Last night I went to my alma matter (the old staten island stomping grounds) and saw Threepenny Opera. It was dec. My heart almost burst with pride for Regan. He is an angel from heaven. And that voice!!! My goodness.
It is always strange to go back to Wagner. I get this really weird feeling that I had never actually gone there and that I just had a dream that I did. Everyone looks young and the entire feeling of the school seems to lack whatever it was that drew me there in the first place. At the same time I miss going to 301 and just sitting around chat chitting or watching movies or being hung over and walking to brunch. Going back there is like unearthing a buried friend. You hope that they are going to be all preserved just the way you remember them, but it turns out it is just bones. Wagner is just bones.
I am about to depart to Mdme. Tussaud's Wax Museum to entertain Girl. It will most likely be a most excellent adventure because I enjoy making a scene. However, I am prepared to go to jail for stealing the Jonas Brothers new wax figures... I plead the fifth already.
Happy first day of March!
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