Oh, and Danny and Rocky are coming to visit V-day weekend! Best present ever? I think so!
So, I guess things are falling into place. Lets just see if I can land an acting job now! :P
Major Life Decisions
11 years ago
Friday, January 8, 2010
So Far, So Good!
Oh, and Danny and Rocky are coming to visit V-day weekend! Best present ever? I think so!
So, I guess things are falling into place. Lets just see if I can land an acting job now! :P
Monday, January 4, 2010
Take Your Life, Plot It Out In Black And White
This is my last night at the 305. 2 weeks ago when everyone else was moving out, it didn't seem real to me that soon, I too would move on. Past the confines of my safe 6'x8' room, which doesn't nearly seem as small as it used to. This will be my 7th move in less than 4 years. Most of the time I am happy to move, I don't like the physical act of packing up my stuff and unloading it all again, but I'm always on to some new exciting adventure. It's always bittersweet, of course. But tonight as I sit in my room for the last night trying desperately to connect to the feeble internet network, NYAP, the bitterness is over powering the sweetness. It reminds me of the first move: the giant leap from my child hood home to my first semester of college, knowing I will forever always be visiting my parents when I stayed there. I felt guilty leaving my mom, though I knew she would be comforted by the fact that I was going away to my dream school (and that it was only 30 minutes away). Tonight, a lump rises in my throat. This move is filled with as much uncertainty. Not the same though, that time it was “How do I do my laundry” or “What happens if I blow a fuse.” Now it's “What if my new landlords are nightmares?” “What if my roommates run up the utilities?” At least here at the 305, I had so much free time to explore and discover and not be burdened with the real world responsibilities. I guess I should be excited about graduating college, and embarking on this journey that I have always dreampt about: living the life of the bohemian artist, burning scripts and posters to stay warm, refusing to pay Rent (oh wait, now I have to worry about my credit score....)
It's not even so much the newness of the move that is forcing me to write this, its leaving the old. As much as we complain about this rickity old building, I've enjoyed my time here. Even though I was annoyed by the late night chat sessions in the kitchen next door, and the insulation sucks (if the heater's on, it's too hot; if the heater's off, it's too cold) and I dare not touch the dish towels for fear of what was growing on them. At least there was always something going on. I was comforted by the fact I was never alone here. Even if I awoke at a random hour in the night, There was always someone up. Either working on their computer or coming home from a late night pub crawl, or getting a glass of water. And you can't beat this location: steps from Penn Station. It was like my little portal to freedom; from Penn, you could go anywhere. Whole Foods and $7 Bikram Yoga are right around the corner along with the best sushi in the City.
Maybe exploring a whole new neighborhood isn't too bad. And the fact that I have never seen this new apartment I am moving into has a lot to do with my resistance to leave the 305. Hopefully I'll walk in and wonder what the hell I was thinking last night when I wrote this.
I guess, I'm just sick of getting comfortable in something just to be uprooted and thrown somewhere else.
Well, I guess I'd better get to sleep. I have a long day of heavy lifting tomorrow. I'll check in and let you know if I feel the same tomorrow night when I'm sitting in my bare, new room surrounded by suitcases and boxes.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Happy Birthday, Harm Harm!
My mom had plans to fly in on Dec 20th, and spend Christmas with me. I got tickets for us to go see Billy Elliot, The Rockettes, and Alter Boyz for Christmas. Unfortunately, the Saturday before she got here, there was a blizzard and all the airports in the area canceled all their flights. That also sucked for all the kids moving out of 305 that weekend. Everybody was kinda of stuck. My mom's flight was also canceled and because of the surplus of people on the waiting list, she couldn't get a flight out until the 23rd. Which sucked mostly because the $300 I had spent on Broadway shows were for the 21, 22, and 23. They all say Non-Transferable, so I was kinda freaking out about that. But, long story short, after a long day of stressing and standing in lines, most of the box offices were cool about letting me exchange the tickets. After that little bout of stress, I blew off some steam on Tues, Dec. 21: Harmony Joy's Birthday!
