Mornin'
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Bittersweet evening last night. I've been taking a lot of classes and workshops with a wonderful playwright/teacher, and she's moving to Seattle with her husband. She gave a free workshop last night as a gift for all of us who've worked with her. As always, she "opened a new window" ( and door ) to a piece I've been struggling with for a while. I'll miss her, BUT of course I'll see her in the fall; she'll be coming to see my play in November. And she'll get to meet DD. And he'll get to meet her.
Now, as Chekhov once said, via Neil Simon: "I must write. I must write."
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)