I found an old notebook the other day. And, again found my love lists. So, in honor of my little discovery, I'll write another list.
5 Things I Love:
1. my sketch comedy group (long pause) and our perfect show
2. when someone tells me i've left an imprint on them and their life
3. iced lattes from asado that carly makes for me because she's the sweetest of doves
4. walking/dancing by myself on my walk home from the wilson redline at 4 in the afternoon
5. the collection of people i work with at the goodman
What joy!
Friday, August 23, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Nothing Happens.
One look at her face and they were all goners.
She had a way of unraveling everything anyone had worked so hard to keep tightly bound. Tadie Richards crossed her legs, sat on a bar stool and men came from across the room to fawn over her. Yes, fawn. They didn't know it was happening until they were long lost, enchanted even before they heard the soft melody of her voice. She did nothing to attract or detract; she just was. As a child she was a rambunctious sort, winning the affection of her peers easily, always telling stories, knowing when to laugh, when to be open and when to hold back. It was no different decades after that little girl traded in her curled pigtails and lacy socks for an A-line mini dress. Tadie smiled a winning smile, giggled when something was funny and typically saw only a few feet in front of her, yet still somehow was able to take in the entirety of a room. It was hers, and the room knew it.
John James entered Anchor Pub swiftly removing his pea coat to dust the dandruff-like snow from his shoulders. It was all a well-timed movement. First this, then this. He surveyed the crowd, groups of two, three and four clustered around freestanding tables. His grey-green eyes adjusted to the dimness of the establishment causing the soft creases of his crows feet to appear. His lips parted, not quite a smile and to no one in particular, he made his way to the coat rack. No one ever seems to use bar coat racks, he thought. Finding the label, he hung it gently and patted the sides being sure the pockets were empty. Adjusting his collar, loosening its hold around his neck, he headed to the bar.
Tadie had seen him almost immediately, a rare occurrence, noticing someone. Her back to the bar, sitting on a high stool, facing out, she thought he surely couldn't not notice her as well.
"Excuse me." He bumped her left knee trying to squeeze between chairs and people. They didn't make eye contact. He didn't see her, really, at all.
"You're fine," she said, unsure if she should say something else, but he had already forgotten.
"--can I get ya, friend?" The bartender.
"I'll have a New Castle Brown -- thanks."
Six dollars, then another dollar tip, popped the cap off, and already John had moved to the other side of the bar, locating the group of friends he had intended on meeting.
Tadie sat there, the room suddenly seemed small and so did she.
She had a way of unraveling everything anyone had worked so hard to keep tightly bound. Tadie Richards crossed her legs, sat on a bar stool and men came from across the room to fawn over her. Yes, fawn. They didn't know it was happening until they were long lost, enchanted even before they heard the soft melody of her voice. She did nothing to attract or detract; she just was. As a child she was a rambunctious sort, winning the affection of her peers easily, always telling stories, knowing when to laugh, when to be open and when to hold back. It was no different decades after that little girl traded in her curled pigtails and lacy socks for an A-line mini dress. Tadie smiled a winning smile, giggled when something was funny and typically saw only a few feet in front of her, yet still somehow was able to take in the entirety of a room. It was hers, and the room knew it.
John James entered Anchor Pub swiftly removing his pea coat to dust the dandruff-like snow from his shoulders. It was all a well-timed movement. First this, then this. He surveyed the crowd, groups of two, three and four clustered around freestanding tables. His grey-green eyes adjusted to the dimness of the establishment causing the soft creases of his crows feet to appear. His lips parted, not quite a smile and to no one in particular, he made his way to the coat rack. No one ever seems to use bar coat racks, he thought. Finding the label, he hung it gently and patted the sides being sure the pockets were empty. Adjusting his collar, loosening its hold around his neck, he headed to the bar.
Tadie had seen him almost immediately, a rare occurrence, noticing someone. Her back to the bar, sitting on a high stool, facing out, she thought he surely couldn't not notice her as well.
"Excuse me." He bumped her left knee trying to squeeze between chairs and people. They didn't make eye contact. He didn't see her, really, at all.
