Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
"Drain the fountain, put the fish in cups, and let's build a fire pit!!!"
The only reason I am writing in this today is because Amy Pfrimmer gave me such grief last night at the Le Petit Holiday Party.
So, here Amy, here is your damn post!
:-)
For the past two weeks, life has been filled with trips to the casino for major penny slot winnings and magical breakfast buffets, Lisa's Saints' themed birthday bash at Avenue Pub, The Princess and the Frog, latkes, and egg nog daiquiris.
So far, I would say, a pretty successful holiday season.
This past weekend was more of the same.
Well, Friday I couldn't get tickets to the Judith and Harry sing-a-long that Trina always raves about.
And I was completely exhausted from the 8 days of partying I had done prior, so I decided home, on my couch, was the best option.
Slept forever.
Went and had lunch on Saturday with my long lost friend Izzy.
We went to the new place, Catch, on Magazine St.
It is where my old restaurant used to be.
The people from Byblos took over.
It looks pretty nice on the inside, not one...not even two, but 3 giant flat screen TVs adorn the walls.
The food was actually quite yummy, too.
We split a few things...sauteed mushrooms, steamed mussels, a spinach salad with this weird, but awesomely tart raspberry dressing, and a celery root wrapped in smoked salmon with delicious dill dressing.
The best thing about it, though, was the fact that their version of bread service is jalapeno cheddar hush puppies.
I was very happy since I have been wanting one single hush puppy for about 6 months now.
So, yeah.
Goal achieved...tastily, too.
And the dessert crepes were yummy...pistachio cream filled with raspberry coulis on top.
They should do quite well in that locale.
Did the rest of the present shopping that day as well.
Plum is always my go to store.
It's just got the quirkiest little knick knacks.
I love it.
But the best gift I found was for AJ.
Literally, I saw this thing, and new I would never find a more appropriate gift for one of my friends.
I had promised to get him a Saints shirt for Christmas since he is now a bona fide fan.
AJ, also happens to be a large fan of the children's book, Where the Wild Things Are.
Miracle of miracles...there is a t-shirt with the Wild Things dressed in full Saints' gear.
I may have squealed in delight, just a bit.
Hopefully, this shirt will bring better luck than the Franken-Brees shirt he was wearing Saturday night.
(PS..I already gave it to him, so none of this is ruining the surprise)
Speaking of Saturday night.....sigh....
It was sad ya'll.
We know.
I don't want to delve into specifics because it makes me sad.
But I was with Keith, Sam, AJ, and Casie for the last half of the game.
And everyone kept saying we could still pull it out.
Cerveris sent a text that he had just gotten out of his show and could really concentrate on the important things, like the Saints, not Broadway.
Marshall was in TEXAS, in a TEXAS bar, wearing full SAINTS attire.
He kept sending me updates, saying how everyone was giving him a hard time.
And when Keith called the missed field goal from Dallas at the end, not only did we go nuts, but we all really thought that was a sign.
It just sucks that Drew didn't even get a chance to score on that last down.
Getting sacked just blew.
But as Keith kept saying...."13-FUN!"
As long as we don't drift to "13-BOO!", I'll be ok.
Sunday...bar tending for the old White Christmas, and then Holiday party at the theatre.
Quite nice that it was an open bar party.
At one point, everyone was on the balcony watching the drunk caroling going on in the Square(it was led by Becky Allen, can we all just take a moment to relish that very idea)...AJ asks Gary Solomon, "Gary, is the balcony supposed to lean?"
To which Gary responds, "It's charming AJ! It's got charm! And I checked the insurance policy, we're fine should we fall."
At the point of major tipsiness I kept saying how good the chicken looked, and how I wish I ate chicken.
AJ: "Why are you a vegetarian? If meat looks good, just eat it."
ME: "If I'm not, I don't really have anything else that is interesting about me."
AJ: "Oh, yeah, that's totally true. That's really the only thing you've got going for you. Except your giant glasses. You'll get rid of those, too, though, and then dye your hair blonde..and you'll be done for after that."
After this point...AJ convinced me a LUCKY DOG was the best thing I could do to myself.
So he bought me a lucky dog.
Which only conjures thoughts of my friend Kristin Popich, in a full ball gown after the Orpheuscapade, walking down Bourbon ( we are all completely wasted), yelling to us that we have to stop walking because she really REALLY needs a luck dog.
