if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it

Hello from Norman Thomas high. One of my students showed up today - yay, hooray, ONE. Laaaaaaame. Thus, I am sitting here til 5 PM, typing, before I head out to BK for the first Allies readthrough.

I haven't put a title page on the thing yet. Oops.

So, in recent life there's been:

-hangtime with Cooch
-hangtime with Jon, Spunky & Sprightly (who need new blog names); Spunky is producing her own short film that Edward Allen Baker has written for her (BAD ASS!), and Sprightly is producing her own multimedia event in Vancouver to raise funding for a program called Operation Eyesight (they do eye surgery & treatment for people in third world countries)... altogether, these girls are kicking major butt in the world, and I am majorly impressed.
-meetings about America (the choreopoem)
-lots of Allies revising
-Thanksgivin' at The Commune, which was partially a Paper Planes screening as well.
-lots of Pole time at SHOCKra Studio
-the official mailing of RTC's 1023 form
-hangtime with Jive (where we discuss meditation and new plans)
-hangtime with Gold at the infamous Beauty Bar
-hangtime with Boss
-buckets of mind re-alignment and plans to hunt down representation...
-buckets of web design (blah)
-and lots of sewing sparkly things onto leotards, and spray-painting tights.

Alright. I'm gonna drink this here mini-carton of milk and haul out to Foxfire's place.

xoxo
M

when you cut the lights out, think of me

SCISSOR SISTERS.

Swank shows up at five thirty. I have a corset on, and my pajama shorts, and I'm running around whining that I have nothing to wear, even though my closet is like a costume shop. By 6:22, the lunar eclipse has occured without my watching, I'm doing Swank's eyeliner, and we have finished one bottle of champagne and half a bottle of Hypnosis, which looks like liquid Smurf.

We hop the train to MSG. I don't know how we make it into the venue, because all of New York is blurry to me. Swank tries to convince a clerk in Duane Reade to let us use the bathroom, but I say no...no...we're almost there...and whirl us around Pennsylvania Station to the Garden Theater entrance. We ticket, we escalate, and every ten seconds, I am sure that I'm going to lose him, so I become all catlike, and sharp within my fuzziness - I can spot a dirty blond in eyeliner from a mile away. We stand in line for more drinks - not my idea - pop a half a pill, and make friends with everyone around us. Mitch in a red hat. Jim, from Boston, who saw the Sisters at the Siren festival, like Swank and I had planned to do last summer.

We try to find seats. At one point, I am crawling along the floor, attempting to find our seat number. The people around me start mumbling to each other - "Did she fall?" Swank turns and picks me up.

"Did you fall?"
"I'm just trying to find our seats!"

This is folly, because even though I read the ticket four times, I can't figure out which number is our seat number. And it's dark, and I'm surrounded by grown-ups. Swank sits us down, someplace, the wrong place. We make more friends. HE makes friends, rather, and introduces me to them. He vanishes several times. People come by and say that I am sitting in their seats. By way of further crawling about, I find the real seats. Swank finds me. The Sisters come on with "Paul McCartney."

Throughout the night, they play "Laura," "Tits on the Radio," "She's My Man," "Kiss You Off," "Filthy/Gorgeous," (complete with monologue!) "I Can't Decide," "The Other Side," "Lights," some other stuff, and as encores, "Take Your Mama" and "I Don't Feel Like Dancin'." I'm in singalong heaven. I drunk dial Man, and probably a lot of other people.

Later, after convincing Swank that he is not a drunken idiot (although we probably both are), a slice of pizza, random Irish pub with random concert people, we finally cab to Jon's. Italiana is walking to get cigarettes, and cries out when she sees us. Inside is a room full of friends! Stormy, Daisy, Sessoms, Hugh, Spunky & Sprightly, Kiwi, Swedish Steel (what he was doing there, I'm not entirely sure...), a whole bunch of others...

It was grand.

I'm tired.

I have work I gotta do.