I’m no Erika Moen.
The song I’m talking about is actually “We Do Not Belong Together,” ironically enough. But, Isaac and Kara and I? That’s a different story.
More word on those minis soon …
FACT: I have the best friends with the cutest kids. I mean, this is a four year old wearing her Scarlet Witch cosplay to the airport. This is perfect.
FACT: I can’t draw kids to save my life.
I think she likes me.
(Also, I totally failed to capture how she was leaning on that bike rack. This is my completely not-secret-at-all shame for all eternity.)
I’m a petty dick.
I’m a dick. I mean, there are limits to it, but I’m a dick.
And yes, Heather calls me Hagrid. She’s determined to turn it into a thing.
I am deep and articulate.
About a year ago, I saw Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog at Funhouse Lounge. The man playing Dr. Horrible was good. He was really good. So good that I went from repeating my usual “I could do it better” in my head to having to admit that he was capable of things I wasn’t.
My date told me that he was exactly the kind of friend I needed to make in the Portland theater community. I laughed.
Tonight, I got to see him perform this role again and as close as we have become since then, I saw his character and not him on that (beautifully tiny) stage.
I consider this our friend anniversary until I take the time to find the exact date, Isaac. I love you, dude.
Drinking from my Mount Hood pint glass and working through the big feelings.