I, myself, have often missed doing theater. But the other arts I’ve chosen to pursue have gobbled up that time and I feel no regrets.
Wow. This is one of those memories. I don’t know who this was done to, me or another. But I remember it happened, and it was as manic and joyous. I’ll have to keep this in mind and hope the memory comes back.
Here’s me setting up the eventual bringing Dana and Samantha to Portland, because I wanted them around and I certainly wasn’t going to leave. If only real flesh-and-blood friends were the same way.
Man, I could just write those two drinking wine and bantering with each other all day. Warms my heart.
When I visit a friend who’s been having a rough time, and they manage to fall asleep, as long as I don’t feel it was because I was dreadfully boring, it makes me happy to know that they feel that safe and comfortable around me.
it’s true, one of the symptoms of sad, is sometimes to not want to be cheered up. Thank goodness for Dana and Samantha!
I bought that kid’s tiger costume at a thrift store, and modified it slightly so it’d fit me. Made me happy and sad at the same time.