Harmony and I met at CSF and spent a lot of time over the summer together. She spent last semester studying in London, and on her way back to Santa Fe, she made a pit stop in NYC just in time for Kellie's last weekend and her 21st bday. (This is where you should stop reading, Mom, Dad....Ok....But don't say I didn't warn you....) The night started at Blockheads where they have famous (or should I say, infamous) $3 margaritas. After about $12 worth, we were ready to move on to the next bar. I suggested my friend's in Greenwich, which is kind of a funny story in itself. I went to this bar once back in Sept, and Kevin and Kellie because I knew the bartender, and I have attempted to find it on multiple occasions since, but we coulndn't. I was so confused since we had told the cab driver, "Corner of Greenwhich and Christopher" an we got there just fine, but ever since, whenever we go to that intersection, we spend over an hour walking around looking for it. We started referring it to as Brigadoon. Some time in Dec, we discovered there is a Greenwhich Ave and St (or something like that.) Anyway, I was pretty sure I knew how to get there now, hence I suggested it. When we got off the subway at Christopher Street, my bladder notified me that I must find a bathroom STAT! There were a few random cafes that wouldn't let me use the bathroom, and then I saw a Tattoo Parlor. I lead the way, knowing no burly, tattoo covered man could refuse three cute girls a bathroom. I was right, even the not-so-burly, kinda cute, tattoo covered guy said so. Anyway, since they guy was cute and flirting with me, I didn't really want to leave. So I said, "Hey, lets get something pierced!" Harmony got a part of inside of her ear, Kellie got her Tragus, and I got my nose!
We left because Harmony had to "Get her drink on" and she wanted a Cosmo for her birthday. We stumbled into a bar across the street and I saw a big bowl full of NYC condoms. I asked the guy sitting next to me, Tommy (who bought Harmony her bday cosmo and later became my best friend) "Do all bars have these condoms?" The tattoo shop also had them. And he said, "I know at least gay bars do." I said, "Are we in a gay bar?" "You sure are, Honey" he replied, I looked around to see only men, and turned to Kellie and Harmony and yelled, "Guys! We're in a gay bar!" After talking Broadway with Tommy, Harmony and Kellie wanted to go find Tony's. Good news is we found it. Bad news is, it was closed. I have NO idea what time it was at that point, but I still thought it was pretty early to close. Harmony took it upon herself to hail a cab and we prematurely ended up at home. We wanted to go back out so we went to Chelsea Square Restruant to get some of their A+ french toast. I guess we hit the hay sometime after that since I had to be up at 9 am to clean out all the rooms. The only ones left were the RA's and a couple people who's flights had been canceled.
Sally was the last to leave, on Wed, but luckily, Mom got in that night, so I didn't have to spend any nights alone, which I realized as the house got emptier and emptier would be pretty spooky.
Mom's visit was nice. It was relaxing. Did some shopping and sight seeing, but most of the time was spent in doors. I adopted a new sleep pattern of sleeping till 11am, which I've never done before. I'm usually such a morning person. And the weather was crappy so we didn't stay out late. I suppose it was relaxing except for the house drama, which you can read for yourself in the post below this...so, I'll let you go do that....
Sally was the last to leave, on Wed, but luckily, Mom got in that night, so I didn't have to spend any nights alone, which I realized as the house got emptier and emptier would be pretty spooky.
Mom's visit was nice. It was relaxing. Did some shopping and sight seeing, but most of the time was spent in doors. I adopted a new sleep pattern of sleeping till 11am, which I've never done before. I'm usually such a morning person. And the weather was crappy so we didn't stay out late. I suppose it was relaxing except for the house drama, which you can read for yourself in the post below this...so, I'll let you go do that....
What Have I Gotten Myself In To?