"You're fine," she said, unsure if she should say something else, but he had already forgotten.
"--can I get ya, friend?" The bartender.
"I'll have a New Castle Brown -- thanks."
Six dollars, then another dollar tip, popped the cap off, and already John had moved to the other side of the bar, locating the group of friends he had intended on meeting.
Tadie sat there, the room suddenly seemed small and so did she.
Monday, August 19, 2013
HANG UPS. (At the Jewel)
HANG UPS
BY BRIGID MARSHALL
DRAFT 2
CAST
AMY – mid-twenties, disillusioned
EMMA – mid-twenties, silly
KRIS – mid-twenties, sensible
Jewel-Osco. Three girls are in the fruit aisle.
AMY I mean, exclusive hook ups are a far cry from a real relationship.
EMMA Right?
AMY Yeah. I mean. I think so. Apples?
KRIS Well, it’s not really.
EMMA Yeah, apples — What do you mean, Kris?
KRIS It’s not really that far of a cry from a real relationship. Oh, Asian pears!
AMY (Picking up Asian pears) How so, sensei?
EMMA (Buddhist-y, picking up carrots and petting them) What is real anyway?
KRIS Well, it’s exclusive, darling grasshoppers.
AMY Yeah, and?
KRIS Well, isn’t that the biggest part of what “being in a relationship” is?
EMMA No.
AMY No, I don’t think so. See, you need to like, talk about it and stuff.
KRIS Fine, then what is?
AMY Love. Or something.
KRIS So you’re not in a relationship until you’re in love?
AMY No, that’s not what I’m saying.
KRIS Then what are you saying, Confucius?
EMMA More like confusing-cius.
[EMMA high fives herself.]
KRIS You win, Emma.
AMY I’m saying, stay with me here. But. Ok. So, if you’re exclusive with someone sexually that doesn’t mean you like them as like in a boyfriend kind of way. Necessarily. You might just like them for their hot toosh.
KRIS God.
EMMA (All existential, but jokey) God?
AMY Yeah. Well, that’s what I’m saying.
KRIS You’ve seen too many movies like that fuckin’ No Strings Attached and whatev.
AMY What of it?
KRIS It’s kind of gross, Amy.
AMY Banging for pleasure?
KRIS Jesus. Yes.
EMMA I mean, I don’t think it’s a big deal, or whatever. I’m not going to judge you.
KRIS I’m not judging. I have no room to. Ugh.
EMMA So wise. But yeah, I get your point, K. But, I guess I just…don’t necessarily…agree?
KRIS That wasn’t a question. Stop upturning your statements.
EMMA (Upturning on purpose) OK?
AMY Well that’s because of Jim.
KRIS Oh, la la! Jiiiim.
EMMA Shut up. (Completely changing subject) I wish I had those tiny Asian lady shoes.
KRIS The ones made of wood and stuff?
AMY Like the ones they wore on the Chipmunks? – Stop changing the subject.
AMY/KRIS Jiiiiim!
EMMA Shut up.
KRIS/AMY SH’UP!
AMY I don’t think so. Jiiiiim!
EMMA Seriously. We are not in a relationship, unless relationship means never sleeping over and getting texts at 12am and answering them like an idiot.
AMY Or maybe that just makes you someone who just understands the thing of it, and wants some booty, too?
KRIS But don’t you want more than just booty, Em?
EMMA Yeah.
KRIS Well, then, change the relationship.
EMMA Easier said than done.
AMY Yeah, what a greeeeat suggestion, Kris.
KRIS I’m only saying you can’t expect the relationship to change if you don’t change.
AMY WISE SENSEI!
KRIS (Does something dumb physically, like bowing too emphatically) The wisest!
AMY Fortune cookie, Sensei.
EMMA/KRIS/AMY (All bow to each other repeatedly repeating over and over) WISE SENSEI, SO WISE, kanichiwa, etc.
KRIS Wait. Stop. You’re just a booty call if you’re not in a relationship, even if it’s exclusive. OK?
EMMA/AMY WISE SENSEI, SO WISE, Kanichiwa, etc.
KRIS This turned real quick.
(Black out.)
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