Friday, April 30, 2010

I don't have any business cards.

I think it's about time that I get them printed-up.

On Tuesday night, somebody I have been anxious to collaborate with for years (years) asked me for my card...and I didn't have one to offer him.

This is somebody I consider to be absolutely brilliant, but at the same time, also a kindred spirit. We absolutely would work together well and become great buddies in the process! I just know we would (goshdarnit!)

HE ASKED ME FOR A BUSINESS CARD AND I DIDN'T HAVE ONE TO GIVE HIM.

I bet after I told him that, he walked away, saying to himself:

"You know what, I got the impression that that girl was a really good writer (just from talking to her for two minutes.) But, since she doesn't have a business card...how good can she be? I am going to find another unknown playwright to work with...somebody who DOES have a business card."

And then he walked-off into the NYC night...and we would never know what might have been.

I am kicking myself.

I should have had business cards.

They could say "DIANA"...PLAYWRIGHT...(some kind of) PUBLICIST...DOGWALKER...

Otherwise, I think I handled myself pretty well. I kissed this person goodbye the same way I would kiss my cousins (we're both Italian kids, that's how we were raised.)

And, magically, resisted the urge to punch him in the arm and say,"BIG FAN!" (which I usually do.)

Diana Rissetto

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

How can you NOT acknowledge the anniversary of

the single day which changed the rest of your life?

I had just turned 17.

Some of my friends were getting ready for the various Spring Break trips our school would take for their language classes. A bunch were going to Italy and France and Spain. Others were preparing for the junior prom. Everybody was pretty much being young and carefree and high school students.

And I was waiting for my father to die.

I very often wonder if I'd be a different person had I not had that experience...had my father not been sick for over year, had I not watched him die a little each day and never prayed for the end after a while just because we knew his pain was so bad. You're not supposed to look back...I know that...you can't change the past...I know, that, too...but I still often wonder if I would even recognize the Diana who didn't lose her father when she was a teenager.

I always hear that people are supposed to grow-up really quickly when they lose a parent at a young age, and I think that did happen to me...I became serious and sad for a very long time. I wasn't given the luxury of having regular teenage problems. When my friends complained about how much they couldn't stand their parents or talked about boyfriend problems, I couldn't relate. I had bigger problems. I had real problems.

However, at the same time, I feel like the entire loss left me a bit stunted and prevented me from ever really being able to feel like a grown-up...maybe those feelings aren't specific to those who lost parents as children.

Today, it's hard for me to look around and feel like everybody has two parents but me...it's even harder when it feels like not even do they all have both parents, but most grew-up with more than one grandparent as well. I wasn't even given that.

Last year, my uncle, and the closest thing I had to a dad for ten years, passed away to cancer, just like my father did. It brought back every emotion I had felt when my dad died, and more. I watched my cousins go through what I went through, and realized how difficult it is, no matter what age you are. My cousins were about 20 years older than I was when we lost our dads. It's hard enough when you are an adult. That was a lot for a teenager to go through! Maybe I'm too hard on myself. I took my SATs less than a week after. Maybe I tried to jump back into regular life too quickly. Maybe life never really quite got back to "regular".

I probably WOULD be very different had my dad not died...but all I can do now is really like the person I became despite everything...I think it's what my father would have wanted.

Diana Rissetto

Saturday, April 3, 2010

I feel terrible for Sandra Bullock.

Seriously.

I know I don't know the girl, but doesn't everybody love Sandra Bullock? She's sweet. She's down-to-earth. She's a nice, wholesome girl, just like I am. There's never any bad press about her and, goshdarnit...she gets some of the most appealing costars in the world. (Harry Connick...Aiden Quinn...Chris O'Donnell...Matthew McConaughey...etc...etc...etc...)

How could I NOT feel terrible for her right now? She waited until she was in her 40's until she got married for the first time, she raised her husband's child (because her mom was in prison) and then THIS HAPPENS TO HER?

Poor Sandra indeed.

I found myself repeating the same thing I said when Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt's marriage broke-up.

"Sandra...you really should have just married Tate Donovan!"





Dorky, adorable, curly-haired, not-so-famous, pale, Irish, fiddle-playing Tate Donovan.

Sandra Bullock has referred to him as the great love of her life.

Jennifer Aniston was engaged to him and apparently, their relationship ended because he couldn't handle the fact that her career had skyrocketed so far beyond his.

Fast forward ten years, and Jennifer is divorced...so is Tate...and Sandra just might go in that same direction.

Which leads me to the conclusion that when in doubt...marry Tate Donovan. Sure, he's no Brad Pitt, if you want to get technical, and he's not covered in tattoos and on a show about motorcycles (or whatever Jesse does.)

But, he's still dorky, adorable, curly-haired, not-so-famous, pale, Irish, fiddle-playing Tate Donovan.

Not that I know these people (and I understand that's a HUGE factor) but I really think one of these woman should finally just marry Tate Donovan after all of these years. It would make a fantastic love story. They could play "The Second Time Around" at their wedding.

I just hope Sandra and Jen don't fight over him.

(Disclaimer: This is written about 80% tongue-in-cheek. I swear.)