Above, you'll see your friend Kristina having one of many scripted/un-scripted onstage nervous breakdowns as part of the five part APACUNT panels.

Three cities in one week. This is how we do it. I got back to LA on Wednesday afternoon, only to do another show here last night for the Breaking the Bow Festival. Tonight I head to San Francisco for my cousin's wedding and a talk a college class in Oakland on Tuesday. Somewhere between all this, I'm vowing to edit my short film for the Tavis Smiley blog, write some new stuff to perform at the LA Storytelling Festival next month, rework this old script for me and D'Lo to perform in November, write a City of LA grant, and maybe a few more if I can get my hands on them and not get sick... will that even be possible?

Well, one thing's for sure! Staying busy sure does stave off the existential crisis shit.

In NYC I must say that my personal hygiene hit an all time low. I'd wake up each morning in my friend's basement in total darkness (it was the bottom floor of her loft), hungover from the show and drinking the night before and each morning had to decide in a flurry: "Shower or eat?" The eating usually won. My gums would not stop bleeding every time I brushed my teeth. Pretty much everyone at the Festival and East Village knows what I look like without make-up... and I'm talking raccoon eyes, walk of shame at 4am-- that kind of no-makeup. I ran out of underwear a few days before leaving and had to get creative (I won't tell you how). By the end of my stay little fruit flies would float over my head (I forgot I had bought bananas the week before that had gone bad) in my friend's loft. So I ate six bananas in two days (don't ask what that does to one's digestive track). All this, moving at a furiously paced New York minute, yanking pounds and pounds of crap around the East Village and back to Brooklyn at all hours of the night.

I began to feel my organs disintegrating into the rest of my body by the second day of performance. At our last show I was so exhausted, I almost passed out onstage but then channeled it into an amazing (or so I think) onstage nervous breakdown that wasn't in our script. I hosted the Kong Magazine roll-out party in Brooklyn before I left town. I almost fell asleep in the corner of the bar by the end of the night and yet, we were done at 9pm.

My flight back to LA was in two legs. The first too cold, I shivered and held my own body in my arms for warmth, my muscles straining to heat themselves even inside my jacket. The second leg of the flight was too hot. I was sweating, arching my face towards that fan thing above your seat.

I had a few minutes this morning to reflect and rest and was struck in my inactivity with a strong sense of under-accomplishment. What is it about working so hard that all I can think about is how nice it would be to rest. And that when I get rest, I feel so unaccomplished that I need to work more? And harder?

Goddamn you Chinese genetics.

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My awesome trans friend Riku commented that this has been the gayest week of my life. And more awesome than that, he said that I may have actually "out-gayed" our gay as hell friend D'lo this week.

It really has. I was out campaigning for "No on Prop 8" on Wednesday. It had been a while since I stood out on the street with a sign rallying. And yesterday, I coordinated "Kristina's Lesbian Jamboree." It was a gathering of lesbians and their friends in West Hollywood. It was about getting the married lesbians out of the house. Introducing my lesbian friends to each other. And also building some awareness around "No on Prop 8."

And oddly enough, for a gathering of Lesbians, it was not that dramatic.

I still struggle with pinning my "orientation" down to any one word. And though many speculated that I may have definitely been bi- or bi-curious when I rode my bicycle with the "Dykes on Bikes" at Pride a couple years back, I was still mums about how it is I identify myself.

But I've decided this week to come out of the closet.

Ladies and Germs, I am a loud and proud Gesbian.

I know this may come to a surprise to all of you. Particularly, this may be hard on my family who like my friends, are still trying to figure out what a "Gesbian" is. (I want my family to know that I love them and that I would never do this to hurt them.) I'm sure my family and friends are worried about me-- getting "Gesbian bashed," being discriminated against for being a "Gezzie," and will I have the right to marry another Gesbian? Could I have kids with another Gezzie?

I'm ready for the scorn, the discrimination, the Gesbiphobia. Because this is who I am. And I refuse to be someone else. I've hidden it for so long. But at my core, I'm a GESBIAN.

Last night my two good girlfriends who are partnered and are absolutely meant for each other sent a late night email that they are getting married today at City Hall. I think if they had the choice they would have waited to plan their wedding more at their pace. But right now, they don't know if they will have the choice after November 4. So they are rushing to do this.

I cry now as I re-read their words and the passion behind them.

