January 1, 2006
Yesterday we carried on what Peter says will always be one of our traditions. We swung to the Central Park tower to watch the ball drop and the fireworks. And he kissed me on the dot of midnight. Never been happier. I love him so much that it almost hurts.
January 3, 2006
Tonight was the opening night of Beauty and the Beast. And I'm positively propping my eyelids open to write this, cause I'm exhausted. It's quite a bit more physically demanding than Cinderella, especially considering the end battle. It was glorious, and the applause was deafening. I'm so glad.
Rats. That stupid police radio is giving out another alert and Peter is already heading towards the window. He's really fast. Gotta go.
January 8, 2006
I showed Harry's play to a producer friend of mine. He read it through and is actually really interested in it. I'm so excited… just imagine if I could get Harry's play on the stage! And then I'd be able to play the role he wrote for me. The only role that ever was written with me in mind. I owe it to Harry… he saved Peter's life.
January 10, 2006
Last night was bad. Really bad. Peter had a run-in today with some of the Kingpin's finest. A whole mob of them, really. He managed to get most of them arrested, but a few got away. He came home with a broken leg and it was horrid. I've never seen him in so much pain. I had to twist the bone back into place and man… I felt so sick… I actually passed out right when I got it back in. Hate myself for doing that. Passed out right on top of him though, thank heaven, I didn't land on his leg. He felt awful about it, poor thing. Said he didn't want me to do it, but there's no way I'd leave him to fend for himself. Even though I'm probably not much help.
He stopped a trafficking ring today. I wish the people of NYC would sit up and take notice. He's a hero… he's my hero… and he's perfect. I love him… so much.
January 13, 2006
I'm pretty sure that enhanced healing is the absolute best of all Spider-Man's powers. Peter's leg is completely healed… and it's only been three days! I am certainly relieved… It was nearly impossible to keep him inside until it was better… he was ready to go out the next day. But I said absolutely not. He couldn't even walk then.
January 14, 2006
Peter's been teaching me how to play chess. Last week, I was being beaten miserably, when he suddenly had to go and sort out a police chase. Before he got back, I maliciously rearranged the chessboard so that I was winning. Just to see if he'd notice. He didn't… or at least acted like he didn't… and I actually did win. But last night, when we played again, and he had to leave, I found he had webbed all the pieces to the board. So much for my strategy.
You know, one really frustrating thing is that everytime Spider-Man has to go out, Peter just leaves a pile of clothes on the floor. I wish he'd at least put them on the chair or something. But he won't, no matter how many times I remind him. Aunt May says that leaving clothes on the floor is just something that men do, so I'd better get used to it. That, and cleaning footprints off the ceiling. But Aunt May still hasn't noticed those.
January 15, 2006
I've done it! The producer I spoke to is really interested and we're going to put Harry's play into production! He's going to have some script writers look it over and doctor it up a bit, and he's suggested a title: "The Dreamer". He's already offered me the starring role… the one Harry intended for me… and I'm going to see if I can get a copyright so I can control the rights a bit. This means I'll probably have to leave Beauty and the Beast, but it'll be worth it. Anyway, my understudy will be thrilled to take over the starring role in B&B.
January 20, 2006
We went out to dinner tonight, Peter and I. He's gone now, off to save more lives, but I am so glad we were able to have this evening together. It's been a long time since we had a proper date. And something amazing happened while we were there… when the waitress brought our receipt, she told us it was all paid for. When we thanked her, she shook her head and almost whispered…
"No. Thank you… for giving me my life back. Wish I could do more."
Peter's face was absolutely white for a moment and his eyes got so big. But I didn't say anything until we got home again… and he told me that the waitress had been on that train he had stopped from crashing.
January 22, 2006
Well. I don't know whether to laugh at him or feel sorry for him… although I think I already did both. Poor Peter was in a hurry this morning and swung off with his coffee, instead of drinking it before he left. Apparently, he collided with some dumb pigeon and lost his coffee… I told him he'd better not "drink and swing" after this. He said he must be rubbing off on me… I'm adapting to his corny sense of humor.
February 10, 2006
I officially left Beauty and the Beast tonight with a sort of "farewell performance"... even though it was very short-lived. Some of the newspaper critics were kind of mad that I quit, but a lot are really excited about The Dreamer. Especially since it's a new story. We've started rehearsals, but the script isn't quite finished yet. Props and costumes are fairly simple, so the main thing that needs done is the writing of the score and the casting. These Broadway people are FAST though.
February 15, 2006
Yesterday was our first Valentine's day since our marriage. We didn't actually make it to supper, since Peter was out on an emergency call until really late… but we had a moonlight dance on a rooftop. He gave me a bouquet of the most gorgeous red roses I've ever seen. And I… well, it was kind of an impulse buy, but it was so cute… I gave him one of those stuffed Spider-Man dolls. He thinks it's ridiculous but I think it's adorable.
