So it’s about time I write an extremely long, girly entry. I’m excited.
I’m not confused, just taken aback. That’s all. I knew who he was, and he cast me as one of two women in his new musical. I played the random girl in the song cycle that acted as everyone’s girlfriend, while at the same time seeming like some sort of guardian angel for the main character (which was basically Adam in song cycle-form). He called me to let me know he had decided to cast me in the part. “I want you to be my girl!” he said. My immediate thought was “Great! Could I be in your show, too?,” but I was only brave enough for the “Great!” to escape my lips. We’re going on 4 weeks together, two of which we’ve been over 20 hours away from one another. I never thought I’d trust someone so quickly and fall for someone so easily.
Maybe it was the reminders during the two amazing weeks we were together. There were all of these subtle wedding and marriage references that I noticed…although I notice those with every semi-serious relationship I think I’m getting myself into. On my first date with 31-year-old Asian opera guy, it was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, so we went on a walk on the North-side by Ludlow. We passed this church that neither of us had seen before. The front doors were open, so we decided to run up the stairs and take a peek. We didn’t get far, because an actual wedding ceremony was occurring at that moment, so we had to sneak back down the stairs and pretend like we were never there. But even with that, he made me uneasy. Maybe it was an age thing. I was 20, he was 31…which is the exact age bracket my mom and dad were when they were wed. So no, maybe age wasn’t it. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, everything happens for a reason, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Funny story: I actually began dating Asian guy the week before I met Adam. We went on a few dates and while reading about all of the meanings for the songs Adam wrote that were included in the show, I saw the description for the title song that I sing in the show, “Giving Up Later.” The first lines of the song were:
“On your ribs, I place my hands. You take a breath, your chest expands so far. Could you fill it with me? Oh, fill those lungs up with me?”
The description said that he had written the song for one of his friends that was dating an opera singer at the time (deep breathing exercises, opera singers, all that jazz). So I told Adam what a coincidence! “I just started dating an opera singer last week!” …Not even realizing he had a thing for me…two days later he took the cast out to see Indy Jones 4, and dropped some not-so-subtle hints to me…even though he knew I was already dating opera singer guy. That night, we made plans to go to the “Taste of Cincinnati” the following night, and spent that night and every subsequent night together until we both left Cincinnati two weeks later.
ANYWAY, one week after we began “going together,” he had to leave town for one of his best friends’ weddings in Indiana. We must’ve talked to each other six times in those busy 48 hours. We talked about the future early on. I’m into commitment, not so much flings, so if this didn’t work out, I knew I would be crushed…I’m crazy like that. We talked of dating theatre vs. non-theatre folk, and the complications that arose with both. Theatre people are insane, but we both wanted to be with someone who understands what you want and how your lifestyle works as a performer. It’s hard to find the latter outside of your own profession. Agree?
When performances of Giving Up Later began, his relatives began showing up at each one. His favorite aunt and uncle were able to come see a show and wanted to take Adam and I to dinner beforehand. We had been together for two weeks at this point, and it sort of frightened me that I didn’t hesitate to have dinner with his closest relatives. My parents and little brother drove up from Louisiana to see the show the same night Adam’s mother and his family friends drove down. Adam and I decided everyone would meet everyone at dinner before our last show and it would either be one of two things: Unbearably awkward or only slightly awkward. Thankfully, things were only slightly awkward and Adam didn’t end up clawing his good eye out. OH. By the way, Adam has glaucoma. He has extremely narrow tunnel vision in his Left eye. I always want to walk on his left so he won’t run into anything, but he always wants me to walk on his right so he can look at me with googly eyes. He’s cute like that. …So we had met the parents by the end of our second full week together, and still liked each other just as much as when we first met.
The next day (I think it was June 8th) was the day we both left Cincinnati. I was unsure if I was going to New York in August at that point, so we really didn’t know if we would see each other at all…but we both wanted to keep whatever we had going. It would’ve been stupid to just throw it away because of distance issues. It’s been the longest week and a half, since I’ve had class every weekday morning, and Pal Joey rehearsal every night. I get home at 11 (midnight his time) and call him to see if by some miracle he’s still awake. He was able to purchase a plane ticket to New Orleans to see me on the 27th, and I can’t wait to see him. He’s spending the weekend here, and as of the 28th, we’ll have only been together 5 weeks. I like him, and I can’t stop thinking about it, even though we’ve only known each other for such a short amount of time. I’m not scared, I’m just amazed. That’s all.
*******Since I only write in my LJ once a year, I decided to give some shoutouts.
*I am PISSED that I missed Erica & Jer’s murder mystery for my two seconds on stage in Pal Joey. Eff that shat. Hope y’all had a blastecyst.
*Sarah Jackson = NBF.
*ChristopherRyanWoods.
*Brian Falgids: we must find out if they always leave that Tulane dance room open. …genius.
*Giving Up Later DVD viewing party will happen come this Sunday for those interested in seeing it. It should be pretty good.
*It’s hilarious / ridiculous that I have 34 photo albums on my facebook starting with the summer of 2006. Wow.
I feel: |
 hopeful |
Jamming out to: |
Ian and Katie singing "I Could Write A Book" |
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