"those of you who are closest to us know how much we care for and love one another and most of you understand the commitment we continue to make in our "practice" of lifelong love. it is not a magical something that just appears, even when it feels magical. it is the practice of committing and trying and learning that makes our life together strong and lasting. homophobia and heterosexism do not always give us the best options when it comes to this practice.

"we are hoping that in the awful event that proposition 8 passes, our marriage will not be retroactively nullified. and therefore, affording us all the rights and benefits that married couples have in the state of california.

"we would love to share this moment with all of you, so please keep us in your thoughts tomorrow as we marry. please keep us in your thoughts when you vote on Tuesday. the best you can do for us is to vote NO on Proposition 8."

I think it is remarkable....

That they believe in their love this much that they will stand up against the ignorance of homophobia and heterosexism to have that love.

That consenting adults still have to fight for the right to love who they love. And that other entities will spend so much money and energy to stop other consenting adults they do not know from marrying each other.

That their marriage ceremony does not have the luxury of being planned with the time that a straight couple has to plan, and that it still risks being nullified if something as archaic as Prop 8 passes.


I am not getting married anytime soon to neither a man nor a woman. In fact, if you remember, I am married to myself and would love the government to recognize my marriage as a real legal binding contract. And on top of that, I am a pioneer in the fight for Gesbian rights and visibility.

I am working on the "No on 8" campaign because it affects my friends. It's about equality and that's something that we all should be concerned about. I am encouraging you to vote "No on 8" because discrimination should not be written into the constitution. (Leave that shit for reality TV!)

Labels: a shot at love with kristina wong, empowerment, feminist research, i'm kristina wong, Obama is hot, oh my god, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn.

Yet again, the economy has interrupted any semblance of normal sleep patterns to bring me....

THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW I SHALL RETIRE! AND MAKE MONEY IN THE AILING STOCK/ HOUSING MARKET!

How is it I am becoming my parents? I never thought I'd be obsessed with things like retirement and the stock market. I always figured if I got old and had no savings that I'd do background work in movies because old people doing extra work seems to be in really high demand-- at least now it does. That, or I'd do the equivalent of what the 70+ year old Thai Elvis does at Palms Thai Restaurant in Hollywood-- dress up as "Chinese Barbara Streisand" and sing standards at a Chinese restaurant in my olden years. I guess by the time I am old, movie studios will figure out how to CGI background actors into scenes so we will be totally unnecessary. For this Brave New World-- I must be prepared!

Somehow, as of late, I've turned the corner and there it was ahead of me... the great beyond of living up your artsy 20s comes the realities of getting older. And the scary realities of what this economy is doing to the market for artists. I have a few engagements coming up, but nothing like what it used to be. Playgirl has folded. My friends can't even budget enough to go out for a beer, let alone live theater. More dates are going dutch on this classy broad than I think necessary.

So rather than drown, I choose flight. Who is coming with me?

I'll always be an artist, AND I will always be a financially savvy one. I have long since rejected labels like "starving artist," "struggling artist" or "poor artist." Because the more you let people call you that (and the more you call yourself that), the more you become it.

At the same time, "living rich" doesn't mean you should blow your savings at the bar, or outspend your means because you "deserve it." I see this happen so much. I have friends who are drowning in debt, or worse, filing for bankruptcy in their 20s and 30s.

For a half second, when I was tired of writing grants, I contemplated marrying into wealth by going on Bravo's "The Millionaire Matchmaker"-- but there ain't no free lunch sisters. That show is so sad. All these millionaires dating out of work actresses with no sense of identity. All these women desperately clawing towards these douches.

Listen to me! I am married to myself! Women need to learn to take care of themselves without the help of men. Yes, and we must learn to take care of the family with only a little, if any, of their help. We must have our own backs. It sucks, but we must do it!

The scary thing is in my last few relationships, I've been the "rich" one... WTF?!

I'm reading all sorts of wikihow articles on how the stock market works, how to be rich, and how to invest.
Here are some interesting things from the how to be rich article.

• Cut expenses
• Get a job that pays more or get a promotion
• Downgrade or give up your car
• Downgrade your apartment or house
• Reallocate your spare time

Well, I got the give up your car thing! Now I must work on the other four.

See you at the country club! I'll be arriving by bus!

Labels: artist life, hollywood wong, i'm kristina wong, marriage grown up crap, oh my god, outsourcing american jobs, property mogul

This update is dedicated to all the great findings here in the last days of my residency.



My new fishing buddy Aaron is perhaps the youngest living male in the City of Englewood at the ripe age of 27. Too bad I'm married huh? This is the snook he caught this morning. Because they are protected (spawning season), he threw it back.



