Thursday, December 4, 2008

All Hail Prince William / My journey to the Met / Christmas in New York

Part one: Prince William has balls

My heart goes out to two people right now: One is my roommate Aude, who's in the bathroom with a violent nosebleed. I'm not talking drippy annoying kleenex nosebleed, and not even tampon-up-the-nose nosebleed. This is like Niagara Falls nosebleed, like Brain Exploding nosebleed. One of the RAs came and helped, and now she's still in the bathroom... she said she's okay, but I still feel bad. She says she'll be fine though. Nicole and I are staying nearby to help anyway. Poor thing.

The other person is my boyfriend, the gallant actor. Now, I know he is always 100% devoted to any role he takes on, which I love him for, but I admire his most recent example of theatrical devotion even more. He woke up yesterday morning, day of his opening night for the Pinnochio Commedia, with a violent stomach flu / possible food poisoning. After finding it impossible to cancel or call off the show in any way, he continued to go on to his performance while the noble crew armed themselves with two puke buckets backstage in the wings. (I feel bad for puke-cleaning crew members too.) Then he nearly passed out in one of the scenes and somehow regained himself. Somehow, he managed to pull off the show so well that apparently no one noticed (say people who were able to see the show; I unfortunately am 1,257 miles away and didn't see it). So, this week's props to go Will, who managed to keep the show going under horrible sick circumstances, which takes balls. Most of the most famous Broadway actors have had to do the same thing at some point in their careers, with the buckets offstage and all. A gross pukey stomach flu requires much more of a talented feat than going onstage with laringitis, which crippled my voice during Annie (sucked for the audience more than me, as I wasn't puking or anything!)

Part two: My crazy ass day yesterday

Half of my photography/sociology class yesterday was held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. This is the most amazing building I have ever been inside. I only saw 1/10000th of the entire building, as our assignment was to view one particular photography exhibit. Afterwards I saw only the first room of their modern art collection, and viewed one room in the Renoir hall. FUCKING RENOIR! This museum has so many damn FAMOUS paintings! Oh my god! The modern part looked really cool, and I desperately wanted to get lost in those enormous, maze-like rooms with Picasso and Monet and Renoir. Unfortunately, I had to leave because I was meeting my friends after class to go see the Rockefeller tree lighting.

Part three: I don't like millions of people enough to care about the tree this much

I met up with Ash, Justin, Karla, and their friend Isabel so we could all go see the famous Rockefeller Christmas tree lighting. I was wholeheartedly excited just about the tree, but I soon learned, much to my chagrin, that there would be performances by people like Britney Spears, Kristen Chenoweth, those pussy Jonas Brothers, and Miley Cyrus or something like that, (BLECH) this worried me, and I wondered if it would be too crowded to see the tree because of all the stupid people who just wanted a free concert.

Long story short: We huddled in disgustingly packed masses like frustrated sardines for an hour or so, shuffling along in wrong directions more than once, and managing a glance at the tree as we walked by to where the cops were herding the thousands of people there. We were surrounded so closely by tourists at every angle, and there were freaking BUILDINGS in the way, so we could not see 30 Rock at all. Then I got scared of a terrorist attack (screw me, I know) and everyone else was mad that it was so crowded we couldn't see a thing. Never fear, we made our own fun. We ended up going to Pinkberry and a famous little pizza joint in Little Italy. Great times.

Part four: I am really sick of European tourists


Also, that part didn't really have anything to do with yeserday, it's just in general.


And now, since I have nothing further to say at the moment, I shall give you a happy-inducing picture for your viewing pleasure. I hope it makes your day at least 1/100th better.

Peace out.


1 comment:

Tracy said...

Poor Willie! Tell him to quit eating cheap food.

That dog is adorable!