One year ago today, I posted this…
Remember how last week I was complaining about the cold and renewing my vow to get the hell out of New York?
Well then I went and fell in love with Buffalo, of all places. In case you weren’t stalking me on social media this weekend, here’s what you missed.
I always get depressed this time of year. My husband (obnoxiously) loves Fall because of pumpkin-flavored everything and his birthday, or whatever.
I was walking from Triple Crown, one of several bars around the Chelsea/Penn Station junction where the improv kids hang out. I was smiling, reflecting on the fun night I’d had at improv class, followed by the unique feeling of bonding over drinks with new friends.
And I got the feeling: someday I will miss this.
Well, there’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll break it to you the way Amanda broke it to me.
“We got the news from the festival… ”
So, we didn’t get into the TV festival for which we had broken our (bocce*) balls to enter by the deadline.
*hahahaha see, we’re laughing!
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Don’t you hate those people that say, “I’m always late” like they have no control over the matter? Like it’s a chronic illness with which they are afflicted?
I don’t hate it, actually, because I can relate. But I cringe when I hear my own mouth once again say, casually, “Sorry I’m late!” and then try to jump into the meeting hoping I didn’t miss anything.
Ok, so obviously I’ve been a giant slacker lately because last week I was on vacation but even before that, I was struggling to make my self-mandated 5 posts per week, for several weeks. And then I tried to post yesterday but just couldn’t get it done.
So, where have I been?
“I don’t know, Rose. I don’t know where I’ve been, and I don’t know where I’m going.”
Ugh, airports, amirite?
I’m currently waiting for my flight. Don’t you hate that?
Don’t you especially hate it when you have to wait 8 hours because you missed your original flight because you thought it was midnight but it was actually 11pm (and your husband had reminded you to forward him your flight info no less than 3 times during the day but you were too busy) but you accidentally got there early enough anyway, but the line was so long because Delta that you missed it and the next flight wasn’t until morning but you couldn’t leave the airport because your dad was being kind of a dick about picking you up and you couldn’t bear to spring for another hotel room because you just paid for one last night when you got locked out of your uncle’s house because everyone went to bed before you came home… so you just sit in an empty terminal, literally, no other passengers and just the occasional cleaning person passing through, with no food available, not even vending machines, for 8 hours?
Yeah, I hate that too.
Note: As I was writing this, some jackass turned off the airport wifi and there was nothing I could do about it. In case you skipped it above, now I must insist: watch John Mulaney.
I know I’m supposed to put up this message before I go away but I thought this was going to be more of a working vacation but it’s turning into more of a distracting vacation and I didn’t get a chance to even tell you I wouldn’t be here, except on facebook, but then I was like what if not everyone follows me on facebook? So, FYI, I didn’t die or quit, just went away. Back soon. Hugsies.