PART TWO: I LOVE FOOD!

I went back to the Barn the summer after the year at NHTI ended, but this time I was Assistant Stage Manager. This summer was going to be great, I would assist on 6 shows and have one of my own; I was confident. I knew I had to eat well this summer, the schedule did not allow for slow minds or tired muscles and I had to be alert. I made friends with the cook, Danny, and we worked on my food issues together.

So I was finally where I should have been the summer before- I was DEFINETLY geting into PSU, I was loving my summer at the Barn (even though I broke my foot halfway into the season), and I had gotten better about my food habits. I moved into the dorms of PSU psyyyyched for the school year. To say I was let down would be, well, a complete and utter let down itself. I Loved it at first, the people were great, the parties were awsome and I was looking foward to classes picking up after the beginning of the year initiations. But they never picked up...they were slow and repetitive, with much ego stroking along the way and I'll stop there.

I decided to call Danny and ask if I could visit him in NYC during Winter break, and he was all about it. I went right after New Years 2007 and stayed for about a week with him in his Brooklyn apartment. He showed my around the city, we went to every gay restaurant and venue and were able to make it to the Roxy before it closed!! He introduced me to some friends and we all agreed that I could make it in the City if I wanted. And I wanted.

After returning from NYC, I got incredably ill. No idea still what happened, but I was so sick I was halucanating...not fun. I got better slowly and moved back to PSU almost a week late. Now I should mention here that I had a different room mate this semester... the first one asked for a different room when I asked him to take the tinsel off of our doorway. So I moved back into the dorm with Chris, and we bonded immedietly! Love you pookie. I had undergone a huge change while I was sick, I finally knew what was important (or so I thought). Sadly, most of my friends there noticed the change and took it as a lofty air...to put it nicely. This was all I needed to push them further away, thus beginning my self sabotoge.

I stayed with Danny again during Spring break, and he asked me if I would want to sublet his place while he was away for the summer at another cooking gig. HELLS YES! I went back to PSU with my mind decided. I would continue to subconsiously alianate myself from everyone at Plymouth which would make it all the easier to run away to NY. Brilliant, right? Well right or wrong, I did just that.

So Here is where we get to the good stuff. I had been in NYC for about a year when I started to feel like I would never meet anyone I was serious about. It was only 3 night later when I met Him. I was at Posh Bar on an early tuesday or wednesday night with my friend Ray who I had been having trouble with, and I was thinking about leaving. I decided to finish my drink and go when I looked at the door and saw the most handsome man I'd seen in a looooong time walk through. Our eyes locked and he walked towards me, during a stage turn at the bar so he wouldnt break eye contact. We both realized he had done this, and I looked down and burried my smile in my glass. He ordered and came over to me a minute later and introduced himself in an Australian accent as Brett. Sha-la-la-la! We left about two minutes later.

Brett taught me to love food. He taught me that food should be enjoyable and something to look foward to. One of the things I love about him is that he makes noise when he eats; he is enjoying himself so thoroughly that he sighs and moans with each bite! He took me to his favorite restaurants and got me to try food I wouldnt normally have gotten, and I loved it! Good food done well. Thats all! He asked me to move in with him after we had been together for only 4 months, we both knew it was going to happen sooner or later, so why not now?!

It was only when I moved in with Brett that I started to cook. As much as I would love to eat out every night, thats not so much a possibility, so we had to start cooking. My mother had always been a great cook, so I drew from what I knew from her, and from what I had learned about food as an enjoyable thing.

So now I love food, I think about what I'm going to make next, I sigh and moan and eat like an animal. I fall asleep planning a meal, and wake up the next day excited to make it! I still dont like bad food...I still would rather not eat then and stuff myself when I get home to my kitchen. Im psyched for the Taco salad I'm making after this...

I guess I'll stop here for now... after this its recipes and pictures!