California Dreaming

It's been a weird couple of days for me. I have decided not to pursue any jobs in summer theatres this year in order to plan the wedding. It's hard enough to plan an LA wedding from Boston, but it would be even harder from a remote location with iffy cell service.
I really hate Thursdays. I got suckered into teaching an after-school class to middle schoolers. The subject: Fashion Design. Did I mention that these kids are ghetto? Well, they are. Really fucking ghetto. I had them drawing their designs on male and female forms (Barbie and Ken- style with no genitalia) -- the scenario was that these two were on a date and the kids were supposed to give them appropriate attire for the occasion -- and I see one girl, B. has not only decided to put her female in little more than some skanky lingerie, but has also errrmmm.. enhanced the woman's bust about ten cup sizes. She and her friend, M. are giggling at it, as I walk by, so I look at it, and B. says to me, "She's a prostitute!"
I grinned at her and replied, "Yes, but this is a date, so she's not working tonight."
M. looks up at me and tells me that I'm really cool.

Thank God the ghetto 6th graders think that I'm cool.

It's sad that it felt warm today even though it never even hit 50 degrees. Also, there are no good roads to cruise on here. I miss the joy of driving. I think about that, and although if you ask me about this later, I'll never admit it to you, right now, I really miss California. Even and maybe especially, Riverside. Shitty air quality, brown craggy mountains, and giant flying cockroaches aside, I actually miss it. I miss being on the verge of too warm even in the evenings from mid-April through October. I miss the smell of the orange groves on a spring evening as you're driving down Victoria Ave. I miss hanging out and drinking and smoking half the night away with good friends in the back yard, that ugly fucking Corona bottle pinata softly bouncing against the patio cover in the breeze. I think that I might miss college. Fuck. That sucks. I didn't even like the whole education part of it that much -- but I think I might miss my friends. I'll be in California for a few days the first week of April, but even now, I know that it won't be the same, that I cannot recapture the nostalgic whimsy of my college years, that I am really a grown up now with an honest-to-God day planner that's blocked out to the minute.
I'm going out there to plan my wedding. We're actually gonna do it. It's kind of exciting and scary. Talk to me more about it on the 23rd of October. I might feel differently with it behind me. Life's a funny thing, but I don't really feel like laughing right now. Right now, I just really miss home.

that is all