My wonderful friend Megan and I did an absolutely fabulous (if I do say so myself) production of The Importance of Being Earnest with The Lead Players Theatre Co., which she founded in all her brilliance (and I helped). Check us out in the link!! So in other news, I am back, and about to kick my own back back into shape. See you soon!!
As the sun starts to peek out from behind the unusually grey February clouds, a young woman’s mind turns to Festival Season: where the flower crowns fund Etsy shops for the winter months, and CamelBak sales are at their urban retail peak. Aside from the one vacation day a year I ration for the glory of overpriced beer and extortive merchandising, my favorite festivals mean a weekend sighting of the Bay Brigadoon: my Bestie, BFF, Biffles, the Only Long Distance Relationship I Believe In, the notorious Mr. Zen. Z and I became friends only after I annoyed the hell out of him for four years, but it was 6th grade and I was in love with him so he forgave me for it. When High School hit I developed a solid sense of General Anger and he was there to remind me to give less fucks, if any at all, and we’ve been friends ever since. He built a computer in High School, knows more about software engineering and lucid dreaming than anyone I’ve ever met, and will probably only grow smarter, which both fills me with pride and a sort of creeping terror because I’m gonna have to keep up with all that. In the meantime he wears goggles to my bandana just for fun, and backs me up when people make fun of my pants. We’re almost definitely getting married, but we’ve got a lot of music to get through first.
This is Sam. He works with Lemon in the trenches of Feature Co., the heartless engine of film making enterprise. He likes Funko Pop figurines, Superman, pink donuts, days when no one asks him to do pointless things, and making fun of his frequent existential crises. He dislikes disappointing company perks, when the phone rings, and thinking about credit card debt. Most importantly, he lets Lemon waste his time talking about stupid shit on the reg. That’s why he’s SuperSam.