Here's a snapper we caught! A bit small but still good to eat! It was the first fish that I have eaten straight from the water. I don't know why Aaron's shorts look like they are falling down like that in this picture. I don't remember them doing that in real life. (Oh the mockery of this cat lady. Oh the mockery.)



But boy, do I love having all these adventures with my wife! She's so much fun!


But it was no easy task to clean a fish! Yuck! Check out this video of him cleaning the fish.... That thing wouldn't die!





Before cooking....



After! The snapper was actually very small and very bony. So we got all of two bites of fish in each filet.



I'm still kinda crap as a fisherwoman. My new show, CAT LADY that premieres next week uses a lot of fishing (a great way to excuse all this leisure time as "research"). Here is some once live bait I used that got a huge bite on it's side. I'm all bait and no bite I tell you.




We also got a great full moon sunset out here where the tide was so low that sand dunes appeared. Places where the water normally goes to your waist or higher, you could walk right through.


Watch as I narrate the sunset. On full moon nights there is a rare burst of green light that appears when the sun goes down. You can't see it in the video but it's still gorgeous to take in everything else you can get from the video.





See how low the water gets?


I thought this was a good picture of Sonja doing what she does best. Photography!

Later that full moon night we went looking for sea turtles laying eggs. We thought it best to split up and each patrol in a different direction. I saw two fresh sea turtle nests and Sonja saw one. But we didn't see the turtles. It's nuts because they lay eggs in holes that they make at least 18 inches deep and then they cover them before going back to the water. So they must have worked fast because we totally missed them. I think I saw a turtle as she was leaving the nest she made. I think I saw her back as she disappeared in the tide.




This is what a fresh sea turtle nest looks like! You can see two sets of tracks (one going from the water, and one going back to the water). The little mound is where the turtle dug, laid, and buried her eggs.



In the morning, Sonja and I woke up super early to watch the sea turtle patrol dig up nests that were past gestation. The patrol is made up of cool volunteers who dig up nests, then count the numbers of non-viable eggs and hatched eggs. They also keep track and protect the area around new eggs. Sometimes they find live or dead baby turtles in the nests they dig up.




Here are the eggs they dug up. A lot were not good, but the ones that still might hatch are reburied closer to the surface where they will get more heat and the babies will have an easier time digging their way out.


When a new nest is discovered by the patrol, the nest is marked by a stake that records the nest number, date of laying, and the initials of the people patrolling. This is the nest Sonja found the night before. The "KW" is yours truly!


Here are two geckos, mocking me with their lovemaking.

Here is a video I made of them. It's not very clever. And moves as much as the above photo. Gecko penises are red btw.



Sonja knows how to handle my camera better than me. Here I am in the gulf with the Hermitage House behind me. Today the water was so clear we could see our feet at the bottom.



I also have made a lot of crafts while here. The local wildlife has inspired a lot of new animal shapes.



If my fishing skills suck, at least I can improvise!



Here is a dead mouse I'm using in Cat Lady.


And of course! Sea turtles! If I can't spot them live, I can at least make them. This is for the woman who nominated me to come here.



Come on, you know you want to see another sunset photo! It feels like every sunset is so different here.

Labels: artist life., cat lady, cat pee, crafty, hot people, i'm kristina wong, oh my god, rednecks, road wong, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn, the secret, vision

The exterminator came today but still these roaches roam the bathroom here. So today I decided, if I can't beat them, cast them. I tell you, it isn't easy to shoot, star, and kill in your own short film. These are both pretty good. The second one is more dramatic. Bug killing makes for the perfect subject for a short film. Characters, conflict, rising action, climax, and resolution.

Film #1




Film #2





Today I went to the local playhouse to watch how they do community theater out here. The local playhouse is all volunteer run and their theater building (which used to be a funeral home) is getting too small for just 99 seat audiences so they are moving to a 300 seater. It's amazing to see how many people come out for theater on a weekday because they want to and what else is there to do really? I definitely began to see how I am pretty much staying in a retirement community. I think the median age there was 106. Everyone was so sweet. The actors were pretty good, and some of them sell real estate on the side! They even let me draw the raffle ticket winner before the show.

The craziest thing happened. There was a big thunderstorm during the show and this lightning struck and the lights went out in the theater. At first it seemed like an amazing cue. We think the lighting hit the transformer by the theater. They kept the show going by having their tech people shine flashlights on the actors. It was pretty incredible how pro they were about it.


