the neti pot and i got in a fight.

i think the neti pot won.

so here i sit waiting to crawl into bed and sleep for the next 20 hours, but first i thought i’d write down a few things i’ve been tossing around in my head today. i’ll even itemize them for you!

itemized thing the first:
walking home through a light mist of the beginnings of a rainstorm at the precise time that every bar in boston closes was probably a bad call on my part tonight. i was coming home from jeremy’s after a delightful evening of steel magnolias, lovely conversation, and tortilla chips, and i cannot count how many belligerent straight men in oversized button down shirts (when did that come back?), cell-phone wielding gay men (who are you talking to at 2:30 am?), gaggles of pencil-thin girls in shiny black pumps (how do your legs support your torso?), and less fortunate looking girls by themselves hailing taxis (drinking by yourself is less fun than drinking with friends). the piece de resistance of this entire mess was, of course, the gypsy bar. however many times i try to wrap my head around the idea of so many people in such a small stretch of sidewalk, i still can’t understand how they all fit there. i politely nudged my way through the sea of new friends exchanging numbers and screaming asian girls and made it home.

i’ve decided everyone should experience this at least once.

itemized thing the second:
while waiting for my train to boston in providence this evening, my eye caught a man helping his wife put her coat on. i noticed from the cane she was holding that she was blind, and thought it was lovely he was helping his wife out, until i noticed him holding an identical cane. they were both blind, with huge smiles on their faces as they joked with one another. it made me appreciate the special bond that they shared, they were in love and neither had ever seen the other. they didn’t have to bother with all of the shit that we throw into what we want in a partner because they can’t see. they were in love with each others’ invisible aspects, and that was incredibly beautiful to me.

i may develop this into something else, so i do apologize if it becomes something recurring.

itemized thing the third:
today’s thanks includes (but is not limited to):

1. jeremy, for giving me something to do on an otherwise solitary saturday night.
2. ed, for giving me a lovely boston-free evening when i desperately needed one.
3. my dad, for continuing to call me even though i suck more than a five dollar whore at keeping in touch with him.
4. the fact that several of the people i care very much about are coming back to boston tomorrow.
5. “nothing really matters” by madonna, for keeping me alert and getting me through an emergency design project tonight/this morning.

bitches and hoes.

the encore and i are in a fight.

so yes, i’ve decided that today is a happy day, thus warranting a smile.

why was it a happy day, you ask? oh well, let me tell you. after waking up in my own bed and showering in my [sort of] own shower, i went to work. it was quite a long day in admission land, but the day went by quickly thanks to some fabulous friends. i then went to rehearsal for “i sing!” which went fabulously, per usual. we pretty much finished blocking the show tonight, save for the finale, which we’re scheduled to do on sunday. and then i came back here and hung out with my book, which is going quite well.
i cannot believe that it was a very short time ago that i was freaking out about going to the audition for this show. i cannot begin to express my gratitude to the f.u.d.g.e. theatre company for taking a chance on me and casting me as a part of this amazing ensemble of people. it’s such a delight to have you all in my life, for real, girl.

oh and p.s. i totally got asked to design the brochure for pride day at faneuil hall today! so when you go to said event for pride this summer, and you’re reading a fabulously swank brochure with the list of events, remember that it’s your dear friend kylehemingway.com who designed it! so effing excited!

today i’m thankful for

1. the 1995 roundabout theatre cast recording of “company”, sustaining me until i get the original cast recording. and the new cast recording.
2. shannon rosa for getting better and returning to her usual sassy self.
3. last night’s amazing sleep.
4. my mom (sorry, i’m sappy).
5. the prospect of getting my first paycheck since december 15th on friday.

oh gosh, i should probably get to sleep, as i have another quite full day ahead of me. i’m anticipating boredom tomorrow evening, call me with plans, all you in boston.

kaythanks.

much love,
kyle

i moved back into my dorm room today. thank god. i’m so happy to be back in my own room in boston, without having to mooch off of my friends for places to stay anymore. i do have to admit, though, that i sort of miss home. this is the first time in my life i’ve ever just plain missed home. this break was the first one i’ve enjoyed being home for. although being able to see my fabulous friends from home helped a lot making me enjoy break.

