INEFFICIENCY IS:

when your building management co sends an exterminator who shows up in shorts & a t-shirt, is somehow more scared of the wasps than you are (“Girl, you go first”), and who refuses to approach the wasp nest close enough to spray it. “I don’t wanna get stung,” he says, with impeccable logic. Followed up by: “So hey, you single?”

On the flip side, MIRACULOUS is when New Dramatists gives you the keys to a calm safe haven (called, appropriately, Seventh Heaven) so that you can shelter from the storm and keep your eyes on your laptop instead of your wasps. IMG_6809

Meet Amanda. She's been hanging out for the past few days.

Meet Amanda. She’s been hanging out for the past few days.

All Of Your Nightmares Are Possible Events

You know when you’re a child, and you have a nightmare, and that nightmare is that your ENTIRE HOUSE is filled with gigantic, flying, stinging, horrible yellow-jackets?

And then you know when you become an adult, and you open the door to your apartment, and you walk into THAT EXACT NIGHTMARE?

Oh, that’s never happened to you? Just wait. The older you get… the greater the chances…

Which is all to say, thank god for good friends, their spare bedrooms, their fearlessness as they wade with you back into the maelstrom of yellow-jackets to retrieve a change of clothes, and their quick-wittedness and quick-fingeredness as they swipe the St George gin off the wasp-crawling counter on the way out.

This face hates you and wants to devour you in your sleep.

This face hates you and wants to devour you in your sleep.