Equal opportunity commode!!

One of the members of the Board of Directors was like, "You should do your show at our playhouse." He obviously has not seen my work. I can imagine doing a show there. Doing a fake orgasm on the stage for the seniors? My crazy ass at a playhouse that does strictly Neil Simonesque plays? Oh boy.

No need to rush the inevitable, really.


I am so into these collage posters for their plays. When is the photo collage coming back?!!? Screw Adobe Illustrator!

I also saw Asian people for the first time today at a restaurant. I wanted to talk to them and ask them about their lives and ask them if they ever miss home or want to get pregnant and smoke and drink six months in.

I told the Board members today about the smoking bartender and the shoddy selection of men out here. They were really funny about it. One volunteered that the locals were "neanderthals." They told me that local Floridians are called "Crackers." Like the title of this painting below that was for sale at the theater.

Labels: artist life, oh my god, rednecks, road wong, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn

Just when you thought the old broad had gone home to roost, she's BAAAACK!

This year's VC film fest has multiple mentions of "Miss Chinatowns." The opening night Ping Pong Playa (in which, I have a "blink or you'll miss it" cameo as Miss Chinatown), the Xin Lu Bus Tour features a guerilla performance by Fannie Wong, and of course the documentary Yours Truly, Miss Chinatown follows me and two other Miss Chinatowns. I actually am on the bus today so will miss most of the screening. Very nervous anyway about watching myself on camera.


So of course, I had to resurrect Fannie for the opening. And bring the entourage.
From L to R: Pepe Le Tsu (Fannie's documenter and French-Chinese Film Auteur), Sirloin (Fannie's security/escort), Fannie Wong (Former Miss Chinatown 2nd Runner Up), and Karin Anna (Somewhat less notable celebrity).


What's so awesome is that Fannie Wong, Former Miss Chinatown 2nd Runner up is finally being acknowledged as a real life entity. The VC Filmfest made me an industry badge that reads "Fannie Wong, Former Miss Chinatown 2nd Runner Up." And Fannie also got to do the "red carpet" walk for the press. They were bonkers for it. Fannie even got on the floor at one point and started writhing for the cameras.

What's funnier is that in the VC online album, Fannie's mug shows up more than people who were actually in the movie.


What's weird is that as obnoxious as she is, I'm quite shy playing her. And for some reason don't think that people can actually see me under all the garb when I'm all done up.



It's a welcome switch to be home, in my own apartment in LA. I get to be home for one month before hitting the road! I'm so happy. I love New York, but it was killing me and my wallet.

Of course, the day before I left, I found out I was just a few blocks from this view....

Labels: artist life, hollywood wong, i'm kristina wong, jessica yu, new york city, oh my god, ping pong playah, road wong

Hey everyone, the "Yours Truly, Miss Chinatown" documentary in which you can see 5+ years of Kristina Wong bad hair is premiering in Los Angeles soon. See the trailer below....



Screening information for LA is here.

I'm actually scheduled to be performing as "Fannie Wong, Former Miss Chinatown 2nd Runner Up" on the Xin Lu Bus tour (the film fest on wheels bus tour) as part of the VC Filmfest, so I will miss the experience of dozens of people watching my innards spew outwards.

I actually feel quite nervous about seeing the documentary. Because I was sobbing so much at times for the camera and you best bet that over the last few years, she caught a lot of crap on me! A couple of folks who have seen it already say I have nothing to worry about, but I may just let it be and keep my copy of the documentary locked up in the bowels of history. But I knew it was important to me to record my life and intentions in some way. Even, if that meant forever cockblocking myself.

However, you are welcome to go and tell me what you think!

My first show in Queens was yesterday! What an experience! There was a power outage at Queens Theater in the Park and the lights were out all over the park and they had to hold the show for 35 minutes. I had to choose to do the show with the emergency lights on in the theater (which eventually turned themselves off.) But I was so grateful that the show wasn't cancelled that I put all my love out there for all 15 folks who took the train out to buttfreak Flushing to see me!

I ended the show with a bow, but also jumped into the audience and shook each person's hand individually... because well... I could.

One more show on Sunday!

I can't believe I've been living here in Williamsburg for so long. I don't know how to describe what's it's like to live in a neighborhood that's so trendy and where there are ridiculous trendy people walking around at all hours. It's like Burningman, or Disneyland-- at least in the sense of the immediate community moving around you. It's like barely 70 degrees and people are out sunbathing in bikinis and shirtless because they crave the sun so much.