Like you do, when its 3AM and you're trashed on Bourbon during Mardi Gras.
I ate a lucky dog.
It was ok.
About ten minutes later I was sick in the bathroom.
I'm sure it was psychosomatic.
None the less, bad idea Natalie.
AJ was very proud of himself.
Happily yelling, "I just made you eat FIVE kinds of meat."
Ugh.
Yeah...so I guess that's that.
Are you happy Amy?
Hope everyone has a stellar Holiday, and enjoys their shortened work weeks.
If anyone wants to go see Nine or Sherlock Holmes with me.
I will be in attendance for both this Christmas.
And let's keep the support for the Boys going!
14-FUN here we come!
So, here Amy, here is your damn post!
:-)
For the past two weeks, life has been filled with trips to the casino for major penny slot winnings and magical breakfast buffets, Lisa's Saints' themed birthday bash at Avenue Pub, The Princess and the Frog, latkes, and egg nog daiquiris.
So far, I would say, a pretty successful holiday season.
This past weekend was more of the same.
Well, Friday I couldn't get tickets to the Judith and Harry sing-a-long that Trina always raves about.
And I was completely exhausted from the 8 days of partying I had done prior, so I decided home, on my couch, was the best option.
Slept forever.
Went and had lunch on Saturday with my long lost friend Izzy.
We went to the new place, Catch, on Magazine St.
It is where my old restaurant used to be.
The people from Byblos took over.
It looks pretty nice on the inside, not one...not even two, but 3 giant flat screen TVs adorn the walls.
The food was actually quite yummy, too.
We split a few things...sauteed mushrooms, steamed mussels, a spinach salad with this weird, but awesomely tart raspberry dressing, and a celery root wrapped in smoked salmon with delicious dill dressing.
The best thing about it, though, was the fact that their version of bread service is jalapeno cheddar hush puppies.
I was very happy since I have been wanting one single hush puppy for about 6 months now.
So, yeah.
Goal achieved...tastily, too.
And the dessert crepes were yummy...pistachio cream filled with raspberry coulis on top.
They should do quite well in that locale.
Did the rest of the present shopping that day as well.
Plum is always my go to store.
It's just got the quirkiest little knick knacks.
I love it.
But the best gift I found was for AJ.
Literally, I saw this thing, and new I would never find a more appropriate gift for one of my friends.
I had promised to get him a Saints shirt for Christmas since he is now a bona fide fan.
AJ, also happens to be a large fan of the children's book, Where the Wild Things Are.
Miracle of miracles...there is a t-shirt with the Wild Things dressed in full Saints' gear.
I may have squealed in delight, just a bit.
Hopefully, this shirt will bring better luck than the Franken-Brees shirt he was wearing Saturday night.
(PS..I already gave it to him, so none of this is ruining the surprise)
Speaking of Saturday night.....sigh....
It was sad ya'll.
We know.
I don't want to delve into specifics because it makes me sad.
But I was with Keith, Sam, AJ, and Casie for the last half of the game.
And everyone kept saying we could still pull it out.
Cerveris sent a text that he had just gotten out of his show and could really concentrate on the important things, like the Saints, not Broadway.
Marshall was in TEXAS, in a TEXAS bar, wearing full SAINTS attire.
He kept sending me updates, saying how everyone was giving him a hard time.
And when Keith called the missed field goal from Dallas at the end, not only did we go nuts, but we all really thought that was a sign.
It just sucks that Drew didn't even get a chance to score on that last down.
Getting sacked just blew.
But as Keith kept saying...."13-FUN!"
As long as we don't drift to "13-BOO!", I'll be ok.
Sunday...bar tending for the old White Christmas, and then Holiday party at the theatre.
Quite nice that it was an open bar party.
At one point, everyone was on the balcony watching the drunk caroling going on in the Square(it was led by Becky Allen, can we all just take a moment to relish that very idea)...AJ asks Gary Solomon, "Gary, is the balcony supposed to lean?"
To which Gary responds, "It's charming AJ! It's got charm! And I checked the insurance policy, we're fine should we fall."
At the point of major tipsiness I kept saying how good the chicken looked, and how I wish I ate chicken.
AJ: "Why are you a vegetarian? If meat looks good, just eat it."
ME: "If I'm not, I don't really have anything else that is interesting about me."
