Saturday, June 27, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Catching up... (written throughout the day)
So I really should be tackling the disaster that is my room but that's just not very appealing to me at the moment. And I have few things to say.
First, a few weeks ago Kat and I went to this restaurant, High Cotton, in celebration of our college-going-ness and surviving the gov school (We'd been planning it all year. We were quite proud of the fact we actually did it). We dressed up and went on our "date." Unfortunately, the people at High Cotton thought we really were on a date. ( I mean with my edgy hair cut and Kat's pants, how could we not be?) So we were seated in the downstairs dining room. Now, if you haven't been to High Cotton, it's a nice restaurant. It's a little pricey. It's a restaurant for the more wealthy southern folk. (High Cotton...hmmm. the south and cotton. High cotton...Big plantations. Slaves...no way.) Anyways, we go down to the lower dining room, where a month or so earlier we had
fancy finger food with people who supported the school, and there are tables lining the wall next to the sidewalk. (This wall happens to be made of windows) All of the tables are filled along the windows except one. The rest of the tables in the dining room are empty. Naturally, it would make sense to seat us next to the window. Nope! We were seated along the other wall, away from the windows. And our order was taken with some weird sort of energy. ("LIKE OMG THEY'RE A COUPLE! GASP GASP GASP"...but of course, nothing was said.) We "ladies" were offered wine. When we informed our waiter that we were too young, we "girls" were later asked if we needed anything else. But that's beside the point. The next couple to arrive, made of one man and one woman, were seated at the window. How nice. We enjoyed our dinner of appetizers and desserts (because really, we can't afford High Cotton) and endured a little southern homophobic vibes throughout our meal.
And that's not the end of my story. The other night I was taping the receipt from dinner in my journal and I realized that High Cotton is part of this thing called Maverick Southern Kitchens. And I just have to laugh, having been Sarah Palin for Halloween. Of course they would give Kat and me weird vibes.
In other news, I watched the Tony's last night! YAY TONY!!! It was quite enjoyable, although Shrek the Musical kind of freaks me out, just a little. However, (now my govie is going to come out), something that was said really stood out to me. I believe it was said that this year was the highest grossing year on Broadway. (Also according to playbill.com: "The 63rd Annual Tony Awards, hosted by Harris June 7 at Radio City Music Hall, were viewed by 7.45 million people, a 19 percent increase from the previous season.") Now, this is like the ultimate IN YOUR FACE SUCKAS! moment for me, only it came a little too late. Long story short, my entire time spent in non-arts school was spent trying to prove that the arts were important and people cared and needed the arts. (and athletics sucked...) To no avail if you must know...So why did this stick out for me so much? Why care? As we are in an economic recession, a time of budget cuts and cutting back, it would probably be expected that Broadway shows would suffer. Tickets are expensive! But instead, in this time of don't buy anything unnecessary, Broadway, doesn't suffer (as much). And this only proves the necessity of art. We need it and we know we do (even if we don't always acknowledge it). If I've learned anything from Humanities class, it's this: Art thrives in hard times. Because as humans, we need a way to express those feelings associated with the hard times. And we can all relate to it. Perhaps that mentality can spread to other parts of the country. We need to understand the importance of art or at least feel the pull. I am in full support of arts education, (duh) but what might be even more important than a detailed education, is just to get people to experience it and then want more. They might not completely understand it, but something inside of them does.
And I should stop before I get incoherent or sappy, or both. In other Tony news, Bret Michaels got attacked by the scenery, Edie Falco is HOT, Angela Lansbury is old but talented, I'm going to see Hair when I go visit my NYC friends when I'm in Boston, Neil Patrick Harris was adorable and I'm still not going to be an actor.
In my life news, I'm playing with a soundbeam2 tomorrow, I went to the Y today and thought I was going to die, Nia Vardalos is beautiful, I'm still writing thank you notes for graduation, I'm babysitting this summer, and my step brother's engagement-y photographs are beautiful.
