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June 26, 2002
I joined Dan and his
I joined Dan and his posse to see the Big Vagina Monologues, performed at the Upright Citizens Brigade. Homework was minimal, so I could afford to have some quality entertainment time. I was quite excited, as this playhouse is home to Amy Sedaris, sister of one of my favorite authors. There were two performances, and it wasn't quite what I expected. It was still hilarious, but somewhat alarming. Both were quite autobiographical, and sometimes the humor traveled along the painful vein. The first was about a slacker with details eerily similar to my last year, and the second performance was from a girl's truly twisted family life. As she revealed details of her life, I just kept thinking, "I could do this better..."
My sister Bonnie and I have always had the skill of turning painful stories into humorous stories. I think that pain, hurt, and rejection become a lot more manageable once I can laugh at it. Everything has a funny side, unfortunately. I am most definitely not the person to confide a tragedy, especially if you need sympathy. I do sympathize, but I feel the best way to deal with something terrible is to laugh at it. Last week, I noticed a friend of mine was down and moping, so my attempt to perk him up consisted of constant joking and goosing him in the ribs. Members of my family respond well to goosing, although I am discovering that goosing, like my family's use of electric cattle prodders as communication/entertainment, doesn't adapt well to the urban environment. It's the same with dropping off of ledges or trees onto people to surprise them, they never seem amused, although my family members do things like this without a second thought.
The girl in the Big Vagina Monologues described her most embarrassing moment. Apparently she decided that the best way to deal with her grandfather's death was an interpretive dance at his funeral, which she then performed for us. Apparently all the relatives were horrified. I have been in her shoes on a fairly regular schedule my whole life. Personally, I hope two things will happen at my own funeral. One, people will laugh and have fun and act ridiculous. Spontaneous karaoke would be perfect, as would a food fight. Statistically a funeral is one of the triggers for people to have sex, so maybe some of my really horny friends will have the opportunity for sex, although not in front of everyone, please. Two, nobody notices that my ashes were baked into the cake they are eating.
Posted by G at June 26, 2002 12:01 AM