My brain hurts

It turns out that my entire brain has room to be filled only with stress about the Happy Ending premiere at Joe's Pub. It has no room for other things, like thoughts about blogging. Blogging takes time and I need that time to be consumed with things that are out of my control. If I take the time away from worrying about things that are out of my hands, then I feel utterly helpless. And feeling utterly helpless affects my mental health, which to be honest was never very good to begin with. Therefore, I cannot afford to take time away from worrying about things that are out of my hands, for fear of propogating further ill-health in the region of my mental. Also, I need my fingers for other things and cannot afford the time to lend them to blogging. If I use my fingers to blog, then they are not located at my temples where they are needed to plug up the leaking stress. So you see, this is why I have not blogged and why blogging at this very moment is causing me undue pain as it is taking away from less purposeful things, like suffering from panic and anxiety attacks. For the purposes of this post, I have hired a temporary temple-plugger while I type. He is very pricey, so this is a short post. Happy Thanksgiving. What am I thankful for? I am thankful that Thanksgiving is over so I can return to more productive things that will lead me to antidepressants and therapy. Okay, you caught me. So I can return to productive things that will lead me to MORE antidepressants and MORE therapy. Pray for me. Without like, actually, you know, praying.

Tonight's show!

Is going to kick.

Two more left after this one and then...

Joe's Pub!

My Fair Daisey

FROM HAPPY ENDING VETERAN, MIKE DAISEY:

Hello All,

We have exciting news—we're making a movie. IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING is becoming a feature film.

It's being directed by Steve Anderson, who did a film a few years ago about the word fuck, conducted the last interviews with Hunter S. Thompson, is a trained Hollywood stunt driver, has lounged in the grotto at the Playboy Mansion, and posesses a great eye and understanding of the piece—between all these skill sets he will be outstanding at translating this monologue to film.

We'll be filming all this week at the Public, and have a limited number of tickets left for those performances—most shows are sold out or are selling out. The Public is graciously allowing us to keep $35 tickets available to this list--use the code SSMKTG to get them while they last.

We'll see you in the movies,

md


YAY, MIKE! CONGRATULATIONS!!!

YES WE DID!

Election Night, Fort Greene Brooklyn, 11.04.08

Election Night, Laurie's apartment, Fort Greene Brooklyn

Election Night, Manhattan, 11.04.08

Down to Nolita for a block party hosted by a slew of random people. One of them my brother. And then up to Harlem with hotpants preggy baby-mama, Stacey, Husby Eric and ma bro, Eddie.

Election Day, Manhattan, 11.04.08

Lunch with my sister and nieces

Election Day, Fort Greene Brooklyn, 11.04.08

Remember the mormon wives who lost their children? So does Laurie. A night after the actual night (Laurie's favorite holiday, apparently) we went to Queens, in costume.





Kristin and Derek were competing Annie's.










The Revelers:

The Call is Coming from Inside the House...

Growing up in NYC, in Greenwich Village specifically, Halloween grew to be a particularly unpleasant event. I lived in a brownstone which buffets the street on one side and a garden on the other. The garden side is divided so that flushed against every home is a small garden and bisecting the individual gardens is a community garden running long and rectangular down the center. On Christmas Eve the garden kids stood on a makeshift stage and caroled to their parents and parents friends. Santa sent a sleigh filled with candy over our heads from the MacDougal side of the street to the Sullivan side, stopping in the center to tip over and rain candy on our soft little skulls. And every Halloween we dressed up and went trick or treating from garden door to garden door. We had a parade. We won prizes. We got jacked up on economy candy. Until we got too old and walked from the garden side, through our homes, and out our front doors to the street side.

The street side was steamier, stickier. Life out there on Halloween was rough. Sometimes older kids chased us batting socks filled with rocks of chalk at our heads. Other times kids were beaten for just a singular Twizzler. It got so that Halloween was actually what it was meant to be: scary. That's why now, every Halloween, without fail, I stay in and watch horror movies. This year, Laurie and Joanna came over. We watched the Ring and most of the time Laurie would suddenly disappear in order to call us and say, "Seven days." Other times, she'd make me pause the movie so she could pose us looking Halloween scared. Or borrow my water to douse her face with water and giving her best Janet Leigh. And best, when she went to the refrigerator for red jelly...Girl's got skills. See below.







Even her dog is scared of her.