Labels: artist life., i'm kristina wong, new york city, no more dong, oh my god, reality tv, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn

Here I am on my lazy Sunday at the beach with crazy frizzed hair.

So I went from being lonely and bored out of my mind in Miami to doing the work I've been paid to come out here for, and at like, breakneck speed.

And yay, this is what I do as a solo artist!

I'm teaching guest workshops all over Miami this week. And also doing the round of press interviews.


Oddly enough, Miami seems to be the town for a lot of firsts in my career. I was interviewed on a radio show just last night. Not just any radio show-- a bilingual sports radio show! Yes... a SPORTS SHOW!!! I always thought Bill O'Reilly would put me on the air before a sports show. I sure was nervous that they wouldn't "get" me, and that it would be scary frat-like (the show was sponsored by Cheetahs Strip club!), but the two sportscaster guys were super sweethearts and totally listened to me. I did alright!



So for my sports show interview, I put on my best "alpha male" face, tucked a rolled up sock into my panties, and interviewed with my best "brazen broad" persona.

Listen to me here. Thanks Wes Kim for hosting the interview!

Some of my highlights from this radio interview...

* Used the "F" word at least five times. (The "F word" being "feminist")
* Talked about sports. (huh?!)
* Talked so dirty that I made both sportscaster guys blush.
* Said one thing that they had to "dump" because it wasn't appropriate for the air (Ironically, the phrase they "dumped" was "poopoo peepee.").
* When I ran out of material, I would comment on the homo erotic tension between the two guys.
* Snuck in some third wave feminist commentary about performing gender within the PUA community.
* Screamed the name of my Korean Pick Up artist, dictated his exploits over the airwaves and demanded he call me at the station (he didn't btw :<).
* Declared National Dry Hump Day on Jan 16.
* Declared the end to the use of the word "minorities" and instead a push for the word "majorities."

This is all so weird, being so, dare I say... "mainstream." I feel like I've crawled out of a cave of women's studies and now I am interacting, a lifetime later, with the rest of the world. I just hope my show doesn't disappoint. I still feel like my references may be too obscure for a comedy audience. But they don't think so which is how I ended up at this joint.

Oh well, embrace and enjoy the ride.

I also might be on TV here later this week. Yay!

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Here are some other pictures for my mother who likes to look at pictures of food on the road...


Here is the Cuban omelette sandwich I ate today.


And here is the Banana Cheese Omelette I had yesterday. Ew. Didn't like it much.


And here I am cruising at a gay bar on the beach.

Labels: artist life, magic powers, miami, oh my god, press, the pick up artist

I thought I'd videoblog on the last day of the year. It's boring but it lets you know what I'm up to. I'm basically getting ready to kill in Miami at the South Beach Comedy Festival.

Check this out...

I spent today-- laughing, crying, getting angry, feeling freaked out and alone, feeling suicidal, and then feeling great again. It's kind of like this whole year of my life wrapped up in one strange last day.

I'm off to a New Year's get together at Helena's place.

Not sure what will happen at the end of 2008. But I can only hope it will be as good to me as 2007 was. I've had few years as good as this one.

Labels: balance, cat pee, chocolate rain, hollywood wong, losing my mind in los angeles, not angry anymore. just tense., oh my god, saturn's return, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn., vision

So I haven't found a wizard. I got a few shot in the dark leads to a Chinese Fortune Teller a la "I know my girlfriend might have an auntie who knows someone in Walnut."

But I have found ways towards navigating the future. Though it's all still confusing.

I found myself last Sunday taking matters in my own hands and doing something I never thought I'd do.

Guesses?

Drumroll........

(Ba dum Ba dum Ba dum!)

(Bam pow!)



I went to church on Sunday. By myself. On my own. Without being forced.


Even on the phone with people on the way there I said increduously, "Wow! I'm going to church? Whoa."

I couldn't believe I went to church. The original plan was to go to a Buddhist Temple in West LA to hollaback to my Buddhist/Taoist roots, but instead I found myself at church. I only go to church when someone is getting married. And I was quite surprised that when I walked in (in a strapless dress no less) that the place didn't burst into flames, people did not point at me screaming, "Witch! Heretic!" and I was actually quite welcome and happy to be there.