I had my last day of BRS a couple weeks ago. I had knitted them all scarves as a Christmas gift. Which they all LOVED and would not shut up about, so that made me feel good. The last day was bitter sweet. I'll miss talking to Kristin. I always loved that about her: she was a genuinely nice person and fun to be around. Chad and Charles were always making me laugh, and Mark couldn't be a nicer boss. More than anything I'll miss the office. I don't think I'll miss the redundant stapling of headshots, or entering data on the computer, but if they wanted to pay me, it would be an easy $8+/hour...
Speaking of money, I am on a frantic search to find a job. I have resorted to applying at Sbux..I know it's something I said I would NEVER do, but, I'm in a bind, plus I'm applying for a Shift Supervisor position, and I figure if I'm running the show, I'll like it better. Once I get settled in my new apt (which I'll tell you about that drama in a sec) I'll go to every bar, cafe, restaurant, store, etc and fill out an application if I need to.
So, apartment drama: Trey found this apartment he LOVED and called me at work and said, “We HAVE to get our applications in NOW!” so we ran over to the broker's office and although Brian showed the apt, he wasn't available to go over the application with us, so Jack did. They said they just had to run a credit check on both us and our guarantors, and then the place will be ours. So, over a week goes by, and I hadn't heard anything. So I call Jack who had to check with Brian. Then my mom keeps getting calls saying she has to fax her tax return or her bank statement and all kinds of other things, although, she already had. My mom was cooperative the first couple times but then she got upset (rightly so) when Brian called and said, “When are you going to fax the info?” my mom said, “I already did. Look, I'm at work, I have to take off to go to Kinko's and pay to use a fax machine since I don't have one. This is getting really old, and I'm sending you confidential info, if it's not going to you, where is it going?” Then Brian says, “Hang on....*shuffle shuffle*...Oh, Uh, Yeah..here it is.” So we already have the first impression that Brian is unorganized. Then a few days later, after having called ALL of mine and my mom's previous employers and landlords I call Brian and ask him how it's looking. “Oh, good, good, we're just waiting on everybody to get their paperwork in, etc.” (Trey and his parent's had to fill out all the same stuff I did and mail it all back.) But they kept assuring me it looked good. Then the Monday before Christmas, I call Brian and ask him once again the status of our application. He said, “It's great, just need you to come sign the lease.” “Great” I say, “I'm free any day, including today” He said, “Well, is it just you, or can your guarantor come in too?” Coincidentally my mom was flying in the Wednesday before Christmas,and since he was going to Washington DC for the holidays, we decided the next Monday would be the best day to all get together. He also agreed to take us over the apt since neither my mom or I had seen it. A week goes by, and Sunday, I call Brian to see what time we would meet the next day. We decided on 1pm. 9am Monday morning, Brian calls and say, “Uh, what time are we meeting today?” (Strike #2) My mom and I get to his office at 1:02 and Brian isn't in yet. His receptionist calls him and he says he's on his way. At 1:10 he comes in, greets me (not my mom—strike 3) and spends the next five or so minutes trying to print the lease. When we finally get into his office, he sits down and says, “Sign, here, here, here, etc.” I ask him I could read what I'm signing and he says, as if this were the most absurd question, “Uh, yeah, I guess...” I'm getting the impression that this guy is 1. higher than a kite and 2. has never read a lease before. My mom and I ask a few basic questions, “Who does she call if something breaks”; “Is the deposit refundable”; “It says here to sign if you've read the fire safety plan, where is that”; “It says to sign if there are guards on the rail, are there?” NONE of which he could answer. He would attempt to answer by talking in circles then read, verbatim the exact paragraph in which we were questioning. After 30 minutes of going in circles my mom says, “Did