Good Looking Man About Town –
The Further San Antonio Misadventures
of Your Pal Trey
By Trey Garcia
"...don't you want to feel my bones..." - b. flowers (the Killers)
So I ventured out to the Witte Museum to check out the controversial Our Body: The Universe Within exhibit. To say I was disappointed would be like saying I enjoy an occasional slice of carrot cake. While I credit the Witte for getting an exhibit that I believe was the talk of great debate on Nightline or 20/20 or Joe Pag’s morning radio show or something, it was just in all-effect a very boring and overpriced waste of time. Granted there were different, real human bodies on display so you could see all the muscles and tendons and joints that you could handle, but I felt the exhibit was poorly laid out and did not contain enough interaction. For me, my travel from section to section was as follows:
Me thinking to myself, Wow, a body. Wow, another body. Oooh, a body playing basketball. A body that learned how to vogue, that is neat. This guy looks shorter than the others.
I dunno, something was lacking in the exhibit and I'm not sure what it was, but I felt I learned nothing I couldn't have learned if I was in med school or addicted to the Health and Science schedule. I was hoping that something so hyped up would have some everlasting appeal on my viewpoint in regard to the human anatomy; and that just wasn't the case.
"....I should tell you, I'm disaster..." - j. larson
Got to attend the closing night performance of the Trinity University Attic Theater production of Jonathan Larson's tick, tick...BOOM! It was amazing and reminded me how sad a loss to musical theater Larson's too-early death really was. This production, which predates his masterpiece, Rent, is along similar themes — that of dealing with loss (relationships ending, AIDs), and trying to find just what you want to do with your life. A few numbers even had me tear up a bit, and I usually reserve that feeling for when I'm watching the end of Rudy. On top of that, the Attic Rep staff was very friendly in securing me a seat in what was a sold-out show; and though the room is small, the closeness you get to feel with the cast and band help make you a part of the show even if you don't realize it.
"....Love much. Laugh Often..." - uncredited
I also attended a funeral recently. Not gonna comment on the person or the actual event really, other than I'll miss my friend; she was the rarest and shiniest of rainbows. What I realized is that as the years go by, you attend more funerals and in turn start to cherish your own life and celebrate your friends more. There is a guy I work with, he has been with the company 31 years now, and it seems once a month someone he used to work with or someone he knows via some relation or other passes away.
Many fear common things, I've learned. Being alone. Spiders. Rollercoasters. The dark. Clowns. Heights. For me, I fear growing so old that all the people that have gotten me to where I am, that have shaped my life in one way or another, pass away at such a rate that I'm suspicious of my own fate with every breath I take. More than anything, I fear having to do what I saw at that funeral...a father giving a eulogy for his deceased child.