The "church" I went to is Agape, which is not so much a Christian Church as it is an "International Spiritual Center." The Founder and Spiritual Director is Michael Beckwith from "The Secret". And also Lisa Nichols from that movie also goes and speaks and teaches there. Since that movie came out, the attendance at Agape has exploded.

So it's not so much a "Jesus died for your sins! Now feel guilty and don't have sex before marriage! Straight marriage that is!" kind of church, as much as it is the "Church of the Secret." No pews. No bibles. No bible quoting. All sorts of religious/ spiritual iconography on the walls, and all sorts of people (gay/straight, multi-cultural, multi-demoninational, and multi-generational) in attendance. More spiritual songs and a motivational speech kind of sermon about letting go of fear. There are slight Christian undertones (a few amens, hallelujahs and some ambiguous references to "god," some equivalents to "Peace be with you"), but for the most part if felt like it was centered on the individual and our capacity to live life to its fullest.

I think it's the only "church" where people scream from the pulpit, "Lisa Nichols from The Secret is in the house!"

I was coaxed into coming to a "young hip "Christian church once by a high school friend. It was so boring. You can dress up the joint with cute Ikea couches and add a DJ to the sermon and a fancy Christian rock band, but it don't fool me.

Agape has got quite the operation. It's a spiritual supercenter. They have over 3000 people come to the one I was at and have three services on Sunday. Often they can't fit the latecomers in and so they have tents outside where they watch the service on a TV.

To quote Colleen, "That sounds so LA!"

And it is. It totally is.

It was perhaps the best experience I've had with spirituality and faith my whole life. Though there aren't too many positive experiences it had to compete with. It's really where I think religion should update itself to be. It felt contemporary and relevant to be at Agape. For the first time religion (perhaps I should say "spirituality") wasn't scary, did not breed guilt, and did not bore me. I found myself singing and standing without trying. I didn't get yet to the point where I was raising my hands up to the Lord or anything. But I was totally crying by the end of the sermon which was all about letting go of fear and your regrets about your history and life circumstances and blooming where you are planted.

It was amazing and I want to go back. And next time I'll try to put more than 65 cents in the collection plate.

I feel so nutty as I ask my friends, "Would you like to come to church with me? I go to this new church and it's so much fun and so awesome."

Pretty soon, you'll see me walking down your block in a nice Sunday dress trying to pawn off issues of "Awake!" on your neighbors.


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But anyway. That's what's up with me now. I'm currently trying to tear my way through this grant due tomorrow and I am totally stuck. In about half an hour I'm going to be on the radio in Toronto. I think I'm going to sneak in a request that any available Canadian marry me so I can get health insurance. Yes, health insurance is one thing Agape spirituality will not help me figure out as I just spent $250 (this week) on medicine because my crappy pants health insurance wouldn't cover it. Ridiculous.

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In other news, I went to a grunion run on Monday night. I saw a lot of them going at it! I wore my gollashes and got laughed at by drunk people. But I don't like feeling fish f*cking under my feet.


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And here's a scarf I finished and sent to my friend Jami last week. I hope she received it ok. I didn't put insurance or confirmation on the package. I'm sure she'll have plenty of use for it for an East Coast summer.

Labels: church, grunion run, oh my god

my show tonight was amazing. it was way past sold out. So many friends and new friends in the audience. the audience was with me the whole time and i improvised all sorts of crazy shit with them. at curtain call, they all stood and it was amazing to take in.

i was so tired after i could barely stand. In fact, i sat. i sat in the lobby shaking hands, drinking tea, and thought to myself, "Oh my god. I'm Kristina Wong, and I just did a solo show. and it went really well. all these people came to see me."

and the craziest thing of all, my childhood hero julie brown (of "earth girls are easy") came down to see the show. we just met a couple weeks ago at this creative capital event. It was cool to talk to her after about her creepy q&a experiences. we bonded.

the whole night was unreal. and now i still can't sleep.

i can't believe it. i did it. i did a solo show on the most impossible thing to do a solo show on. and i did a damn good job.

i stumbled to my car. drove home. changed into my pjs. and for the last two hours had been lying in bed with my eyes wide open. thinking the same thing over and over again, "oh my god. i'm kristina wong."

now i am on my couch with my cat typing this.

i really wish i could go to sleep. but i can't. i'm so tired. i can't sleep.

oh my god, i'm kristina wong.

how weird to go from being and working alone, to with a crowd going nuts for you, then alone again shocked at it all.


i'm going to look at pictures of crochet now. maybe that will help me sleep.

Labels: i'm kristina wong, oh my god