||Baby I'm Yours by Cher (from Mermaids)
I'm sitting at my computer, dressed in all black (with red and pink flip flops), waiting for the time that I must take my leave and go retreat back into the Theatre, that place that ate my soul and refuses to give it back.
We're moving..word came in today, they got a house.
139 Lynbrook N Rd, Bel Air MD 21014
It sounds nice. Basement room for me. More info posted at Liquid Morning.
We're moving in 2 days after I come back from Westminster. Just my luck, eh? I swear. I'm going to need a break just from Summer. Yeesh. But no worries- my room will be in the basement - and there's a big family room down there, meaning COOL CATS have a new place to party!!! Weee!!
So....had a conversation with N the other night when I was depressed. It somehow got brought up, and he told me that I was becoming one of his better friends, coming closer to a best friend every day (they mean the world to him) and all...then yesterday I brought it back up and said "Ya know, I thought about it, and I am tired of being just another good friend or bestfriend" so we got into that conversation.
He told me that if I thought I was only good for a bestfriend or something I was crazy. (We already knew this!) But then he started saying how it goes goodfriends, bestfriends, girlfriends. And he told me that girlfriends were replacable, and the only girlfriend that went back to bestfriend was the girl he grew up with, and that I reminded him a lot of her. He said that bestfriends (true ones) are permanent and would never be discarded. And then he said that I was stuck on "only" way too much.
We haven't really finished that conversation, but we never really do.
He's always so huggy and flirty. We're both very physically people. It's like a drug. HE is like my drug. And what did that conversation mean!?!? Sooo confused still. But at least I know it's him that I really have fallen for...now I just wish I knew what else to say. Ahhhhhhhh!!!!
Don't really feel like calling the show tonight. Hate it, almost, cause there's so much to do and the crew I have doesn't ever really do crew, so ick. Blahity blah blah. Oh, and I'm my own lightboard op. Giddy. ~groan~
Mmmkay...70 minutes until I need to leave ~grin~....
AND WATERGATE SALAD IS THE BEST!
(Am coming home Sunday, Pat)