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Thursday, April 22, 2004  

In the house

Momma BG is in town for a week long visit, the first since her baby girl moved to town. Poppa BG won't come near New York. Probably ever. She spent the night on our couch last night, and will be staying in the City for the rest of the trip. It should be fun. BG loves her mom, and it shows, and I love seeing them together.

| posted by christopher | 9:39 AM

Monday, April 19, 2004  

It can hang you up the most

It's spring. Actually, it's more like mid summer today, but the proximity to the freezing-ass cold of this past winter makes today my official First Day of Spring. I biked to work, which is quicker than taking the subway and almost as much of a workout. Also, the warmth has caused many a city dweller to ditch outerwear. I enjoy the occasional glimpse of a pleasing curve or line.

Tonight, almost a year later, I begin rehearsals for my second NY show. I met a guy on an audition line last week who has been in seven shows in the last year. But he, like me, was standing on the line, so perhaps resume size doesn't matter.

| posted by christopher | 4:24 PM

Thursday, April 15, 2004  

Painless

I got a (non-paying) job yesterday, start rehearsals on Monday, the gig is in May. A staged reading. I went in for a supporting character, and got the seven song singing lead. Just like that.

In other career news, the Big Midwestern Gig is still on hold, waiting for a) something better or b) my agent to sign off on it. The stage manager called to ask why she hasn't received my contract yet. Um, because I haven't signed it. They have program deadlines, apparently. My agent says they all say that, don't worry. I trust her. She's been doing this a long time. But still, if it were up to me I'da pounced on this like a duck on a junebug.

| posted by christopher | 10:05 AM

Sunday, April 11, 2004  

The politics of condiments

As I dropped the check and cleared the table, the picky gentleman said to me, "You sure have a lot of Heinz ketchup around."

"Yeah, I guess we do."

"It's only helping Kerry you know."

I walked away with his dishes.

A few minutes later, the picky gentleman brought the check up to the bar and said, "You know, all this Heinz, it really is only helping Kerry."

"Well, perhaps he needs the help."

| posted by christopher | 11:37 AM

Friday, April 09, 2004  

The Formative Years, Part II

We drove back home jittery with the adrenaline high of petty larceny and the caffeine of a late night Denny's celebration. We recalled our little adventure all the way home, laughing and embellishing all the way. Bob dropped me off and I snuck in through the always unlocked dining room window.

In the next few days, several plans for our booty were suggested and nixed. Placing it on a teacher's lawn, done before. School yard, pat. Nothing was coming to us. Finally, with Bob's instance to remove the Savior from Bob's trunk we decided to give Him a glorious resurrection.

We drove to Howard's Marina (it was called a marina, but there was nothing "marine" about the lake four miles outside of town) on a foggy night and sat in the car. Finally, when we thought the coast was clear we dragged out Jesus and walked him down a long, rickety dock.

"Hey, His hand is gone," I noticed as I labored on my side of the cement Savior.

We put him on the end of the dock, facing the water, arms (and hand) stretched wide. As we were leaving we saw a light come on in Howard's cabin and we started to run. The dock started bucking under our escape. I turned just in time to see the statue topple into the lake with a loud splash. We jumped into the car and took off. Laughing and half scared to death. Howard was, in addition to his Marina duties, a member of the Sheriff's Department.

The next day Bill and I drove back to the scene and tried to find the statue. The water was murky, as there was a slight wind coming in from the wide lake. We couldn't see bottom. We poked around with a stick, because if you can't find what you're looking for and you are sixteen years old, you poke around with a stick. We couldn't find him.

"Maybe he's risen!" I joked.

"Nah," said Bill, "it hasn't been three days yet."

| posted by christopher | 11:50 PM

Wednesday, April 07, 2004  

This I know

If you drive up in an (ok, it was cool) giant pink Buick, and two of your stars are driving it, and they are wearing feather coats and pink fishnets with gymsocks and majorette hats, and you are coming to my restaurant to do a photo shoot in the bathroom (yes, the bathroom), then you are probably not in an off-Broadway show.

| posted by christopher | 11:27 PM

Tuesday, April 06, 2004  

Spring Forward, land on your face.

This morning BG was making her way out the door to visit a friend on Long Island, and I was looking forward to a leisurely morning sipping coffee and reading the virtual paper. Turns out there was one clock in the house not reset on Sunday, and that was the one we were using this morning. Leisure time turned into half an hour before work and BG missing her train.

I went around and changed the clocks, because I was awake when an hour evaporated last Sunday morning. My Mac clock suddenly said 3:15AM, so I changed the alarm clock, and then went for the atomic baby. This clock resets itself via radio waves to the US Atomic Clock. I assumed it would change it's own bad self. I examined the myriad buttons on the back and toggled the one marked DST, because Spring is when we're off DST . . . right? If only I had a clock that could tell me when I don't know what I'm doing.

| posted by christopher | 4:51 PM

Thursday, April 01, 2004  

A Good Liberal

I'm listening to Rep. Barney Frank on Air America Radio, the liberal radio project. I think I may have fallen in love with him.

Air America Radio? not so sure. Barney Frank? oh, yeah.

| posted by christopher | 10:40 PM
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