Sweet Kisses

A year ago on Friday, I got into NYU. I also had gone home sick from school. I fell asleep on the couch in the basement, face down on my calculus textbook. I woke up to my mom shaking me, saying,"Heather, wake up! Jon's here!" See, right now that seems like a pretty normal statement. But a year ago, it was a huge thrill. We'd been on one date (Donato's before rehearsal), and I was a giggly mess over him. He came down with three roses and we made it official. I couldn't stop smiling. Our first kiss was the sweetest kiss of my life. A few days later, I got scared (as usual). So I ran - only to run right back after about a week. Another first kiss under the mistletoe. More sweet kisses that eventually became mono. I don't remember much from that mono time, but I do remember waking up to Jon stroking my hair or holding my hand. I don't know what went wrong. I didn't know how to cope with open, true feelings. I was scared. And I lost him. It took me very little time to realize what a fool I was, but unfortunately I was too late. Seeing him with someone else made me ill. I wanted him back, but I knew I had to wait my turn, if I ever got another. And I did. I knew I was in love with him when he fell asleep on my couch watching Bull Durham. Our third first kiss...I swear there were fireworks. After that, it all fell into place. We both knew it was right. I spent a wonderful summer in his arms, and we've survived the distance these past few months. And now, we've made it to a year. Me. A year. Who would have guessed we'd see this day.
Jon, this has been a crazy year. You came into my life so unexpectedly, at a time when I had all but given up on the idea of a nice guy. You taught me how to trust. You've made me happier than I can ever tell you. I love you so much. I wish I could tell the world what you mean to me, but a blog post will have to do. I am so lucky to have you in my life. Thank you for taking a chance on me. Here's to many more anniversaries.
"And you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it."

Puddies

After entirely too much delay, here are the quotes from the hoo-ha after Cabaret. Enjoy, my dears.

On Power Rangers:
Steve: Amy Jo is hot. (Yes, that's Amy Jo Johnson of the Power Rangers.)

"The battle scenes would always be first the little puddy, then the rekindled would come. 'Oh shit, the puddies are here.'” (??)

"This is not Power Rangers, I can’t operate here."

Joseph: And he played his flute for Zoron.
Steve: NO – it’s Zor – DON.
Till: Zor-Dorks! What are you talking about?!

On Friendly Relations:
Heather: “Hi, Ellie”
Ellie: “Hi, Heather”
Jon: “Hi, Coaster”
Hannah: “Hi, Timer”

Gabe: So, Wyn, you live like three blocks from me. So why don’t you walk?

Hannah: Here are the teams: Team awesome and Team Not Quite as Awesome as Team Awesome.


On Belly Buttons:
Lina: Mine’s just the never-ending hole of doom.

And now for something completely different:
Lina: I feel like making a little cabin for my head…

Teddy: The world is your kindlery.

Lina in reference to Hannah: Puppy in the uterus.

Till: She has gotten so good at it that all she has to do is look at the starburst and it unwraps itself.

Some Good Advice:
Wyn: Alcohol is bad when mixed with cops.



Friends Forever

WOW

AAAAAAAAAHHHH!
OK, so I know it's been forever and a day since I posted. And I really am sorry.
So there were many requests for an update on the Hoo-Ha that was Cabaret weekend. As it's been almost two weeks, I don't have the details in my head anymore. But it was a really amazing weekend. It was sooooo good to see everyone. Those of you who performed: WOW. I was totally blown away by the talent on that stage. And general hanging out with everyone was perfect, it really was. I missed falling asleep with my friends around me. =)
So I saw Harry Potter last night. WOW. Sooooo good. Voldemort is terrifying, Daniel Radcliffe is a stud and a half, and the effects were incredible. Definately my favorite movie of the series. And spent with good company. =)
Here's a thought:
There are so many things about home that are so easily taken for granted. Like thermometers. I notice these little absences on a regular basis, and this week it was spices. You never imagine that you won't have basil or curry at youor fingertips. You never think that food could be bland without remedy. I miss spices.

Trick or Treat

Halloween in the Village is awesome. It's like the crazy side that we try (and usually fail) to hide is allowed out for one night. And we embrace that opportunity.
I was a southern belle in a poofy purple dress. Rachel was an angel in lime green sneakers. Somewhere after a bottle of wine or three, we wandered the Village and joined in the madness. So much fun. Probably the best "I survived midtemrs" celebration ever. But I wish I had more candy.

I'll be home this weekend, and I can't wait. I'm so pumped for Cabaret - I'm ready to be proud of all my proteges. And it'll be nice to be home in general.

I have to do laundry.

My hair is nearly blonde again.