AJ: "Oh, yeah, that's totally true. That's really the only thing you've got going for you. Except your giant glasses. You'll get rid of those, too, though, and then dye your hair blonde..and you'll be done for after that."
After this point...AJ convinced me a LUCKY DOG was the best thing I could do to myself.
So he bought me a lucky dog.
Which only conjures thoughts of my friend Kristin Popich, in a full ball gown after the Orpheuscapade, walking down Bourbon ( we are all completely wasted), yelling to us that we have to stop walking because she really REALLY needs a luck dog.
Like you do, when its 3AM and you're trashed on Bourbon during Mardi Gras.
I ate a lucky dog.
It was ok.
About ten minutes later I was sick in the bathroom.
I'm sure it was psychosomatic.
None the less, bad idea Natalie.
AJ was very proud of himself.
Happily yelling, "I just made you eat FIVE kinds of meat."
Ugh.
Yeah...so I guess that's that.
Are you happy Amy?
Hope everyone has a stellar Holiday, and enjoys their shortened work weeks.
If anyone wants to go see Nine or Sherlock Holmes with me.
I will be in attendance for both this Christmas.
And let's keep the support for the Boys going!
14-FUN here we come!
Friday, December 11, 2009
"Maxine, you're bigger than life, and twice as unnatural."
All right boys in Black and Gold.
Let's make sure that this weekend's game is a lot less stressful than the one in DC last week.
Yikes.
I was watching the game at my good friend Marshall's house when the tides began turning into a very bad direction.
I was so frustrated and angry that I silently removed myself from the living room, and went back into the bedroom where I curled into the fetal position and concentrated with all my might.
I could hear the guys' reactions to everything that was happening in the closing minutes of the game, and being the superstitious human that I am, I refused to move until the team had safely secured an overtime chance.
Slowly, as the game started shifting back in to Brees' oh so capable hands, I tip-toed out into the doorway of the living room.
I successfully got to watch most of the overtime before the boys saw me and started yelling for me to get back into bed before we did something stupid like miss a game winning field goal.
But I didn't, and they didn't, and the glorious streak of perfection was upheld for one more week.
It's a beautiful thing.
Onto a more theatrically inclined post...
I killed at my auditions last week! And I truly never think that I'm anything close to good at most auditions.
Nor, do I ever really think I deserve big roles, but, I wanted this role! And I know I can do it, and do it well.
My only problem is that on stage I look about 19...with the right costumes I can pass for my actual age, maybe late 20s...but c'mon, I've made a career out of highschoolers and toddlers!
So I was very nervous about the looking "age appropriate" factor.
But, I hear make-up can do wonders these days!
So, needless to say.
I am very happy to get to be in The Night of the Iguana for the Tennessee Williams Fest this year!
Huzzah!
I told my mom they were going to have to age me and she said, "To how old? Like my age?"
To which I responded, "Oh GOD NO! Not that old....jesus, mother."
Hehehe. I love teasing my mom about being old.
She has such a problem with it, and she shouldn't.
My mother is stunning and looks about 15 years younger than she actually is.
I just really, really like reminding her that she basically is a senior citizen, especially since she takes Centrum Silver.
HA!
Youth.
Overrated.
I already have the personality of a 45 year old divorcee and the dress code of a vintage librarian.
Speaking of getting older...
My prom is right around the corner, people.
February 20th.
I turn 25.
We are having prom at Southern Rep.
Dress codes, guest lists, corsages, and spiked punch.
It will be epic.
Plan accordingly.
Let's make sure that this weekend's game is a lot less stressful than the one in DC last week.
Yikes.
I was watching the game at my good friend Marshall's house when the tides began turning into a very bad direction.
I was so frustrated and angry that I silently removed myself from the living room, and went back into the bedroom where I curled into the fetal position and concentrated with all my might.
I could hear the guys' reactions to everything that was happening in the closing minutes of the game, and being the superstitious human that I am, I refused to move until the team had safely secured an overtime chance.
Slowly, as the game started shifting back in to Brees' oh so capable hands, I tip-toed out into the doorway of the living room.
I successfully got to watch most of the overtime before the boys saw me and started yelling for me to get back into bed before we did something stupid like miss a game winning field goal.
But I didn't, and they didn't, and the glorious streak of perfection was upheld for one more week.
