I Saw You Today

I saw you today, I was talking to my friends and you were passing through the building. I was talking and I caught a glance of your sweater, the blue one I gave you last Christmas that brings out your eyes. I wanted to sound witty or laugh or do anything to get you to look at me for a minute, but the moment elapsed and you were down the stairs and off to someplace new.

I saw you today, in the change of the leaves, as I drove down the main street, singing the blues. The sound of someone soulful filtered through the FM stereo, the one speaker still doesn’t work. You were locking your front door, walking out of the house that you share with your best friends. You know the ones that couldn’t stand the way I hung around you and held your hand? You had your haircut since that last time our paths crossed. It looked good. The reds and yellows blurred together above your head, and my car passed slowly, hoping you’d turn. You didn’t, of course, and I didn’t honk my horn, or roll down the window, I just turned up the music, and was swept away by the crescendo.

I saw you today, on the mall’s moving staircase. Yours was moving downward and mine moving up. You saw me and waved, I smiled hello. I tripped over my many bags and clumsy feet at the top of the escalator. I heard your strong, teasing laugh, and I turned around. You watched me travel past you; you took the extra second to see my back float away. You didn’t realize how much I’ve missed you. I laughed and shrugged, I’ve always been clumsy. I didn’t realize how long ago we were in love.

And neither of us knew how to say we still cared.




Found that on my computer, I wrote it a long long time ago. It was strange to find it. I'm online at the library, as my internet is still not functioning at home. I wrote a play. A short one. I still need to do a lot of work on it, but who knows, maybe it'll be something good? I finished working with the kids this week, I miss them already! I also closed Once on this Island, the last show of the summer. Man, it'll be time to go back to school before I blink! This week I'm packing my things, next week I'll be in Philly, and then it's off to UPJ for another year of excitment. But I'm really just thinking about going to Oakland tomorrow to see a dear friend. It'll be fun, I'm so excited! :-)

I've learned a lot about doing the whole 'long distance' thing - even though it's not that far. We're "making it work" (thanks Tim Gunn for the encouragement)! And I'm happy. Really really happy. He's everything I ever wanted and more.

All in all, things are good. I'm really blessed.

Oh. And my brother smells. Thought I'd share.

Love, hugs, and bedtime thugs,
Mic

Inspired

Well. Two shows down, one to go. This summer is flying by me and taking forever at the same time it seems. Hard as it is to believe, three weeks from now I'll be done preforming, and two weeks after that I'll be back at UPJ.

At the closing night of Into The Woods, a bunch of fun stuff happened. First, at 7:07 and 7 seconds PM on 7-7-07, Rapunzel, Lucinda (one of Cinderella's stepsisters), the Wolf/Rapunzel's Prince, and I all made a wish. It was a great feeling. I love sharing those moments with friends.

The second great cool thing that happened was, well, the night before last, really. The Baker and I shared some strawberry deliciousness, Cinderella's Prince and I had a heart to heart about boys, and Jack and I made sarcastic comments about EVERYONE. Oh me, being surrounded by three gay guys was the perfect cure for a terrible week. At one point they said to me "Oh honey child! Do not worry about men, they're always going to be a problem, you might as well stop crying off good expensive make-up over them!" That's all I needed. A little sass and a lot of jokes about me turning them all straight with my good looks and charm (yeah right). :-p

The last awesome good thing that happened was: a family with a guy named Alex along with a professional sign language interpreter picked our show out of all the shows they could have gone to see in Pittsburgh to attend. After listening to the music once, they were sold on the show. Comtra is so small, the audience is right in your face and you're surrounded by them on all four sides of the stage...and this interpreter - was incredible. I watched him a lot of the time I was on stage, and the way the lyrics are, the whole show is - it's so overlapped and the interpreter caught EVERYTHING. His energy and enthusiasm was breathtaking. I felt badly because sometimes he had to stand up and sign over hus...he sat in the section directly across from Alex, so Alex could watch the action on stage and see what everyone was saying, too. I went up to him after words and shook his hand, and he and Alex kept thanking us for putting on the show. I thanked him for HIS performance, because this interpreter told me that he tries to match the energy of the actors, but he went above and beyond. It was so cool, I would love to do that. They also told me that this was the most welcoming theatre. Apparently traveling shows, like Broadway tours and such, are really rude and complain, saying things such as: "Fine! We HAVE to have these people here." That broke my heart. I hope that the people who feel that way remember what being an actor is all about...it's not about feeling inconvenienced because someone who has a special need or disability wants to enjoy the wonderful world of theatre, it's about welcoming everyone into a totally new world with witches and giants, a family, a future...etc.

Anywho, I'm inspired to say the least.