Winter is here

Hi, readers!

Today was the fourth day of no heat here on Putnam Ave, but it's back now finally. Thank goodness, because it's friggin' cold out! I'm sitting on the couch right now blogging/watching The Christmas Story with Hudson and the lazy dog. I just emailed more rewrite lyrics to my composer. I'm not sure how to end our piece this week, but I've got some ideas. Have to figure it out quick though since it has to be rehearsed on Wednesday. ay yi yi.

Having no heat for four days sucks. Just layin' that out there. We had periods of no heat last winter, too. I'd love to find an apartment in an actual apartment building instead of in a house I think, because a landlord of an actual building is surely more likely to keep the heat and hot water working, right? Readers, let me know if you think this is true. I don't want to put in the effort to move and still wind up with a crummy landlord.

Okay. Mushy story time. I'm going to Vermont this weekend, and I'm thrilled, because I want to play in the snow, I want to look out the window on the amazing train ride, and I want to see a certain gentleman. Aforementioned gentleman is a total sweetheart and even got my train ticket for me AND on top of that, he upgraded me to a fancy class with bonus legroom, etc. How sweet is that? It's sickening.

Mushiness over! I saw two movies this weekend in an attempt to stay out of my freezing cold house for as long as possible. Anyway, A Christmas Tale, this French movie that's not so much about Christmas is it's about a dysfunctional family in an amazing house in Lille, is awesome and better than Rachel Getting Married. Rachel Getting Married starred a bunch of people being assholes to poor Bill Irwin and a weird cameos from Annaleigh Ashford, Daphne Rubin Vega, and Michelle Federer (what?). I wanted to smack everyone in the film and liked it far less than the French movie.

OMG. Remember when you believed in Santa?? How awesome was that? I used to believe someone lived on the northpole and had pet flying reindeer and could zip up my chimney? Really? I'm glad that i used to believe that. It makes me happy.

Right, I'm exhausted so this is a short entry. I'll write more tomorrow. Off to bed.

xo,
b

PS, if you're the aforementioned gentleman, I'm thinking of you.