but now i’m back here. i just rearranged all my furniture. i much prefer my new layout. my bed’s finally against a wall, which is something i needed. yes, joshua, it’s against the wall you had your bed against. you’re a fucking genius. what can i say?

i am thankful today for:

1. shannon and ivette’s amazing hospitality for the past two days, thank you guys so much!!
2. the fact that tomorrow we finish blocking “i sing!”
3. being back in my dorm room.
4. my mom, dunno why that’s there, i just am.
5. stephen sondheim, it’s been a great evening thanks to you.

in other news, have you seen the new iphone? it’s ridic. go to the apple website immediately and look at it. it’s so pretty.

i think i’m going to sleep now.

kaythanks. goodnight, moon.

hey kids!

just wanted to throw these out there, we’ve got some sound clips from rehearsals up on the website and you should check them out!

http://www.fudgetheatre.com/sound/ising/ising.mp3 
that’s the opening number.

http://www.fudgetheatre.com/sound/ising/allthechildrensing.mp3
that’s the act I finale.

http://www.fudgetheatre.com/sound/ising/howdoyouloveagirl.mp3
that’s my first solo (apologies in advance).

go listen. then buy a ticket.

in addition to looking like a bag lady, i also feel like one. gosh. that’s a first. i’m even beginning to think i am a bag lady. *shudders*

it’s alright. jesus is just over my right shoulder (the one on the left of the picture, for all of you life-impaired readers). that must be some sort of sign, right? a good one, i hope.

i need one of those.

yet still, i give thanks for

1. ed having aaa to help me when i locked my keys in my car.
2. joshua smith.
3. john oliveira.
4. dolly livingston.
5. the distractions that 2-4 provide me from my life.

i am currently watching audra mcdonald’s new year’s eve concert live from lincoln center on dv-r.

i am very happy right now.

this is mozart. he is the destroyer of worlds. don’t fuck with him. he’ll mess you up. gangsta style.

so, i’m home. this is a bit awkward. it’s my last weekend before moving back to school. i have to say that this short break has been the best one i’ve ever had. period. the people who are important to me right now really are the best people in existence. i do thank you all for being such amazing presences in my life. you all add something special and unique to my life that actually makes it worth living. i look back at last year around this time and see a lot of negative, a lot of not so amazing things happening to my life. it’s amazing to see what a transformation the past year has made in me. i look back at newly 2006′d kyle and ask him what the fuck he was thinking. i’ve learned so much from you guys. thank you all, each and every one of you, for whatever lessons i might have learned from you. i’m not mentioning names because a.) in true kyle fashion, i’ll forget people, and b.) i think you should know who you are if you are indeed one of these people.

enough with me being sappy, onto (what else) updates on my life! i know that’s what all y’all bitches read this thing for anyway. rehearsals for “i sing!” are going beautifully. the show really feels like it’s coming together, even though it’s in so many different pieces at the moment. i can’t wait to run it for the first time, no matter how many mistakes we make, it’ll be the first time it’s a completely cohesive unit.

oh yeah, and the sex scene.

i’m not sure i’m ready for a new semester to start. i suppose it’s going to happen whether i want it to or not so i may as well suck it up and flow with the stream.

wow, that was really positive of me. i’m losing my touch.

it clearly must be time for me to sleep. much love to everyone. i do hope you’re all sleeping well in warm, cozy, cuddly places. i’ve got mozart here with me and he’s all that and more.

today, i’m thankful for

1. being back in my own bed and not random couches for the first time in nearly a week.
2. jeremy for his gracious offer of his place as a potential crash for this weekend.
3. michelle currie for playing amazing music.
4. the magic chair in which i sat on wednesday night and belted out some tunes.
5. tim, brian, and ray for getting me out tonight.

goodnight world, and have a pleasant tomorrow.

and listen to “i will follow you into the dark” on the death cab for cutie album, “plans”. it is the most beautiful thing i have heard in a very long time.

as you can plainly see from today’s lovely photo, it’s beginning to look like i live on peoples’ couches. thankfully, i return to swansea tomorrow (christ, i never thought i’d ever find myself saying those words ever).

thankfully, this weekend promises to be full of distraction until my triumphant (semipermanent) return to boston!

that is all for now. goodnight, and have a pleasant tomorrow.