Connie and Carla

Last night Matt and I saw“Connie and Carla,” written by Nia Vardalos, in which she and Toni Colette play women on the run who pretend to be drag queens. It was really cute, and I’m sure it helped that we were seeing it in the heart of Chelsea, in a theater full of gay men whose laughter was infectious. Lines and scenes that would have been merely funny became uproarious. If you’re going to see it, see it in a theater filled with queens.

Commuting

My commuting time is sacred to me. I like to be alone when I commute; I usually read. I don’t feel like having conversations.

I was really tired this morning, and I had to go to a meeting, so I planned to doze on the PATH on the way to work. When I got onto the train, however, I saw one of my coworkers. On the rare occasion that I see one of my coworkers when I get on the train, I usually go sit at the opposite end of the car and pretend I don’t see him or her — not out of malice but out of introversion. But this time it was too late; he spotted me. So I smiled and sat down across from him. He lowered his book and smiled back, but after saying hi I mentioned that I was exhausted and needed to take a nap before getting to work. He had no problem with that, so he returned to his book, and I closed my eyes.

But I couldn’t fall asleep, and after a few minutes I wished that I’d decided to read instead. But of course I couldn’t read, because then my coworker might think I just didn’t want to talk to him. So I sat there for 15 minutes with my eyes closed.

And of course I really did start to fall asleep, but the train was pulling into Newark so I had to get up.

Life is cruel.

Do what?

I’ve posted a question on Ask.Metafilter to try to learn the origin of the phrase “do what?” I heard this from time to time when I lived in Virginia, and Matt occasionally uses it as well, often without realizing it. We were talking about it this past weekend.

I still can’t hear the phrase without thinking it means “You want me to do what?” I’ll just never understand where the “do” comes from. (Sorry, sweetie…)

Anyway, the question got some interesting responses.