Mmm, that's some good Wednesday

First of all, burgeoning cold be damned, right now I'm eating ice cream. Baskin Robbins is my new addiction (coffee didn't go anywhere, it's just my old one). I had legitimate mint chocolate chip cravings as soon as I got home and realized the only sweet food in my cupboard were packets of Splenda. After one of those bad boys, I had to get out of the house and just indulge already. So here I sit with a double scoop (less is not more when it comes to ice cream, incidentally).

I had a decent day. Days like this make me wish days like this were every day.

I used a defunct Columbia ID to buy crazy cheap tickets to a matinee of "The Farnsworth Invention," the Aaron Sorkin play on Broadway. It starred Jimmi Simpson and Hank Azaria. Their performances must have been pretty killer, because it wasn't until way afterward that I was like "Goddam, Hank Azaria is Apu. And Jimmi Simpson is a McPoyle brother [on It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia]." So like, good for them, for being able to suspend my disbelief effectively enough to calm my ever present celebrity giddiness.

I thoroughly enjoyed the play, and I'll tell you why. I like edu-tainment. I read Wikipedia for fun and watch "How It's Made" often. I like that, walking out of the theater, not only did I have lots of questions to ponder that I'm sure Sorkin intended, but I was Google-bound to learn more about The Great Depression and the stock market crash (you know, just to expand on the body of knowledge I gleaned from being in "Annie").

But edu-tainment is only as successful as the story that propagates it. Aaron Sorkin, I tip my hat to you. Pretty soon we'll be teaching our children American history by playing your movies in chronological order. And by "our children" I mean my children. That clearly I'll be adopting. Because I'm a loser.

Capping off my day, I started my Fashion Design basics class at The New School. Like a good like New student, I got New spiral notebooks and a New student ID (and probably the best ID picture I've gotten in my entire life). Class was short, largely spent introducing ourselves (my ice-breaking interesting fact was that I spent the summer Theater directing at a fat camp-- people eat that shit up, pun intended). Afterward everyone had to re-cap everyone and what their fact was. I felt bad for the girl whose interesting fact was that she's pregnant, and subsequently got to hear half the class be like "That's Brit," awkward face, "she's pregnant."

Cut to now. And ice cream. Good day.