It's a beautiful thing.
Onto a more theatrically inclined post...
I killed at my auditions last week! And I truly never think that I'm anything close to good at most auditions.
Nor, do I ever really think I deserve big roles, but, I wanted this role! And I know I can do it, and do it well.
My only problem is that on stage I look about 19...with the right costumes I can pass for my actual age, maybe late 20s...but c'mon, I've made a career out of highschoolers and toddlers!
So I was very nervous about the looking "age appropriate" factor.
But, I hear make-up can do wonders these days!
So, needless to say.
I am very happy to get to be in The Night of the Iguana for the Tennessee Williams Fest this year!
Huzzah!
I told my mom they were going to have to age me and she said, "To how old? Like my age?"
To which I responded, "Oh GOD NO! Not that old....jesus, mother."
Hehehe. I love teasing my mom about being old.
She has such a problem with it, and she shouldn't.
My mother is stunning and looks about 15 years younger than she actually is.
I just really, really like reminding her that she basically is a senior citizen, especially since she takes Centrum Silver.
HA!
Youth.
Overrated.
I already have the personality of a 45 year old divorcee and the dress code of a vintage librarian.
Speaking of getting older...
My prom is right around the corner, people.
February 20th.
I turn 25.
We are having prom at Southern Rep.
Dress codes, guest lists, corsages, and spiked punch.
It will be epic.
Plan accordingly.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Who is that who says they are going to beat my Saints?
My goodness it has been quite a long time my friends.
My life truly is un-entertaining when I don't have rehearsals and shows to fill my time.
Anywho.
Just got back from a lovely vacay in Seaside for Thanksgiving.
Went with the fam and my bestie Shauna.
She comes with us every year for Thanksgiving because she's from LA, so she doesn't have any family here to go hang with.
It was our third together.
And we are getting ready to celebrate our three year anniversary. It's a lovely thing that I have Shauna.
Our relationship is tremendously more fantastic than any I've had with any of my long term boyfriends.
The beach was lovely.
I drank too much wine and ate way too much food.
Speaking of delicious food. I'm not even going to go into the fantastic-ness that was eaten all day on Turkey Day itself....but the food in Florida was so yummy! At this little french bistro we bough these amazing strawberry Parisian macaroons.
Holy lord.
And some other random beach front restaurant had this delicious veggie sandwich with zucchini, roasted peppers, pesto, and fresh water mozzarella that was about 2 inches think.
And the last place Shauna and I went to as sort of our final evening date was this little wine bar, similar to Delachaise, I would say. Everything was supposed to be tapas but it was HUGE!
We had a cheese plate with like six different cheeses, a whole sliced orange, apple, grapes, strawberries, and giant loaf of bread. We also ordered a crepe (Which was two GIANT crepes, BTW) filled with field greens, honey, walnuts, and goat cheese.
And, finally we had sauteed shrimp with tomatoes, onions and a Gorgonzola sauce. Everything was so delicious, and gianormous portions.
We were in quite a lot of pain by the end of the ordeal.
But it was vacay, so it was completely acceptable.
I did not want to come back home and go to work.
But I am very much looking forward to this week.
Very important Saints game last night!
Tom Brady is a little girl.
I'm glad we made him cry.
I almost cried from pure elation.
And very important auditions later in the week.
I'm going to destroy people at those auditions.
I have never been so psyched up for an audition in my entire life. It's like all of a sudden my extremely competitive high school edge has come back.
And I will be on the hunt for weak actresses Thursday and Friday.
November was so fun-filled I don't know how December is going to compete.
I am very much looking forward to Celebration in the Oaks.
But I think that's about it.
Ah well.
I'll just focus all my energy onto my fellas in black and gold!
Especially Mr. Fugita and Mr. Colston. (My defensive, and offensive boyfriends, respectively.)
My life truly is un-entertaining when I don't have rehearsals and shows to fill my time.
Anywho.
Just got back from a lovely vacay in Seaside for Thanksgiving.
Went with the fam and my bestie Shauna.
She comes with us every year for Thanksgiving because she's from LA, so she doesn't have any family here to go hang with.
It was our third together.
And we are getting ready to celebrate our three year anniversary. It's a lovely thing that I have Shauna.
Our relationship is tremendously more fantastic than any I've had with any of my long term boyfriends.
