Friday, August 31, 2007

praise be

...laundry's done...
...trash is out...'s been called...
..."out of office" messages posted...
...bags are packed...'s time to go. See ya next week.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007


..almost there...

Sunday, August 26, 2007


Weekend List, OSW-style...

* I developed a totally unpredictable crush on a totally interesting looking guy who has that east-villagey-geek style working for him despite the fact that he's from Nashville. I asked him what he does, and he said, "Well, I bake and work on projects and read a lot. I'm one of those people who just craves information; I'm always reading. I travel and do stuff and cook. Oh...and I can knit, too." What? And he even remembered me from, like...6 years ago, a single meeting, in a place I've been twice in my life. Well.

* I made an open confession to someone I've had a crush on for some time. I said something like, "I just hafta say...and this ain't the liquor talkin' (gesture to empty glass) are the only man I've ever met who gets more handsome every time I see him." I ain't lyin'. He blushed and smiled and blah blah blah. Then, he turned to me and said,

"Tell me something: what's gotten in the way of us getting together?"

I was beside myself for a split second, and I must admit that I'm proud of the composure I was able to muster. I looked right at his perfect, gorgeous face and said, "Because you still have a lot of growing up to do." He laughed sheepishly in agreement...I think.

* Watched "High School Musical: 2" with a friend, in an effort to create some cherished memories before he moves to another city. Honestly, the movie was pretty much, like, the Best Movie I've Ever Seen..totally.

* Had a wondrous "Ladies Who Lunch" dinner with the OSW, at Wisteria. I gotta get that place back on my radar. The green tomato gazpacho with feta was quite remarkable, as was my salmon over lettuce, onions, and cucumbers. The OSW and I began to toss around some ideas for our next show, which is always fun. Endured the ridiculously loud cell phone chatter of two girls sitting next to us: over-dressed, over-styled, both of them squawking into their phones. I mean, why even go out?

* Worked a lot, which was a delight. I'm serious.

* Little John's Farewell Tour 2007 made perhaps it's best stop on Thursday, at Halo. Just like the old days. I could talk for days about that crowd: handsome, creative, interesting, and madly humorous. It's no surprise that such a group gathered, given the guest of honor.

* Had a sinful lunch with three queens who just can't stop laughing. One week from now we'll repeat the performance at The Lobstah Pot in P'Town.

* Dinner at the Ponderosa with my mom and dad (sister's out of town).

* Oh...and...(drumroll) finally fuckin' rained. A lot. The temp is now about 73 degrees, and everything already looks greener. You can actually hear the earth sighing in relief.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

i'm sorry


I have to rehash an old cliche.

It's fuckin' hot in this damn town.

I know, I know: what do I expect? I grew up here, I know that it's ridiculously hot here in August. In fact, I know that it will not let up until...oh, I don't know...HALLOWEEN!

But this shit is gettin' to me. Like my friend the OSW said, "people are going crazy. their cranky and everything is dying." According to Wikipedia, the term "dog days..."

"...was coined by the ancient Romans, who called these days caniculares dies (days of the dogs) after Sirius (the "Dog Star"), the brightest star in the heavens besides the Sun.

Popularly believed to be an evil time "when the seas boiled, wine turned sour, dogs grew mad, and all creatures became languid, causing to man burning fevers, hysterics, and phrensies" - Brady’s Clavis Calendarium, 1813.

The Dog Days originally were the days when Sirius, the Dog Star, rose just before or at the same time as sunrise, which is no longer true owing to precession of the equinoxes.

The ancients sacrificed a brown dog at the beginning of the Dog Days to appease the rage of Sirius, believing that that star was the cause of the hot, sultry weather."

Phrensies, indeed. And God, it must be hot: the OSW said "their" when he meant "they're." I do, however, think that his hydrangeas will survive, thus protecting his status as a true Old Southern Woman.

Apparently, the NY Times recently ran an article about why one should consider purchasing a log cabin in Newfoundland. They can be had for $20K, and you sit on your porch and watch huge chunks of ice float by on the river. As the global warming accelerates, I'm sure that by the time I retire my newfound cabin will be beachfront property, so the investment opportunities are endless. All joking aside, I do predict a surge in home sales in regions where the climate is more temperate. This shit will make you crazy.

The bright side (rather, the crispy, parched side) is that this appalling weather makes my departure for the Cape all the more satisfying. The forecast is for low-to-mid-70's during the day and cool, crisp low-60's at night. Perfect weather for...well, Just about everything.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

i need some oxygen

Because my breath has been taken away.

Whenever Norma comes out to play, she seems to help the people come together. NOT THAT WAY, POTTYBRAINS! In a fun, communal, and hysterical way.

To wit...

The OSW and I worked on something that was odd and fun and completely nebulous, while simultaneously familiar and very special to us, two friends...sisters of a kind...who just wanted to freak out together for a little while. A dear and brilliant friend came to town to coordinate this madness. The DJ laid down some phat beats and infectious grooves, and Doug Anne worked magic with the followspot. Various artists contributed their extraordinary skills and resources to effect the magnificent specifics that gave some pizazz to our show. Everyone from all walks of life came down to just laugh and clap and drink and have a damn good time. One grandmother said, "Oh!...this reminds me of when I used to live in New Orleans and we would just go and see the shows and have a lot of fun!"

However, the one image that sticks in my mind that celebrates the crazy diversity and joy of our performance was a photo of me and my mother. I was in Norma's splendid drag, and she insisted that we have a photo taken together. Her face beamed wide and proud and happy. It might have been us at my college graduation, or at any one of my "legit" performances, or at my first day of school...

*Note to reader: My mother is completely accepting of my sexuality and life. She (and everyone else in my family) accepts my life, my friends, and my sometimes-odd artistic expression.

But she also appreciates the fact that I am an ACTOR, and that Norma is a role for me, and that it brings me great joy. She understands that I have a range, and that my performances bring a lot of very different people together. That particular type of joy brings her great pleasure, which itself is joyful.

Good, good times, y'all.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

some women are drippin' with diamonds...

...I'm dripping with sweat.

It is 85 degrees at 11:00 PM.

It is a TOTAL cliche to bitch about the heat in Atlanta in August, but sheesh...! This is ridiculous. It's been crazy hot here (95+ degrees and about 200% humidity) for a couple of days, and it doesn't look like it will let up for a while. I mean, this is the kind of hot where you don't leave the house. And in addition to the oppressive, ridiculous heat, we have a Code Red air quality which means that everyone's lungs will explode or melt or evaporate if you exert yourself outside. And by "exert" I mean "step outside." So, I bought a bunch of high-efficiency light bulbs, a reusable grocery bag, and I've decided to switch to a more efficient vehicle. Not that I didn't believe in global warming before, but I just cannot remember a summer where I really felt like the world was ending. I wish I could say that I cut down on my A/C use, but it's too stinkin' hot to do that. Baby steps.

In other news....

Well, I've been busy. And depressed. But I've shaken the depression (some might call it "moving out of the depression phase of grieving"), and feel renewed and optimistic. Maybe it's because I went to the gym today. Maybe it's because I've been eating better. Maybe it's because a good friend is coming to town this weekend for a crazy, wonderful event. Who knows? Whatever. I'll take it.

Oh, and I'm going to PTown in a few weeks.

Ok, everything's fine.