I’m going to the Cape for a week soon. Cannot WAIT. Our house is a small walk down a sandy path from the ocean. Oh, I am dying to get out of the stinky concrete land of Gotham and soak up the salty breeze, go swimming, have corn on the cob, do crossword puzzles, do pilates, yoga, or Tae Bo with my sisters (we are bringing about 4 exercise tapes between the 3 of us), and in general: RELAX. Dying. DYING to get out of here.
I’m also going to Chicago in mid-August to hang out with Alex and Chrisanne (can’t wait to see them both!!!)- see both of Alex’s shows, watch 5,000 old movies and perhaps a little bit of Alex’s tapes of the Hollywood Palace (specifically, Joan Crawford completely having a drunken nervous breakdown ON TELEVISION … “Mad Hatters have had their way long enough … in Wonderlnd.” “I have benjoyed my time here tonight …” “Just be yourself. It’s very sample.”) CAN’T WAIT. Alex: I also need to see the clip you have of Bobby Darin on Judy Garland’s variety show again. Basically, I need a total repeat of everything we did the LAST time I came to stay. I need to spend time with my dear friend Kate – see any of HER shows that might be happening – see Kate’s HUSBAND’S show – see my dear friend Guy’s show … uhm … any other Chicago friends with shows I need to see? Oh yes. And I am going to take in my first Pat show in something like 5 years. I can’t wait. I need to see Ann Marie. I’m not going for long … but there’s something about time in Chicago that kind of stretches out … I am always able to do everything I need to do, see who I need to see, while I am there. I never feel stressed out there. argh. I CAN’T WAIT. I want to go running by the lake. I want to walk up and down Clark Street. I want to go sit at the Fullerton Rocks and stare at the skyline like I used to do when I lived there. I want to walk up and down Southport, my old stomping grounds, and see what’s playing at the Music Box.
I can’t wait.
oh, you are on the brink of something big…I feel it in my bone…visiting your past(s)…something’s coming (kinda like that song in West Side Story)
oops i meant boneS…such a “sample” word, and I still fucked it up
Or maybe you just feel it in one bone. that’s possible too. it’s really quite sample.
um…3:11am?? cimments??
Beth – you should be a homicide detective. You’re unbelievable!!
Yeah – last night was Siobhan’s birthday and we were out doing karaeoke until 2 in the morning. hilarious and so much fun.
Yes, I think my first clue was the fact that it is RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR NAME!!!!!!! How sick am I, not only do I check your blog compulsively, but I have fake friendships with people who frequently comment (i.e. BSTommy, Dan, Mitch, Alex, to name a few) but I also note “Hey! Curly commmented! She hasn’t done so in a while- wonder what she’s been up to??” as well as the time of day of the post.
I really need to get a life.
hahahahaha “fake friendships!”
You crack me up.
Kinda like a Beth version of celebrity crushes.