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Monday, July 27, 2009 @ 3:40 PM
I went to the city on Friday to meet with the Art International Radio folks. We will be working together on a radio version of Bargaining. My meeting was scheduled for 2pm, so I took the 8:40am bus from Binghamton. We got stuck in traffic for a long time. I fell asleep at one point, and had a bad dream. In it, I went to visit Brandon Ashinoff, who offered to show me some crazy creature. I got stuck in a holding cell (closet) with two doors, neither of which would open, and then something furry flew at my face. I woke up with a scream, which startled several of the other bus passengers. I didn't know quite how to explain myself. They stared, and I said, "Sorry, sorry... I... uh... sorry."
Anyway, I barely made it to Port Authority at 2pm. Then I walked around for twenty minutes looking for the downtown Q train. I rode it, and then walked right past the building I was looking for because I had been hiding, for years, the fact that I don't actually know what scaffolding is. I had to take off my belt to make it through the metal detector, and then I got in an elevator that didn't go up to the 13th floor. I thought maybe there were two sets of elevators, so I got off, only to be told I had to go to 12 and walk up. (I felt dumb for not thinking of this.) The meeting actually went great, and I had a great time in the city.
Ava, Chelsea, Nick and I had some pizza and wine at a great Time Square place called Carbone, then Nick and I went to a free outdoor screening of short animated films. There, I discovered the phenomenon known as Notebook Babies. Nick and I chatted about our lives, post-Beacon, watched Casino Royale, and I slept in his armchair - and on his floor. In the morning, he showed me his neighborhood, and then I headed back to catch the bus home. I was sad because there was someone I wanted to see while I was in the area, but I hadn't heard from them in time. Five minutes after I boarded the bus, I got a text from them. I kicked myself all the way back to Binghamton.
My brother picked me up from the bus station, and his car died on the way home. Standing on a sidewalk, watching my brother curse his vehicle, I started to wonder if I were in some way cursed when it comes to transportation. I was very happy when I was finally home and could shower.
In days since, I have finally finished my review of Portland Noir, watched Nightwatch again, and resumed rehearsal for The Merry Wives of Windsor, which opens August 6. The radio play recording session is going to be on August 10, so I'll be going back to the city for that. It looks like I may be able to travel with some friends from Merry Wives who are also headed down that day. I feel like I have a lot to do, but most of the tasks are kind of boring. But I have things to look forward to, and that's a nice feeling.
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2 Comments:
At 12:00 PM,
Nick said…
Wait, when did you sleep on my floor? I don't remember that part. I woke up and you were still in my chair.
At 1:54 PM,
Kellie said…
I can't believe you don't remember that. We had a whole conversation in the middle of the night. You were like, "Why are you on the floor?" And I was like, "Because I like to sleep on my stomach and that's not possible in the chair," and you said, "You should have told me that, I would have slept in the chair," and I said, "It's fine, go back to sleep." And then a couple hours later, I moved back into the chair.
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