for tripping. Overflowing boxes of costume pieces line the floor. Nothing is organized. It's also the hottest place imaginable. And I spend hours up there every day.

The big gossip today was that all the girls found some townie boys and they all went to the beach together and flirted and hooked up. I ended up knowing the townie boys from high school, and the whole thing just made me sad for some reason. I miss my rock star girlfriend, so out there she could never be a townie.

Just starting out

I've tried to write in a blog before, on my old Livejournal, and it became increasingly hard to do as I got older. Now I want to give it another try, a creative outlet during post-college time. I thought I would start, as many people do, by posting a picture of my cat.