The beach was lovely.
I drank too much wine and ate way too much food.
Speaking of delicious food. I'm not even going to go into the fantastic-ness that was eaten all day on Turkey Day itself....but the food in Florida was so yummy! At this little french bistro we bough these amazing strawberry Parisian macaroons.
Holy lord.
And some other random beach front restaurant had this delicious veggie sandwich with zucchini, roasted peppers, pesto, and fresh water mozzarella that was about 2 inches think.
And the last place Shauna and I went to as sort of our final evening date was this little wine bar, similar to Delachaise, I would say. Everything was supposed to be tapas but it was HUGE!
We had a cheese plate with like six different cheeses, a whole sliced orange, apple, grapes, strawberries, and giant loaf of bread. We also ordered a crepe (Which was two GIANT crepes, BTW) filled with field greens, honey, walnuts, and goat cheese.
And, finally we had sauteed shrimp with tomatoes, onions and a Gorgonzola sauce. Everything was so delicious, and gianormous portions.
We were in quite a lot of pain by the end of the ordeal.
But it was vacay, so it was completely acceptable.
I did not want to come back home and go to work.
But I am very much looking forward to this week.
Very important Saints game last night!
Tom Brady is a little girl.
I'm glad we made him cry.
I almost cried from pure elation.
And very important auditions later in the week.
I'm going to destroy people at those auditions.
I have never been so psyched up for an audition in my entire life. It's like all of a sudden my extremely competitive high school edge has come back.
And I will be on the hunt for weak actresses Thursday and Friday.
November was so fun-filled I don't know how December is going to compete.
I am very much looking forward to Celebration in the Oaks.
But I think that's about it.
Ah well.
I'll just focus all my energy onto my fellas in black and gold!
Especially Mr. Fugita and Mr. Colston. (My defensive, and offensive boyfriends, respectively.)
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
WISHES!!!!
Oh my.
Where to begin writing about our fantastical trip to the happiest place on earth?
I had such a blasty in Disney World! I guess I'll just go through day by day and share the magic!
**Let me just being by saying that on the plane ride over there, my seat buddy, Randolph...an extremely charming, charismatic man gave me free drink tickets the whole time and told me all about his wife and 5 kids. And then proceeded to inquire about which bar I would be at that evening....I have a gift, what can I say.**
Day 1: The Universal and Beyond
I got to Orlando Wednesday night, while the rest of them (AJ, Kristin, and Alex) arrived at about 7:30 -8o'clock Thursday morning.
At which point they called and were like, "Let's go to Universal Studios! We're ready to go!!!"
I had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep, as had the three of them between all the driving.
So, we all meet up in our room, where I announce I need to take a bag with me, as to hold my massive amounts of crap: suntan lotion, sunglasses,sweaters, camera, phone, etc.
Alex says I shouldn't take a bag cause it will hold us up trying to get through the lines.
Whatever!
I'm a girl, and I need a bag to carry everything!
(By the by, EVERYONE put crap in the bag that I carried. So there.)
We psyched ourselves up on the car ride over for this brand new ride called Rock It.
It's an interactive roller coaster. You basically pick the soundtrack that you listen to while riding this massive thing. The ride goes from one end of the park to the other and in and out of other buildings in the park. It looked amazing.
We get to the park, and it is almost completely empty.
AND NO BAG CHECK LINE!
We immediately go ride The Hulk.
Then Alex takes us over to the Popeye Ride. Which is like a big raft ride through Popeye world. It would have been pretty fun if the ride had not included about 6 waterfalls which completely soaked all of us.
It literally looked as though we had jumped in a pool.
Not happy campers.
Well, Alex was fine...but Kristin and I were pissed we spent an hour getting ready only to have dirty ride water thrown in our faces.
Since we were all completely drenched we went to the Dudley Do-Right ride next...which only furthered our shivering cold wetness.
On to JURASSIC PARK WORLD!
Ahhh it was so glorious, and so much fun to just walk around being way to excited about fake dinosaurs, and quoting the movie non stop.
Up next, Dueling Dragons! The roller coaster with two tracks and two separate cars riding at each other. Literally looks as though your going to A. plummet into the ground and B. hit the other car dead on.
Awesome!
As we were walking over to the other half of the park we noticed the massive new ride Rock It was not running. Highly disappointing. Shut down for the only day we could ride it.
