seasons of love....

Tonight was full of a couple of interesting events. Derek was asked for play the piano for Anthony Rapp, of RENT fame, at the Wang Theatre tonight as part of his book tour for Without You. Derek had met him previously through other things so it was great for him to see Anthony again. I only had a brief opportunity to meet him, because of work, but Derek introduced us and he was very sweet and congratulated us on our marriage, etc. It was cool to hear him read from his book and sing his part of Seasons of Love live.

After I left there, I had to go to the Bay Room at the Hotel Commonwealth for the launch party of the Boston Magazine Concierge edition. I went, had my complimentary glass of wine, and promptly left. It was a nice bar and a nice event, but I was there for work and there really wasn't anyone that I needed to connect with or introduce myself as most of the people were from random businesses in Boston that have no connection to the arts or to our marketing plans. Hey, I got a nice glass of wine and some few fun eats so I guess it's not all bad right?

when you just want to unwind....

A friend of mine introduced me to the music of Michael Buble. I think there are probably plenty of people who knew about him, but I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes. After listening to a few of his songs repeatedly I decided to finally go and buy both of his CDs. I must say that I really enjoy listening to him. He is the perfect music for when you just want to relax in a hot bath or simply lie around and rest. I highly suggest listening to Home or Song For You. They are my favorites at the moment!

a person can develop a cold....

In an effort to fend off a cold I have been drinking Green Tea with Echinacea and sucking on Cold-EEZE drops all day. I don't think it is working. The longer I am at work, the worse I am beginning to feel. I have gone through so many kleenex/napkins that I think my nose....well you don't need to know the details.

It's very rare that I get sick. I get the sore throat/cold sniffles maybe once a year and then I am good to go. I think that is why I am so much more whiny and pitiful when I actually do get sick. I'm just not used to it. All I want to do is lie on the couch with something warm to eat/drink and have D sit and cuddle with me. Now I realize this lends him to getting sick too, but frankly if he hasn't gotten it yet, chances are he is safe.

I have plenty of sick time built up at work and could very easily take a day, but there is so much work to be done with the show opening next week that I can't make myself take the day. If I did I would be checking my email constantly and worrying whether or not the program was going to meet its deadline, etc. I know! I know! If I don't take the day, I shouldn't complain.....

what do you really think of me.....

Do me a favor, go to the following website (http://kevan.org/johari?name=Timothy+D) and click on the five or six words that you think best describe me. PLEASE BE HONEST. I think the best way to see into one's self is to see how other people view you. Thanks in advance!

the rules of the game....

Now let me preface this post by saying that I in no way think that heterosexual sex is disgusting and gross. It's not my cup of tea, but Tonya, D and I were laughing and joking during the weekend and the following developed as a result of our joking around. If you are easily offended or faint of heart, might be best to skip this one.

D and I have both had experiences with girls before coming out of the closet. Mine was limited to a finger, whereas my husband was in for much more. Tonya likes to tease us about that time in our lives. Recently we were talking about that part of the female body and I refered to it using my favorite word, "cooter". Things progressed and we began to reference my finger as "the cooterfinger". The term has now come to mean the condition one has if they have had relations with a woman. We decided that there should, however, be an expiration date on how long you can teased for having cooterfinger. Below are the rules:

I will use myself as an example. My one and only incident that resulted in cooterfinger happened when I was 18 years old. My cooterfinger will not go away until I am 36 years old. In other words you have to wait double the age of the last event.

Let's say you are gay, but feel that one day a girl might turn you on and you decide to try it again. (We are no longer using me as an example here kids!). So if, at age 35, you get the cooterfinger again after a 15 year hiatus, you then must wait for expiration until age 70. It's a sad day for a few of my friends!

We haven't really delved into what this means for girls. I mean I imagine most masturbate so that pretty much gives them permanent cooterfinger right?

Happy Birthday.....

I am leaving this weekend for Pittsford, NY to celebrate the birthday of one of my favorite little people. (No!, not that kind of little person.) Kate is our best friend Tonya's daughter who will be celebrating her 6th Birthday. She was the flower girl in our wedding this past summer and has has grown into such an intelligent little grown up. Her memory is so good that she gets Uncle D, Uncle Tim and Mommy in trouble way too often for remembering things we have said. Next month they are going to take a trip out here to see us so that we can visit NYC to take Kate to the American Girl Store and to a Broadway show. (She and Uncle D are going to see Beauty and the Beast while Mommy and Uncle Tim sneak over to see Mr. Connick, Jr. in his PJs.) She is already in love with certain musicals and will never forget the day when Stephanie J. Block called her "sweet sugar" at the stage door of the Wicked tour in Toronto. I count myself very lucky to be her "Uncle Tim".

Also this weekend we will be seeing a production of Miss Saigon in which her cousin Brady will be playing Tam. Brady and his sister Marcy were adopted from overseas by two great parents who are giving them a life they never would have had before. I get to see these kids at least a few times a year and it is always some of my favorite weekends. They have such an amazing spirit and innocence that reminds me of how great life can really be sometimes.

