guacamole cookies
right before i woke up i was on the top floor of a tall building, which for some reason had a freight elevator. i was trying to get the elevator to stop where i needed it to get on. the lever was so sensitive that the elevator kept swinging up and down too far. like way far. a couple of times it crashed into the top of the shaft and swung back down. i was carrying a ream of letter paper and didn’t want to take the stairs. also i overheard brook p on another level having a conversation with nan. he was saying downright nasty things, which scared me.
earlier, julie had asked me to replace somebody in a play, the day of the play. sam was the only other person in the play, but i didn’t have to interact with him. my lines were all in a sort of monologue with long pauses, which served as an intro to sam’s monologue. i did it, but i had to read off a script i’d printed out. i thought i gave a terrible performance.
afterwards on the street (broadway between spring and prince), outside of the play (i’d gone to get the ream of paper), sam (who had to leave early) was getting on his motorcycle (!) and we chatted. he said i was the best person who’d ever done that role. he said i was funny and he thought the performance was hilarious (but i knew he may have just been saying that). he said the party was still happening, as in, people were still milling around post-play. he said that for the next day he was bringing guacamole cookies and that they were huge.