February 28, 2006
We've set the opening night for The Dreamer as March 12. Been sooo busy lately, haven't had time to write at all! And Peter's been so busy, I've hardly even seen him since Valentine's Day. He found out recently that he can go at least three days without any sleep at all. And at least 24 hours without eating. I had to sit him down and force him to eat… or he'd just have jumped out the window again. Big things brewing… and it's kind of scary. I don't know whether I should be terrified or not. But Peter keeps uncovering new twists and turns in the Kingpin network and it's so ultimately bigger than he or I or anyone else ever even began to imagine. This guy controls half of New York. This could potentially get really bad. I mean, possibly worse than either of us could ever even believe. I've been praying so hard.
March 10, 2006
Only two more days to go! I'm so excited I can't see straight… there's nothing in the world like the thrill of opening night. But this… this is extra special.
March 12, 2006
I am beyond exhausted. The Dreamer has all the earmarks of becoming a smash hit and I'm so glad. The theater was bursting at the seams tonight and the applause was deafening. We got a standing ovation that lasted at least two minutes… maybe longer!
After the performance, the cast had a "meet-and-greet" in the foyer. I signed autographs until my hand hurt. And in the middle of all of it, Spider-Man came down from the ceiling, upside-down, and asked me to sign a poster for him. Peter is currently hanging it up. We're gonna just keep it in the bedroom where nobody will see it, so guests don't ask why we have a poster that says "To the Amazing Spider-Man, with love, Mary Jane Parker."
Peter and I went out to visit Harry's grave on the way home. Peter had given me flowers, and I left half of them there, along with a copy of the script.
This is for you, dear friend. Thank you for everything. You are so missed… and so loved.
March 13, 2006
Someone took a shot at Peter (as Spider-Man) today… he thinks it was one of Kingpin's henchmen. Normally, that would be no problem. He can jump out of the way easy. No matter how fast it's going. But… there was a crowd of civilians in the way, too many to move in time… so he stayed where he was and took the bullet. At least he had enough sense to twist so it hit him in the side, away from vital organs. I dug the bullet out and forbid him to go anywhere until it heals. He was biting his lip to keep from moaning with pain. It hurts to see him like that. I wish that Kingpin would just leave him alone… he has enough pain as it is.
March 15, 2006
Peter was shadowing one of Kingpin's goons last night… out of costume. He was trying to keep the guy from noticing he was being followed. Peter was hoping he'd lead him somewhere important and of course if the guy knew he was being followed by Spider-Man, he'd have been on his guard. But just a regular person wouldn't arouse suspicion… right?
But it didn't quite turn out like it was supposed to. Peter noticed him going into an abandoned building and so he crawled through a window. And he says it's one of the stupidest things he's ever done… he should've changed into costume before going in. But he didn't even think of it, he was too intent on following the guy. Well, they found him, and of course he couldn't give himself away, so he let them tie him up and lock him in a closet. Well, that isn't a problem for Spider-Man, but they thought it was a regular guy they stuck in the closet, right? And when they went back to get him later, he wasn't there.
And also, Spider-Man was seen near that part of the city not more than a quarter of an hour later, in the midtown area, when an alarm was given for a robbery. It got worse than that… it turned into a hostage case. The police arrived on the scene, generally making a mess of things and suddenly bullets were flying and the hostage was lying on the street, bleeding. Peter did what he could… he webbed the man's wounds and rushed him to the hospital via Spidey express, but he died this morning. From what I've heard, he was one of the most important men in New York.
March 16, 2006
Peter's being accused for the murder of the man who died last night… David Li was his name. He was a sort of ambassador, I think, from China. He was visiting the UN and staying at The Plaza. This is terrible.
J Jonah's gone crazy. And so has half the city of New York. The headlines this morning were frightening. They're calling for Spider-Man's arrest again and the entire NYPD is on alert to find him. It's crazy how people can change overnight… they loved him just a couple of days ago. They're ungrateful, fickle, and stupid as rocks.
March 17, 2006
A public speaking event took place today in Times Square. There was so much press there, I don't know how the regular people ever got in. They were challenging Spider-Man to come out and defend himself… explain what happened or something, I don't know what they wanted. But Spider-Man went, and I begged him not to. It was just as bad as I expected… worse, even. He tried to explain, but they just started screaming at him. It got almost mob-like. I was there, trying not to freak out, and it got really bad, because people noticed me and remembered Spider-Man asking me for my autograph. The press started asking me questions, especially about the three times they know of that Spider-Man saved my life. They got accusatory at me and it was suddenly really terrifying. I couldn't get away, there were too many people. My acting skills have never been tested harder than that.
The crowd started chanting "Unmask! Unmask!" Daring Spider-Man to reveal his identity. He had to make a quick getaway… he was being surrounded by police who were trying to arrest him. He disappeared, and I was still trying to fend for myself against all those press idiots. I almost fainted in relief when Peter showed up and got me out of there. He can change pretty fast, but that was record-breaking time.
I don't know where we're going from here. Spider-Man is wanted, some say dead or alive, although thank God, that isn't official. I hope and pray that it never will be. And of course, they won't be able to catch him, not if they hunt him down for a hundred years. But the fact that a connection was made with me today is not good.