Do I wake or sleep?

This beautiful, lovely light--I want to lie in it, bathe in it, run around in it, drink it...It's so lovely, this endless, shimmery, tactile thing that dances on your eyelids.

Jordan sent me an email--he wants to shoot me again, and asked if it was warm enough. The last time we shot on my roof, I was shivering the entire time. Well, most of the time. We got some good shots but I was not enjoying it. But soooon, it will be warm enough for me to dance naked through the streets of Manhattan.

I can't wait until May and June and July, when we can start having cookouts. I miss cookouts since moving up to NYC, and now I have a place and so does Mike where we can both have them. Grilled burgers! Beer! Music! Margaritas! Corn on the cob!

Today I also went down to FIT, where I had an appointment to meet with the model coordinator. Things happened very quickly--I booked 5-6 sessions right there, got an FIT ID card (the picture is terrible) and filled out tax papers in their HR department. I am now an official model for the Art and Design Department with FIT.

Sleeping in Tomorrow opened yesterday. We had a final runthrough on Saturday and then a line-through yesterday afternoon before the performance. It went...okay. People got way too flustered because of stupid stuff--people were dropping lines, jumping them, Wael entered from the wrong doorway (on the other side of the stage, even). It's frustrating. And the fifteen minutes in, fifteen minutes out thing is a huge logistical PITA for such a prop-heavy show as ours. And I cannot stress enough how enormously frustrating it is for me to say certain notes 4, 5, 6 times. Wael, AGAIN, anticipate the gnocchi bowl so you're not scrambling to get in place for that pose. Lauren, AGAIN, build "I am a Jewess...I am a Jewess!" and stop smiling so much through "I am a married-to-a-lawyer Jewess"--it interferes with your diction on that line. I really get tired of repeating these notes. *Sigh* I'm so tired. I'm glad the show's up but I'm very tired and looking forward to having some evenings back.

After the show Paul, Jason, Duncan, Heidi, Paula, Dawn, Chris and Wael came over to my apartment for drinks and Jewish food (whitefish salad, tidbits in cream, smoked salmon). Lots of drinks. I was making drinks for a good 15 minutes when everyone first arrived. No one wanted beer, it seemed; everyone wanted margaritas or martinis. My drink maker got a workout. (Props to Jason for helping me out by getting crackers when we ran out.) Tatia didn't really hang out too much with us--I think she was a bit spooked because there were so many people in the apartment.

It was a lot of fun. We had the now-obligatory Ehud-bashing moments, Tatia embarrassed me by drinking out of the toilet bowl (she has plenty of fresh water, she was just misbehaving), I whipped around a picture of me that Peter Gorman shot. At one point we were listening to the BCR of Chess and I said how much I'd love to do that role. Yet another thing I need to produce. You know there's nothing I've done that he'd be ashamed of, in my whole life/Why'd you have to do this to me?...Well, at least she's a good-looking spy... Dawn brought a bottle of flavored gin, flavored with hot peppers or something. It was pretty good. I generally don't care for gin but this had quite a bite to it. Eventually everyone except Paul took off and the two of us hung out and talked about Hair. Paul would like to be seen for Berger, although I see him more as Claude. My apartment is a bit messy this morning, though, and the bottom of one of my martini glasses was broken off somehow (no biggie, I can glue it). Hosting is a lot of work, but I think I'd like to cram in a pumpkin-carving party--this weekend, I guess. *Sigh*

Jordan is coming over tonight with my nude silhouettes.