dear m,

Omg, stupid template over at Lo.Co. Stupid sore throat/cold/exhaustion or whatever. Etc.

Positives from today include our trip to the park, though I am always curious, interested, intrigued to encounter other managers that essentially ignore you? I mean, I don’t get the protocol, I suppose. I’m not extroverted enough to announce my cheery presence/identity when there is no clear opening, no smile/similar nonverbal, no…whatever. But I’m also brazen enough at this juncture in my career to just be all (in my head), it’s a free park, a public place, so we’re going to continue with our picnic, thankyouverymuch. And play with your children and maybe even eat one of your crackers. And be perfectly friendly/open should you choose to thaw out a little bit. Not the whole lot of you, just some.

I wanted to continue my NYC tales, in particular my apparent inner Theater Nerd that exists, is alive and well, and may choose to appear at any moment. Like maybe now. I loved the Lion King. It was my first Broadway play, ever, and I confess I’m hungry for more. Part of me has always dissed musicals for their ridiculous/unbelievable element, the breaking into song and perfectly choreographed dance at any given moment. But like… it all defies logic and explanation, right? The point is that it’s fun. It’s energizing. It’s manufactured and mass-produced and possibly even lowbrow. Or not. Because it also requires an enormous amount of talent (which leads me further thought re: talent and fame, and how one does not necessarily dictate/inform the other). Regardless, I’m pondering a future purchase of theater tickets in this state, for reals… details TBD.

Another trip side note: a terrorist cell has recently been partially dismantled, maybe you’ve seen the headlines. And one of the terrorists made several attempts to rent a truck in NYC on Sept 10? And one of the scouted locations on a seized computer was… Fashion Week? Which of course I attended on Sept 12. I’m just saying. It made my hair stand on end a little. Dear Feds: Keep up the good work, on that front. And thank you.

I’m tired. I have to think of a Smartini poll question. I’m not thinking about that ugly, shit-brown rectangle that plagues my beautiful blog about the children. I’m going to bed and maybe read Eat, Pray, Love.

xoxoxo

P.S. Am attending a 70s-style party on Friday and advice is needed re: outfit suggestions. Bohemian, disco, go-go? Please provide details.