they train you?” “Um, Yeah!” He says mockingly. We explained that he can't seem to answer any of our questions and I informed him I was not signing anything I did not understand, or say I read something that I did not. He started getting huffy, saying, “Well, then we'll just have to come back to it.” “That's fine” I said. “Well, I'm just not going to sweat a bunch of small things like this fire plan thing.” And I said, “Well I'm not signing anything that says I read something that I haven't read. So when you find where this plan is, I'll read it and sign it.A fire may be unlikely, but it's not something I want to be prepared for.” Then there was some mention of him being unprepared because he thought we were meeting on Wednesday. I could not believe the guy had such lack of short term memory. I reminded him that we talked the Monday before and no where was Wednesday mentioned. Then, here comes the real drama. When it came time to give him a check for the deposit and first months rent. I didn't go to the bank and get a cashier's check because I didn't know how we would divide it between the 3 roommates. So when he says the amount he needs a check for, my mom pulls out her wallet. He says, “They wont accept that, they need a bank issued check.” My mom says, “This is a bank issued check, it has my bank on it.” He says, “Betcha 10 bucks they wont accept that.” My mom says, “Why not? It's got my bank and my routing number on it.” This goes around in a circle and gets quite heated,when finally I say, “Look, I know what a cashier's check is, and I know what a money order is. I don't know what a bank issued check is if that's not one. You can't answer any of our questions, this is going no where. I think I know more about this then you do, and this is you're career! You are being extremely unprofessional. All you do is get defensive and roll your eyes. I'm going to call Jack.” “I haven't even seen this place!” I added. He said, “Well I can take you over there.” And I scoffed, “No, we're going to work with Jack.” I stepped out in the hall and leave a message with Jack saying, “Brian doesn't seem to know what he's doing, he can't answer any of our questions and he's wasting our time. Please call me when you can. I would like to set up a time to go over the lease with you.” As I walk into the office, my mom says, “Grab your stuff, we're leaving.” In the hall she explained to me what happened when I stepped out: Brian read the paragraph that said “Cashier's checks and money orders only. Personal checks will not be accepted.” My mom told him that was the first time in the whole argument anyone ever said personal check . To which Brian replied, “Well you're old enough to know what a bank issued check is.” My mom told him not to insult her, “You piece of crap.”
We walked out of the building, she grabbed a cigarette and I ran to the nearest Starbucks to get a “Grande bold, black.” We were absolutely astonished to have been treated so badly. He had apologized for being new, but being unprepared is something I can not excuse.
Jack called us as soon as he could and apologized profusely. We told him everything that happened and he said we could meet the next day at noon and he would walk us through the lease and answer all of our questions.
All in all, everything was settled that Tuesday and Wednesday except for a small detail of a paper Trey's dad needed to sign, that was over nighted to Denver, but delayed because of New Years. Which is annoying because Brian had the lease for 3 weeks and this should have all been taken care of before the holidays. Anyway, it seems to be pretty much all settled and we'll be in on Monday the 4th. I've been staying in the “dorm” that I spent last semester in, and they've been really cool about letting me stay.
Now it's just packing and cleaning....ugh
Pictures of the place to come!
Speaking of money, I am on a frantic search to find a job. I have resorted to applying at Sbux..I know it's something I said I would NEVER do, but, I'm in a bind, plus I'm applying for a Shift Supervisor position, and I figure if I'm running the show, I'll like it better. Once I get settled in my new apt (which I'll tell you about that drama in a sec) I'll go to every bar, cafe, restaurant, store, etc and fill out an application if I need to.
