September 28th, 2002 - 11:38 p.m.
I had a really nice day today. I went to the theatre by my self.
I’m reading a SARK book, called Succulent Wild Woman and just last night before I went to bed, I read a section on how to enjoy doing things by yourself. Not alone, because that connotes some negative feelings, just by your self. So, when this guy from Humanities Club didn’t show up, I felt sort of relieved. I don’t know this kid and I wasn’t looking forward to making small talk all the way to Denver, and during intermission and such. So I was going to see Dorian a new musical, based on The Portrait of Dorian Gray. I brought a book, and read my book on the way down to Denver, and got off, feeling very chic in my calf length denim skirt, brown ankle boots, white blouse and thigh length camel-colored sweater, having a good hair day, and some subtle make up on my face, I felt pretty, urban, sophisticated. I know that shouldn’t affect how I experience things, but if I feel like people aren’t looking at me going “God, how does she even leave the house like that” and I feel like maybe they’re thinking “Gee, she’s a really put together, confident looking woman”, I feel so much better. That sounds pretty shallow, but it’s the truth! So I went to the show, which, in and of itself was mediocre, but there were some awesome staging moments, and these singers were phenomenal. I would have happily shown up to listen to them sing the Denver-Metro Area phone book. I love it when an actor can with pure voice, make a shiver go through my body and there were some moments where I was just astounded by these singers. The acting was kind of vapid, and the script was insipid and uninspired, but it was worth it for the singing.
After the show, I went to a book store up the street from the theatre that specializes in plays, and books about theatre, and actors, and Broadway memorabilia and had a good time browsing the thousands of millions of plays there, hoping maybe someday they’ll be carrying something with my name on it, and then went for a cup of coffee down the street at this coffee house called Pablo’s’ a coffee shop famous in many circles, but with my friends because the first time we saw RENT, we made many trips to Pablo’s, mostly falling asleep in their comfy chairs and trying to stay warm because the high that day was –12. And we arrived at the Temple Buell theatre at 6 in the morning, leaving Loveland at 4.30. Coffee was consumed in great quantities. It was a fun day. Much like today!
I felt proud of myself for navagating Denver by myself, and for feeling so confident. I was really pleased, and looking forward to trying life as a New Yorker, and even though I know Denver isn't really in the same leauge, I feel like it was a little baby step toward that.
So, summed up, 'sall good. :)
Good night