First, a few weeks ago Kat and I went to this restaurant, High Cotton, in celebration of our college-going-ness and surviving the gov school (We'd been planning it all year. We were quite proud of the fact we actually did it). We dressed up and went on our "date." Unfortunately, the people at High Cotton thought we really were on a date. ( I mean with my edgy hair cut and Kat's pants, how could we not be?) So we were seated in the downstairs dining room. Now, if you haven't been to High Cotton, it's a nice restaurant. It's a little pricey. It's a restaurant for the more wealthy southern folk. (High Cotton...hmmm. the south and cotton. High cotton...Big plantations. Slaves...no way.) Anyways, we go down to the lower dining room, where a month or so earlier we had
fancy finger food with people who supported the school, and there are tables lining the wall next to the sidewalk. (This wall happens to be made of windows) All of the tables are filled along the windows except one. The rest of the tables in the dining room are empty. Naturally, it would make sense to seat us next to the window. Nope! We were seated along the other wall, away from the windows. And our order was taken with some weird sort of energy. ("LIKE OMG THEY'RE A COUPLE! GASP GASP GASP"...but of course, nothing was said.) We "ladies" were offered wine. When we informed our waiter that we were too young, we "girls" were later asked if we needed anything else. But that's beside the point. The next couple to arrive, made of one man and one woman, were seated at the window. How nice. We enjoyed our dinner of appetizers and desserts (because really, we can't afford High Cotton) and endured a little southern homophobic vibes throughout our meal.And that's not the end of my story. The other night I was taping the receipt from dinner in my journal and I realized that High Cotton is part of this thing called Maverick Southern Kitchens. And I just have to laugh, having been Sarah Palin for Halloween. Of course they would give Kat and me weird vibes.
In other news, I watched the Tony's last night! YAY TONY!!! It was quite enjoyable, although Shrek the Musical kind of freaks me out, just a little. However, (now my govie is going to come out), something that was said really stood out to me. I believe it was said that this year was the highest grossing year on Broadway. (Also according to playbill.com: "The 63rd Annual Tony Awards, hosted by Harris June 7 at Radio City Music Hall, were viewed by 7.45 million people, a 19 percent increase from the previous season.") Now, this is like the ultimate IN YOUR FACE SUCKAS! moment for me, only it came a little too late. Long story short, my entire time spent in non-arts school was spent trying to prove that the arts were important and people cared and needed the arts. (and athletics sucked...) To no avail if you must know...So why did this stick out for me so much? Why care? As we are in an economic recession, a time of budget cuts and cutting back, it would probably be expected that Broadway shows would suffer. Tickets are expensive! But instead, in this time of don't buy anything unnecessary, Broadway, doesn't suffer (as much). And this only proves the necessity of art. We need it and we know we do (even if we don't always acknowledge it). If I've learned anything from Humanities class, it's this: Art thrives in hard times. Because as humans, we need a way to express those feelings associated with the hard times. And we can all relate to it. Perhaps that mentality can spread to other parts of the country. We need to understand the importance of art or at least feel the pull. I am in full support of arts education, (duh) but what might be even more important than a detailed education, is just to get people to experience it and then want more. They might not completely understand it, but something inside of them does.
And I should stop before I get incoherent or sappy, or both. In other Tony news, Bret Michaels got attacked by the scenery, Edie Falco is HOT, Angela Lansbury is old but talented, I'm going to see Hair when I go visit my NYC friends when I'm in Boston, Neil Patrick Harris was adorable and I'm still not going to be an actor.
In my life news, I'm playing with a soundbeam2 tomorrow, I went to the Y today and thought I was going to die, Nia Vardalos is beautiful, I'm still writing thank you notes for graduation, I'm babysitting this summer, and my step brother's engagement-y photographs are beautiful.
And I got this thing!^^^ It really works! It's made by Zyliss. Mine is green. I haven't named it.
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