Today's the first of eleven straight that I'm not scheduled to be in the office so I used a few hours of it to start working my way through the mammoth list of chores that I made for myself. In addition to organizing my closet and dresser and deep-cleaning the Roomba, one of the items on said list was to mount a cork board in the hallway for pinning notes and quotes and such.
The first thing I pinned was a lyric from the song "No Day But Today" from Jonathan Larson's hit musical Rent because, as one year comes to a close and a new year is set to begin, it's a good reminder that life is short and nothing's guaranteed and we should live every day like it's all we've got.
Sid's becoming quite the language lover in his own right and I'm hoping that someday I'll walk by the board and find that he's added one of his favorite quotes to it. In the meantime, I think I'll do just fine on my own.
I was midway through a solo post-shower concert in the hallway bathroom this morning when I realized that I'd forgotten to grab clean underwear, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and threw the door open while scream-singing the chorus to Lady Gaga's "Born This Way" and who was standing in the living room with B, Sid and our housemate Christopher but Wilson Cruz who played Rickie Vasquez on ABC's cult classic My So-Called Life.
Sid: This is Wilson. He was in Rent on Broadway!
Me (cinching my towel tighter): Hi, I'm Corey.
Wilson Cruz (unfazed): I actually think we’ve met before. In fact, if I recall correctly you were sitting on the couch in your underwear.
On our way to catch the twentieth anniversary tour of Rent at the Golden Gate Theatre tonight I explained to Sid that it's my absolute favorite show of all time and that it changed the course of my life when I saw it on Broadway as a teenager and without skipping a beat she tore out my heart and stomped it into a pancake by responding "There's no way it's better than Dear Evan Hansen." Suffice it to say, she made it no further than the halfway point of "Light My Candle" before officially retracting her statement.
I would like to note, since this website is, like, my diary or whatever, that Sid borrowed a sweater of mine to wear to the show tonight and it actually fit her. Sure it was an extra small from H&M that I accidentally shrunk in the dryer, but damn do I have a lot of feelings about that, such as wow, isn't Sid growing up so fast and also Corey your clothes might be too small for you.
My iPhone was on shuffle during my train ride to work this morning when an old voicemail from my mom started playing followed immediately by "Without You" from Rent and I almost lost my shit right there on the N-Judah. It's been two months since she passed and it still hurts too much.