Pamela Ribon

Month: August 2002

  • I Think I Might Be Hungover

    Well, at least I finally got some sleep. Somewhere after three in the morning last night I finally went to bed. I just took the most memorable shower. This place has a shower that feels like a car wash. I started laughing in there, it was so sarcastic. “Oh, you need a shower?” SPLOOOSSSHHH! It…

  • I Think I Might Be Tired.

    Happy birthday, Mommy. So it’s two in the morning and I still haven’t gone to sleep. I figure if I don’t write about my day now I might not ever put it all down. There was a diner in Long Island with the cheapest breakfast I’ve ever had. Then unpacking, email, showering, phone calls. No…

  • No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn

    It’s almost one in the morning. I’ve now given up on the theory that I could get a tiny bit of sleep. I’m on an airplane, you see, headed towards New York City. We took off close to an hour ago. We land in not too long — about four hours. Will I get a…

  • “Well, Turn It Up, Man!”

    It’s ten in the morning. My neighbors across the street, the ones who said we were way too loud all the time, are currently blasting Cream. It’s so loud that at first we thought it’d had to be one of our next-door neighbors, like Little Drummer Boy or the Fighting Daughters of the Guesthouse. But…

  • The Baby Tug

    I’m exhausted. It’s been a busy week full of meetings, rehearsals, performances, planning, writing, rewriting, contracts, phone calls, cleaning and meeting deadlines. In fact, yesterday was going to be my “light” day, and I filled it with research and a marathon cleaning session, as the state of my house was so out of control that…

  • Losin’ It

    So, it’s official. I’ve lost my mind. It’s been a pretty stressful couple of weeks around here, and things are about to get pretty hectic, so my mind has been in many places at once. It also happens to be a time when every event that we’ve been saving up to see is now occurring.…

  • Measure for Measure

    A couple of months ago my friend Liz and I went shopping. She was looking for a camisole for an upcoming show, so we hit a few lingerie stores. This, of course, led us to Victoria’s Secret. I felt conspicuous holding my Coffee Bean cup as I fingered lace tops, watching the salesladies watch me.…

  • Classy.

    Wednesday night I had planned on updating, but my Queer as Folk forum was attacked with a two-hour case of trolls which took a manibajillion years to clean out on a dial-up. By midnight, I was way too pissed off to update. That was the night of Funky Chicken, a chicken I took out of…

  • “She’s So LA.”

    Ugh. I did that thing where you get yourself all worked up to work out and then you over workout trying to be a bad ass and you feel bad for the rest of the day. Where I live there’s a reservoir with a track that runs around it. I guess it’s about 2.5 miles.…

  • No Money, Mo Problems

    You know those days when you turn over your change jar and shake out all the quarters and then sadly you realize you have a bank account balance that would only please a twelve-year old? It’s one of those days. I hate stressing about money, and that’s the main thing going on today. I also…