Where am I?

I had a pretty restful, enjoyable weekend in the balmy resort locale of Chestertown. Good people, great weather, good eats, good watchin'. I wouldn't exactly recommend The Brothers Grimm, unless watching children being devoured by spider-horses and Ginger-mud men is your idea of fun. If so, I won't dare judge you. Freak. It's good to see that some things never change. Michael Moore is still holding down the fort, Dale hasn't aged, the dining hall is full of barely edible tripe. Most importantly, I'm still squatting in Middle Hall. No one bats an eyelash any more.
I also realized a few things this weekend. Most prominently, I really take my car for granted. I've only been a motorist for twenty months or so, but I really have taken a shine to the notion of controlling my own destiny...in the Mid-Atlantic, when I can spare the gas money. However, gas money being an obvious concern this weekend, I clung to the undercarriage of Mikey's Corolla Love Wagon and rode it across the Bay Bridge. It seemed like a good idea until I started jonesing for some Subway and had no means of obtaining it. I wasn't crazy about walking to Proc's or Arby's either. That's right...I was so hungry, I ate at ARBY'S. So expenses be damned, next time I will take my rickety golden steed by the reins and ride that nag until it drops. I'll hit up O'Connor's, too, and visit my friend Bob Mooney, a.k.a. Javier Lopez.
Realization the second is that I am still in a constant state of flux and transition in my life. This is nothing new, really. I have been out of college for a year and a half, but I'm still finding my way back there a lot. It's a place of comfort for me, with all its memories and familiarities, but I go back to see the people. Although it's sobering to realize that of my closest friends, only three are left at WAC, they are still important enough to me to justify going back on free weekends. At the same time, I still feel strong ties to home as well. Obviously, my grandmother's condition is a major factor. It's also that I just don't like being alone. This condo is almost always empty on the weekends, and I'll be damned if I'm staying here and throwing myself a Lord of the Rings Trilogy Party. So, this essentially means that I'm living in one place, but spending most weekends in one of two other places. Everyone I really care about is scattered across Maryland, and essentially, so am I. Nothing about my life feels settled, which is exactly where I was in January...August of '04...you get the idea. I'm sure it's not just me. The mid-twenties (ack) suck for most people, right?
So what do I do to battle the melancholy? Write, dammit. Dale commissioned me to write a short scene for his Duchamp Redux performances, and it was a great sort of feeling. I've been pretty lacking in self-motivation, so it was a novel sort of surprise to be challenged: "Write something." It was what I needed. So if finally plopping down and churning out a new play means that I have to be horse-whipped by a good friend, I hope one or more of you won't mind picking up the slack. If you want to see my short play "Hyperbole", though, you will just have to come down to C-town and check out Duchamp Redux, September 29-30 and October 1. All proceeds go to the Red Cross, so it's even serving a humanitarian purpose. And who knows? Maybe I've got something else up my sleeve. Wink wink.

Current Music: Brad - The Day Brings