Yes, yes, I said I would get back to the funny things, and I will! But today is the birthday of the most important guy in my life (sorry not even close to sorry, Adam) (that was a joke, Adam doesn’t actually mind), so I figured that I would do something sentimental and then you can have funny things for the next 1.5 weeks straight. I think that’s a fair trade.
Anyways, I am one lucky asshole. Throughout my creative adult life I’ve had people ask me, a little bit concerned, “How do you do all of this?” I understand the intent, as I at times churn out so much product that you know I’m not sleeping, but in actuality I can do it because of the incredible supportive rents I have who encourage me at all times. So here are some things that I have to thank my dad for, many of which I can thank my madre for as well.
- Bankrolling My College Years: Starting off fiscal and obvious, I know that not everyone has the means to do this for their fam. I also know that my parents didn’t do a lot of things that they wanted to do (travel, etc) in order to pay my way and Rico’s. If I had to work through college, I don’t really know if I would have been able to float a webshow for a year on top of school. I don’t know if I could have written and workshopped a full play to be produced. I don’t know if I could have done a lot of things, and even if I could have, they would have been much harder to pull off.
- The Driving: This causes a lot of balking, but I don’t have a driver’s licence. That means that through high school and college breaks, dad was my personal Uber. Text and he appears in under 15 minutes! He also drove me to and from college (and more recently NYC) on a regular basis. How many of those trips did I cry on, for various and usually stress or transition related reasons? I’m gonna say 80%. It could easily be more.
- The Advice: Whether it’s for something bad or good, Lyme Disease on the first night of filming or looking for an audition monologue, my dad is the first person I text. Any emotional crossroads, he gets the FB message. He gives the best advice, even if I don’t always take it word for word. And linked to that….
- Withstanding The Venting: I vent like a goddamn train. The old-timey kind that runs on coal. Poor Mike has had to listen to so many tedious vents, truly a number so enormous that I can’t even estimate it.
- My Musical Education: Since middle school my father has gifted me several albums at every holiday. As a tween I was never a Top 40 girl. I’d rather listen to ELO, The Bangles, or Simon & Garfunkel. For this I am so grateful.
- My Talents: Seriously, most of those are from him, not spontaneously sprung from me as if by magic etc etc. So thanks to my father for the genetics and the training, both have really made my life more rich. Which makes it awesome that he is NOW:
- Being My Collaborator: When I was in high school, he wrote me a musical. Today we are writing a musical together. It is the light of my life, this project. It really is. And his musical depth and skill will make it so much better. And now for the biggy...
- Unfaltering Belief In Me & Support In My Pursuits: When I graduated high school, my dad was the person who convinced me to stick with the arts. I had convinced myself that I could be happy with something more “stable” but even the idea of it had turned me into a miserable person. He pushed me back on track, and it is perhaps the most important thing that anyone has ever done for me. Creation has become my lifeblood. It’s what makes my heart beat and my eyes light up, what makes me feel alive. Since I chose this path, he and my mom have never once doubted that I could do it. They believe in me, often more than I believe in myself. When I’m not ready to pick myself up by the bootstraps, they yank me up halfway so that I have to finish the job. For that I am lucky. Privileged. People will do greater things than I without having that kind of aid, but I will do the best things I’m capable of because of it. They have come to see me in every show I’ve ever been in, even if it meant that they had to drive 9ish hours to get there and back in the same day. They’ve seen the staging of every show I’ve written and they have always been visibly proud. They don’t mind my potty mouth or that I write sex jokes (or horribly uncomfortable sex scenes) or that I prefer to be pantless in at least one scene of every film I make. They are the coolest and two of my best friends and I love them. Bam. Happy Birthday.
So if you are not one of my parents or relatives or friends of the family, I apologize if you choked on the large amounts of sap. You shall have your time and a funny thing on Friday, but today is Dad Day. And he deserves a novel.