Dear God, we have gotten to the point in the weather when I am no longer able to dress myself.

I watched the news this morning, saw that it would be 48° today, but managed not to remember that 48° is nearly 50° and 50° is warm, so I put on my big camel sweater like a complete lunatic.

Maybe coming up I'll remember there are such a thing as t-shirts and light sweaters in the world, and possibly manage to put such a thing on in the morning. We'll see.

I did change to my leather jacket the other day rather than my navy silk winter coat, and about time, too. It's a beautiful coat, my navy silk, or you know, it was before I got ahold of it. Now it's completely ripped up and I just lost the last button last week.

I looked homeless, but I was warm, but now it's warm enough for the spring/fall look of my leather jacket, which, since I had the lining fixed last year, no longer makes me look homeless.

Next Christmas I must remember to bring my navy silk coat home with me so that Mom's seamstress can fix it. She's a genius, so if anyone can fix this horror of a former beautiful coat, she can.

Another reason that I know that it's getting warmer is because when I got back into my street clothes after the show on Wednesday night, I could only find one of my socks, so I went home barefoot in my clogs. And was very comfortable! Sandals ahoy!

So, to recap, if it's been steadily getting warmer, if you've put away your winter coat (or the bundle of rags that you call your winter coat) if you are able to go sockless at 10.30p, and if it's not raining, you might think about putting the sweaters away for the season.

Or rather, piling them at the bottom of the clean clothes pile. I mean, let's not fool ourselves.

So yesterday I meant to get up early and Do Stuff, so I set my alarm for 8.30a. When did I actually get up? 9.50a. That's quite a few snoozes.

The reason that I wanted to get up earlier is that, the day before, the woman from the Major Theatre Company that works out of The Theatre That Must Not Be Named, the one who gave me the huge mirror and the red curtains and the bag that I carry my laptop in, asked me if I maybe had any pictures of men, because they need one for the show.

"Sure, I have lots of pictures, I'm a photographer!"
"Great! It needs to be of a man in his mid to late 30's, and not a portrait, sort of a vacation shot kind of thing, snapshot-y."
"When I get home tonight, I'll look through my pictures and bring something in tomorrow."

Of course, when I got home I didn't go through my pictures, that's why I set my alarm early, so only getting up later meant that I couldn't look through that much, but I found some things that I thought could be appropriate.

The amazing thing was looking through pictures from before I moved to Weehawken, from boxes of photos that I never looked at. So many shots, of the 42nd St. Art Project, of the cats, of Taming of the Shrew, of my first trip to Philadelphia in '93 or so, after the big March snow. Wow. I really used to take a lot of pictures.

Of course, if they had asked for pictures of women or cats or weddings, I could have found a lot more, but I had some from my first high school reunion of Robert and Scott, shots of Richard that I took for Ol' Mange, shots of Jeff from the Taming of the Shrew barbecue that I wouldn't have remembered about under torture without those pictures, even one of Beth's Jeremy from when I visited them a few years ago.

The one they chose was of Nik, I think from when we went to Philadelphia that time, wearing a baseball cap and turning to grin at the camera. I think it's funny that he is appearing in an Off-Broadway play as the husband of a widowed character. Nik is having his Off-Broadway debut before me, and he's not even an actor!

On the other hand, it is my Off-Broadway photography debut, and I think it's pretty cool.

So, I left the house a bit late (if I see the first spinning of the wheel on Price is Right, I know that I'm riding that ragged edge of disaster), but I knew that if I was lucky with the van, I could catch it up.

Well, it wasn't so bad on the van, but I didn't exactly make up the time, so I thought that I'd take a cab when I got into the city. But when I got into the city, there was a bus right there, so I took that uptown instead. When I got off, there wasn't a crosstown bus in sight, so I grabbed a cab.

I told him where I wanted to go, which was uptown from where I was, but he turned and went downtown a block and then went crosstown from there. I complained that I wanted to go uptown, and he mumbled something that I couldn't understand.

Of course, we were totally stuck in traffic, at an absolute standstill, and I was just fuming. What was the matter with this stupid cabbie? Why did he decide to cross town on this street when the street that we had been on was clearly better! Finally, I tossed some money at him and got out, stomping back to the street that I thought we should have stayed on.

Which was completely stopped as well. Because it was St. Patrick's Day and there is such a thing as a parade!

I cannot believe that I forgot, but I've never had to deal with the parade, because I never worked near 5th Ave. before. It took me 20 minutes to cross said Ave. and I was half an hour late for work. At least, unlike traffic in the Tunnel, nobody would think to disbelieve me--that parade is right there, and you can't cross the street any more than you can turn left on 1 & 9!

The show had eight people in the audience. Eight!

One of whom was my Big Boss, which I only found out today, because she did not stay. She was going to come tonight, but decided at the last minute to go yesterday, which I thanked her profusely for, because without her it would have been only seven, and our hearts would have snapped.

I got some decent laughs, and there're lots of reservations for tonight and tomorrow, so hopefully that's it for the hideously tiny audiences.

The song that I've been singing all day (besides "Holly Jolly Christmas", which really has to end sometime soon before I get beaten to death with a stuffed Easter Bunny):

"Where Do We Go From Here?" from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
The battle's done,
And we kind of won
So we sound our victory cheer
Where do we go from here?

Why is the path unclear?
When we know home is near
Understand
We'll go hand in hand
But we'll walk alone in fear
Tell me
Where do we go from here?

Today's horoscope:
Jealousy is in the air, and it's up to you to stop it from going any further. Stay indifferent to anything that doesn't directly involve you. Let others create and live through their own melodramas. Watch from the sidelines.

One year ago today:
These people, cavalierly booking time that they had no intention of using, these heartbreakers, leaving the computers pining!

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