So, apartment drama: Trey found this apartment he LOVED and called me at work and said, “We HAVE to get our applications in NOW!” so we ran over to the broker's office and although Brian showed the apt, he wasn't available to go over the application with us, so Jack did. They said they just had to run a credit check on both us and our guarantors, and then the place will be ours. So, over a week goes by, and I hadn't heard anything. So I call Jack who had to check with Brian. Then my mom keeps getting calls saying she has to fax her tax return or her bank statement and all kinds of other things, although, she already had. My mom was cooperative the first couple times but then she got upset (rightly so) when Brian called and said, “When are you going to fax the info?” my mom said, “I already did. Look, I'm at work, I have to take off to go to Kinko's and pay to use a fax machine since I don't have one. This is getting really old, and I'm sending you confidential info, if it's not going to you, where is it going?” Then Brian says, “Hang on....*shuffle shuffle*...Oh, Uh, Yeah..here it is.” So we already have the first impression that Brian is unorganized. Then a few days later, after having called ALL of mine and my mom's previous employers and landlords I call Brian and ask him how it's looking. “Oh, good, good, we're just waiting on everybody to get their paperwork in, etc.” (Trey and his parent's had to fill out all the same stuff I did and mail it all back.) But they kept assuring me it looked good. Then the Monday before Christmas, I call Brian and ask him once again the status of our application. He said, “It's great, just need you to come sign the lease.” “Great” I say, “I'm free any day, including today” He said, “Well, is it just you, or can your guarantor come in too?” Coincidentally my mom was flying in the Wednesday before Christmas,and since he was going to Washington DC for the holidays, we decided the next Monday would be the best day to all get together. He also agreed to take us over the apt since neither my mom or I had seen it. A week goes by, and Sunday, I call Brian to see what time we would meet the next day. We decided on 1pm. 9am Monday morning, Brian calls and say, “Uh, what time are we meeting today?” (Strike #2) My mom and I get to his office at 1:02 and Brian isn't in yet. His receptionist calls him and he says he's on his way. At 1:10 he comes in, greets me (not my mom—strike 3) and spends the next five or so minutes trying to print the lease. When we finally get into his office, he sits down and says, “Sign, here, here, here, etc.” I ask him I could read what I'm signing and he says, as if this were the most absurd question, “Uh, yeah, I guess...” I'm getting the impression that this guy is 1. higher than a kite and 2. has never read a lease before. My mom and I ask a few basic questions, “Who does she call if something breaks”; “Is the deposit refundable”; “It says here to sign if you've read the fire safety plan, where is that”; “It says to sign if there are guards on the rail, are there?” NONE of which he could answer. He would attempt to answer by talking in circles then read, verbatim the exact paragraph in which we were questioning. After 30 minutes of going in circles my mom says, “Did they train you?” “Um, Yeah!” He says mockingly. We explained that he can't seem to answer any of our questions and I informed him I was not signing anything I did not understand, or say I read something that I did not. He started getting huffy, saying, “Well, then we'll just have to come back to it.” “That's fine” I said. “Well, I'm just not going to sweat a bunch of small things like this fire plan thing.” And I said, “Well I'm not signing anything that says I read something that I haven't read. So when you find where this plan is, I'll read it and sign it.A fire may be unlikely, but it's not something I want to be prepared for.” Then there was some mention of him being unprepared because he thought we were meeting on Wednesday. I could not believe the guy had such lack of short term memory. I reminded him that we talked the Monday before and no where was Wednesday mentioned. Then, here comes the real drama. When it came time to give him a check for the deposit and first months rent. I didn't go to the bank and get a cashier's check because I didn't know how we would divide it between the 3 roommates. So when he says the amount he needs a check for, my mom pulls out her wallet. He says, “They wont accept that, they need a bank issued check.” My mom says, “This is a bank issued check, it has my bank on it.” He says, “Betcha 10 bucks they wont accept that.” My mom says, “Why not? It's got my bank and my routing number on it.” This goes around in a circle and gets quite heated,when finally I say, “Look, I know what a cashier's check is, and I know what a money order is. I don't know what a bank issued check is if that's not one. You can't answer any of our questions, this is going no where. I think I know more about this then you do, and this is you're career! You are being extremely unprofessional. All you do is get defensive and roll your eyes. I'm going to call Jack.” “I haven't even seen this place!” I added. He said, “Well I can take you over there.” And I scoffed, “No, we're going to work with Jack.” I stepped out in the hall and leave a message with Jack saying, “Brian doesn't seem to know what he's doing, he can't answer any of our questions and he's wasting our time. Please call me when you can. I would like to set up a time to go over the lease with you.” As I walk into the office, my mom says, “Grab your stuff, we're leaving.” In the hall she explained to me what happened when I stepped out: Brian read the paragraph that said “Cashier's checks and money orders only. Personal checks will not be accepted.” My mom told him that was the first time in the whole argument anyone ever said personal check . To which Brian replied, “Well you're old enough to know what a bank issued check is.” My mom told him not to insult her, “You piece of crap.”
