Connect Me To Pittsburgh Please
Monday, August 30th, 2004Well it’s the end of FWF 2004. I never thought this day would come. About a week ago I couldn’t wait to leave the place. But about 2-3 days before the end, I started wishing that it was just a little longer. I’m really going to miss not only the other counselors I’ve made friends with, but also the kids that I had been taking care of.
My third session kids were so much better behaved. Thank God too, because I didn’t want to end my French Woods experience on a bad note. Except for Igor constantly picking fights with Dylan and vice versa, all went really well. Hugh, the new counselor from England, was also a godsend. Gotta love that fro!
Oh. The other day Toast stopped me and wanted to introduce me to his dad, Steve…Buscemi. Jimmy was with me and we both spent some time hanging out with him during the afternoon. But I walk up to him and he says, “I know you, I took your picture!” I almost started laughing. So I went on to explain to him how nobody believed that HE took my picture. So we got a picture taken TOGETHER this time. So for those of you who doubted me, here you all go!

And for those of you who don’t know who Steve Buscemi is, get out from underneath that rock and watch a good movie like Big Fish, Resevoir Dogs, or Fargo.
On Saturday morning, I directed the final dance performance of the season. I’m so glad that’s over with. I think sometimes I find myself as a better dancer than a choreographer, although I do enjoy the latter regardless. It’s just that it’s naturally more stressful. Later that night, the final performance of Chorus Line was shown. It was simply amazing! The one kid’s monologue was so honest and sincere that it drew in nearly the entire audience. And I’ve never heard a more boisterous applaud come from a French Woods audience. Later that night I stood on my head at the acoustic festival…pointless I know. But whatever. I didn’t get to bed until like 2:30 because Adam, Tyrone, and Hugh all had to pack their bags for the morning.

Me, Christof, and some other miscellaneous drunk person hanging out on our last night together. Note that Christof is the director and producer of the Academy Award nominated documentary short “Left Behind”.

FWF up in flames!
My co-counselors didn’t even say goodbye! The little punks. They all left while I was sleeping. So in the morning, I had to clean up the bunk and sign out. I was soooo ready to get out of there after all that. Alex’s parents took me to Aaron’s summer home near Yasger farms (where Woodstock was held). His place was so freaking nice. I could’ve shot a movie there. Anyway, the story goes is that Aaron’s father, Tibor, was friends with a 4 other hippies in the 70’s. They jointly bought that piece of property as it used to be a camp. It had a huge house with outlying cottages and a lake. And since then, the 5 friends came every summer to hang out. Now is that friendship or what?

The interior of the large house.

Aaron in his treehouse.
Alex’s parents drove me to Newark Airport and I was off to Washington, DC for my connecting flight to Pittsburgh. How that’s cheaper than flying nonstop to Pittsburgh beats the heck out of me. The flight gets delayed for an HOUR and I miss getting on my plane in DC by less than 3 minutes! ARGH! I seriously have the worst luck flying. And that’s not a good thing at all! Then these other people who were heading to Greensborough offered me to stay at the Marriot with them. Nothing like spending the night with 4 perfect strangers. At least I got to talk to Jenny again since like forever! Too bad I was mucho tired and grumpy though.
So now here I am waiting standby for the 8:30 flight to Pittsburgh. I was supposed to get there and go straight to my apartment at school, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Now I’m going to be missing most of my morning classes, not to mention behind on unpacking. I just hope I get on this flight, because if I don’t, I’m here until 12:45 for a confirmed flight. So I’m going to have to find ways to kill time if I don’t get on. Argh! Sometimes I hate flying.
I just can’t wait to get to school already.