Mr. Prestridge Goes to Washington

Growing up, I was never involved in politics. It wasn't until I came out of the closet and became heavily involved in the arts that I started paying attention to how government worked. Now, I'm all fired up. I just spent the last few days in Washington at a Arts Advocacy conference. I had the privilege of meeting with the Arts Legislative Assistants from Rep. Tierney, Rep. Markey, and Rep. McGovern's offices. It was amazing to be able to sit down with them face to face and talk about the impact that the arts have had on our state, their district, and specific organizations like Stoneham. It really made me want to become more involved in the political side of the arts and policy legislation/appropriations.

On a more exciting note, I got to meet Alec Baldwin on Monday. I went to an ArtsPAC Fundraiser for Americans for the Arts and he was there. I introduced myself and we ended up having a good five minute conversation about the theatre, etc. It was a very cool experience. I felt like such an adult this weekend, not a bad feeling.

Tagging is such a dirty word......

My friend Joe did it to me, so I pass the torch onto those I've tagged. So the rules are, once you've been tagged you have to write a blog with 6 weird things/habits about yourself. In the end you need to list 6 other people to tag and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment saying "You've been tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog...

1. I have an unhealthy obsession for fruit snacks. - You know those packs of colored gummy type things that can be Scooby-Doo, Dora the Explorer, or Disney Princesses. Yep, I eat em all. I get very sad when I look in my cubboard and there are none to be had.

2. I want a funny, Asian lesbian friend. - This stems from my love of the movie Under The Tuscan Sun. I guess in all truth I would like Sandra Oh to be my friend, but a funny, asian lesbian will do. She must resemble Sandra's character in the movie though. If anyone knows of where said lesbian can be found, send her my way.

3. I still sleep with a stuffed animal. Now, when D is home, the animal stays beside the bed on the chest of drawers. However, if alone, my Pound Puppy, "Puppy Dawg" (pronounced DAWG in your best southern drawl) crawls into the bed with me to keep me company and keep the bad things making noise in my kitchen at bay. Yes, I'm 27 and being alone in the dark still freaks me out a little.

4. Airports make me cry. So I suppose this is more of what goes on there. I am usually at the airport to go home to see my Mom and when I have to leave AL and my Mom, I always cry. It's always the same scenerio, we say our goodbyes and pretend like we are not about to lose it and then I turn and run to security so that we both can cry. It's not pretty. Also, D proposed to me at an airport and I cried then too. See it's a pattern.

5. When I was little I thought I was a Care Bear. I lived in the deep country of AL surrounded by a horse pasture and a very large yard and then the woods. One Christmas I was given Champ Bear of the Care Bears. After that I had a slight obsession and would proceed to step onto our front lawn, raise my shirt and try my damndest to do the Care Bear Stare. Many evildoers were eliminated in Borden Springs, AL due to my supernatural gifts.

6.I laugh at so many inappropriate things. This one is quite similar to my friends Joe's but very appropriate to me too. My friends and I, especially Tonya, Marty, and Lindsay revel in all this inappropriate. I could list the many horrible things that we find amusing, but surely writing them down would cause me to burn in everlasting torment. For example, at Thanksgiving we went to Tonya's sisters house. I was surprised to learn that I would be going to mass that morning. I was not raised Catholic and have no idea of the practices and to top it off I haven't stepped in a church in over 8 years. The whole experience struck a chord and we chuckled all through the service. I couldn't help it.

I've tagged Alex B., Dan M., Kevin M., Jimmy P., Daniel M., and Mandy C.

at last.....

Here I am, Sunday, the final day of my two weeks of hell. I am sitting in the box office awaiting a meeting with the gentlemen who set today's Italian American event at the theatre in motion so that we can be able to go through the VIP tickets and make sure that everyone is sat where they should be and no one will get offended. A feat I really don't believe is possible. However, once the everyone picks up their tickets and the reception starts the bulk of my load will be finished. At that point the Event Committee will have taken over and will be serving shrimp and chesse and getting everyone all wined up for the show. And once the show comes down, we clean up, I go home and sleep better than I have slept in weeks. No more huge projects looming over my head...well at least for a couple weeks. To make this even better, next week is Spring Break for Boston University so I will have Monday and Thursday night free next week which is truly a novelty.

Next weekend I fly off to Washington for the National Arts Advocacy Conference. I will get to hang out with Kevin M. for a day or so and live up my old stomping grounds complete with a night of Showtunes at JRs. It will be great to see all my old friends and have a few drinks with them. I really miss most of my friends. Moving up to the Boston area was the best thing for my career and of course for my wonderful husband, but since graduating from undergrad I have been constantly moving and leaving behind some really wonderful people in my life. Some I have had the opportunity to reconnect with and some I fear I will never see or hear from again. Jim D. if you by some chance stumble upon this, give me a call okay!?!

it's out of my hands...

On Wednesday I electronically submitted my grant and then drove the support materials down to the MCC headquarters. It has been a very long time since I have felt a sense of accomplishment that large. I wanted to do a little dance right there in the middle of the MCC lobby, but I restrained! That's the first stage of my week of hell over. Next up I have a big special event on Sunday night for the Italian American community. Once those two events are over my life will be so much more relaxed. Spring Break is next week and I have a lot of catching up to do as far as school is confirmed. I have been so focused on the grant and this event that I haven't had time to really focus on the client project for consulting. Send me love!