We walked out of the building, she grabbed a cigarette and I ran to the nearest Starbucks to get a “Grande bold, black.” We were absolutely astonished to have been treated so badly. He had apologized for being new, but being unprepared is something I can not excuse.
Jack called us as soon as he could and apologized profusely. We told him everything that happened and he said we could meet the next day at noon and he would walk us through the lease and answer all of our questions.
All in all, everything was settled that Tuesday and Wednesday except for a small detail of a paper Trey's dad needed to sign, that was over nighted to Denver, but delayed because of New Years. Which is annoying because Brian had the lease for 3 weeks and this should have all been taken care of before the holidays. Anyway, it seems to be pretty much all settled and we'll be in on Monday the 4th. I've been staying in the “dorm” that I spent last semester in, and they've been really cool about letting me stay.
Now it's just packing and cleaning....ugh
Pictures of the place to come!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Winter Wrap-Up
Sat dec. 5th was the first snow of the year. Sally, Nick, Kelly and I all wanted to go ice skating at The Pond in Bryant Park. As we made our way over to 40th, we discovered that snow wasn't really sticking which made the precipitation pretty slushy. Unfortunately, these conditions are unfit for ice skating. The attendant told us we could skate at our own risk and should we fall, it would be like going swimming. We decided to save the ice skating for a nicer day. Instead we wandered around the shops and headed over to Rockefeller since Nick and Sally hadn't seen the tree yet. I was getting quite miserably soaked and cold, and frankly annoyed by how many time I was carelessly smacked with an umbrella! There were so many people, many of whom, could not maneuver through the streets of Manhattan let alone manage the common courtesy of lifting your umbrella when your practically about to decapitate someone with it!
Anyway, we made it home, soaking wet, but in one piece.
That wed. my dad arrived. He made sure to fit in all the sight seeing: Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Central Park, Grand Central Station, etc. But I think the highlight came on sat. night. My friend, Fallon, who works at Saturday Night Live mentioned that if she had an extra pair of tickets to that week's taping she would call me. I hadn't heard from her by 9 pm, so I wrote it off. I was in my PJ's by 10:00. But at 10:30 I got a phone call from her informing me that if I could be at 30 Rock by 11, she had 2 tickets for me. Dad and I hoped in a cab and took what felt like the slowest cab ride in the history of the world. At 10:58 we were a couple blocks away and stuck in traffic. I figured it would be faster to run. I took off, and after asking a couple people where to go, got our tickets just in time at 11:02.
Oh, did I mention that this also happened to be the show that was hosted by TAYLOR LAUTNER??! And musical guest Bon Jovi! The show was awesome! I was so intrigued by how perfectly choreographed all the set changes were. As one skit was going on, another was being set up on the other side of the room. They have room to potentially set up 5 scenes at once. And all the computer images were synced perfectly. The show went seamlessly with out a glitch. It was easy to forget the show was being taped live. The audience wasn't that big and it felt so intimate like the performers were putting on a show exclusively for us.
Anyway, on to my last week at BRS. I'm going to miss them, but I'm ready to focus my energy on my career and auditioning. Mom's coming next week and it might be a little hectic with finding a day job and trying to move, but the new year will be a whole new beginning for me, and I can't wait to find out what it has in store.
Also, on one last note, I would like to mention an aspect that has come full circle in the Fall '09 NYAP. Nick, Amy and I went to see Kevin and Sally's show at EST last night, and come to find out, it was written by an actor who was in Race Music, the first show we saw as a group together. Granted this show was loads better than Race Music (“The nicest thing I can say about the show was that if this is considered Off-Broadway Theatre then I should have no problem finding a job.”) Anyway, regardless of the show's content or quality, I thought it was a funny little button on the end of the semester.
Anyway, we made it home, soaking wet, but in one piece.
That wed. my dad arrived. He made sure to fit in all the sight seeing: Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Central Park, Grand Central Station, etc. But I think the highlight came on sat. night. My friend, Fallon, who works at Saturday Night Live mentioned that if she had an extra pair of tickets to that week's taping she would call me. I hadn't heard from her by 9 pm, so I wrote it off. I was in my PJ's by 10:00. But at 10:30 I got a phone call from her informing me that if I could be at 30 Rock by 11, she had 2 tickets for me. Dad and I hoped in a cab and took what felt like the slowest cab ride in the history of the world. At 10:58 we were a couple blocks away and stuck in traffic. I figured it would be faster to run. I took off, and after asking a couple people where to go, got our tickets just in time at 11:02.
Oh, did I mention that this also happened to be the show that was hosted by TAYLOR LAUTNER??! And musical guest Bon Jovi! The show was awesome! I was so intrigued by how perfectly choreographed all the set changes were. As one skit was going on, another was being set up on the other side of the room. They have room to potentially set up 5 scenes at once. And all the computer images were synced perfectly. The show went seamlessly with out a glitch. It was easy to forget the show was being taped live. The audience wasn't that big and it felt so intimate like the performers were putting on a show exclusively for us.
Anyway, on to my last week at BRS. I'm going to miss them, but I'm ready to focus my energy on my career and auditioning. Mom's coming next week and it might be a little hectic with finding a day job and trying to move, but the new year will be a whole new beginning for me, and I can't wait to find out what it has in store.
Also, on one last note, I would like to mention an aspect that has come full circle in the Fall '09 NYAP. Nick, Amy and I went to see Kevin and Sally's show at EST last night, and come to find out, it was written by an actor who was in Race Music, the first show we saw as a group together. Granted this show was loads better than Race Music (“The nicest thing I can say about the show was that if this is considered Off-Broadway Theatre then I should have no problem finding a job.”) Anyway, regardless of the show's content or quality, I thought it was a funny little button on the end of the semester.
Friday, December 4, 2009
It's Starting to Feel A Lot Like Christmas
I saw this casting notice for an audition for Proof by David Auburn, which is one of my favorite shows, but it was up in the Bronx, so I was kind of leerie about going. Mostly because the Bronx is unexplored territory and it was at 7:30 pm, but I forced myself to suck it up and go. An hour subway ride later, I get off and start heading towards the address I had written down. It's sort of a main street, lots of cars and shops, kind of janky, but there seemed to be lots of families and people going about business as usual so I felt pretty safe. I headed towards the address, and I arrived at a cemetery. There was a little stone building a little ways off the road, and I could see they had an advertisement for Proof. I figured I was in the right place, although it seemed really weird. I had given myself extra time in case I got lost, so I was the only one there. I thought, "Great, not only am I in the Bronx, I'm in a cemetery!! Beginning of a bad horror story??" I didn't want to sit in the dark graveyard and wait, so I took refugee in the Dunkin' Doughnuts across the street. I figured I'd wait until 7 before giving up and heading home. About 20 minutes later four or five other actors showed up so I waited with them. Once the auditions got going, it was fine. It's a legit little community theatre, and they seem like really nice people. Unfortunatly, their venue happens to be in a cemetery...
I also saw A Starry Messenger with Matthew Brodderick, which was very good. I had my doubts but it exceeded my expectations.
Thanksgiving was very festive, Whole Foods catered, so it was very delicious. Black Friday I bought a new camera. Mine died after my trip to Vegas, and although it probably only needed a new battery, what's the fun in that? Besides, it came with a free printer! Anyway, I headed down to the Rockafeller Plaza, Bryant Park and Chelsea Market to test it out. These are the products, enjoy!
The Empire State Building gets different colored lights for different events and holidays. I thought the Thanksgiving colors were especially beautiful
Chelsea Market is home of many gourmet and specialty shops, like this bakery:
The Tree and ice skating rink at Rockafeller Center
My picture doesn't do justice to the 500 pounds Swarovski Crystal star, so, here's a close up
Granted, Fergie isn't the tallest, but the star is still ridiculous
I also saw A Starry Messenger with Matthew Brodderick, which was very good. I had my doubts but it exceeded my expectations.
Thanksgiving was very festive, Whole Foods catered, so it was very delicious. Black Friday I bought a new camera. Mine died after my trip to Vegas, and although it probably only needed a new battery, what's the fun in that? Besides, it came with a free printer! Anyway, I headed down to the Rockafeller Plaza, Bryant Park and Chelsea Market to test it out. These are the products, enjoy!
The Empire State Building gets different colored lights for different events and holidays. I thought the Thanksgiving colors were especially beautiful
The Tree and ice skating rink at Rockafeller Center
My picture doesn't do justice to the 500 pounds Swarovski Crystal star, so, here's a close up
Granted, Fergie isn't the tallest, but the star is still ridiculous
Sunday, November 29, 2009
November in a Nut Shell
Oh.my.gosh. Where has Nov. gone? It has been so long since I've written a post. I don't even remember what has happened. Because I love lists, I am going to make lists of things I have done to, 1) jog my memory, and 2) keep this from being 100 pages long.
Lets see, in no particular order, I:
1. Saw Encores! presentation of Girl Crazy with Marc Kudisch, Ana Gasteyer, and Wayne Knight
2. I had my first NYC audition
3. I had my first NYC callback
4. Saw Twilight and thought it was the funniest movie of the year...though, for reasons not intended by the writer, director, actors, etc.
5. I went to the Bronx zoo
6. Went to the Comedy Cellar where Dave Chappelle made a surprise appearance.
7. Went to the Macy's Day Parade
8. Ate until I wanted TA-die
9. Partook in coining two new phrases: "Baby's Neck" and "Unhappy Hipsters"
10. Attempted to ford Macy's on Black Friday
11. Explored the shops in Bryant Park and Chelsea Market
12.Bought a new digital camera (fun pictures to come)
13. Discovered an amazing and cheap sushi place on 28th
14. Got addicted to Bikram "Hot" Yoga
15. Ventured down to Costco in Brooklyn, just to get a slice of cheese pizza
That is all I can think of for now. I'm sorry this entry is such a cop-out, but please, if you care for me to elaborate, just ask!
As for Dec, I'm just going to be looking for a job/apartment! woot!
Lets see, in no particular order, I:
1. Saw Encores! presentation of Girl Crazy with Marc Kudisch, Ana Gasteyer, and Wayne Knight
2. I had my first NYC audition
3. I had my first NYC callback
4. Saw Twilight and thought it was the funniest movie of the year...though, for reasons not intended by the writer, director, actors, etc.
5. I went to the Bronx zoo
6. Went to the Comedy Cellar where Dave Chappelle made a surprise appearance.
7. Went to the Macy's Day Parade
8. Ate until I wanted TA-die
9. Partook in coining two new phrases: "Baby's Neck" and "Unhappy Hipsters"
10. Attempted to ford Macy's on Black Friday
11. Explored the shops in Bryant Park and Chelsea Market
12.Bought a new digital camera (fun pictures to come)
13. Discovered an amazing and cheap sushi place on 28th
14. Got addicted to Bikram "Hot" Yoga
15. Ventured down to Costco in Brooklyn, just to get a slice of cheese pizza
That is all I can think of for now. I'm sorry this entry is such a cop-out, but please, if you care for me to elaborate, just ask!
As for Dec, I'm just going to be looking for a job/apartment! woot!
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