From there we rode The Mummy, Jaws, Men in Black, and the hilarious Simpsons' Ride. The detail for that ride is so fantastic. It's probably my favorite thing in the whole park. AJ's head nearly exploded with happiness since that is his favorite show on the planet.
We left at closing time, went and ate dinner and then we all passed out at around 7:30 that night.
We didn't wake up till 8 the next morning.
Stellar first day!
Day 2: The Kingdoms
Animal Kingdom was up first.
Of course we hit up the Dino Land right after The Bug's Life Show. We had built up how scary this one ride was for Kristin that she just covered her face the entire time and the picture was the three of us laughing hysterically and Kristin's head in her lap. The ride isn't even bad at all...it was just fun to make her nervous.
We rode that one twice so we could get a good photo to buy...the second one involved Alex just staring and laughing at Kristin, her looking stunned by the giant dino and AJ punching me in the face. Memories.
The Mount Everest roller coaster starring the Yeti is uber fun.
We decided to skip the Kali River Rapids ride, since we had gotten sufficiently soaked the day before.
From there we took the monorail to the glorious Magic Kingdom!
So many rides to be ridden: Peter Pan, It's a Small World, Splash Mountain, Thunder Mountain every other mountain you can think of. AJ and Alex even made us go to the Hall of Presidents. I thoroughly enjoyed how each of the four of us separately cheered for our fave presidents, mine being Rutherford B. Hayes....c'mon...who names their kid Rutherford? (Trina, maybe you can start a new trend...)
One of the coolest things that happened was the first entrance of Princess Tiana. She is the first black princess that Disney has created and her movie is coming out in November I think...called The Princess and the Toad. And the whole thing is set in New Orleans! So for her first entrance into Disney they had this massive second line, and the big River Boat all decorated in Mardi Gras colors and she was on the ship with her interracial boyfriend Prince (another first for Disney). And all the music is jazz from New Orleans in the 40's because that's when the movie takes place. It was pretty fun to see and hear all of that.
Finished off the night truly running through Magic Kingdom to the buses trying to beat the mad rush of people who would be flocking that way after WISHES the magical fireworks show was done.
That night we went to downtown Orlando...the very spot a crazed gunman was on the loose, but 6 hours prior to our arrival there.
No worries, they had caught him earlier in the day after her shot 6 people.
We went to a very yummy sushi place where they had created rolls such as: Chicken Teryaki Roll, Cream Cheese, Avocado & Cashew Roll, and Sweet Potato Tempura Roll. Yum.
On to Orlando Nightlife....ugh.
We walked into a bar and sat down and I said, "I'm wearing glasses and vintage clothing...I'm clearly in the minority."
AND they served me "Jameson" in like a plastic condiment cup.
This was NOT Jameson....the bottle had a WHITE label.
I was unhappy to say the least.
But, then we found a little hole in the wall with a lovely bartender and the night was redeemed.
DAY 3: Hooray for Hollywood & The World Showcase
At long last, my favorite part of the trip.
Hollywood Studios and Epcot.
We immediately got in line for The Tower of Terror. My absolute favorite ride in all of Disney. I love the setup for the ride. The creepy old hotel, the 40s music playing the entire time.
Yay! The best.
Hopped on over to The Rock n Roller Coaster! (The Aerosmith ride as everyone calls it.)
Then, Muppets 3-D, The Great Movie Ride (AJ nearly had convulsions because the tour guide was so god awful), and then the tour through Walt Disney's life.
Boat ride over to Epcot and the fun really began!
It was Food and Wine Festival in Epcot the weekend we were there. Which means in addition to all the countries they already have set up in Epcot, they add about 15 more booths from different cities and have wine and food to try from all of them.
Quite delicious and fun.
Soarin' which is one of the most pleasant rides created had a 70 minute long wait, which Alex really wanted to join so Kristin went along as well.
Allegra and I decided sitting on a bench in France drinking was a much better route. So we just sat and chatted for about 2 hours while I proceeded to get pretty drunk off of 4 Frozen Greygoose Lemonades.
We all went and had dinner in China, jumped on the absolutely wonderfully terrible Norway Troll ride, and then walked around the countries.
Whiskey in the UK, pina coladas in Mexico, more Greygoose in France, Spumanti and gelato in Italy, and PURPLE HAZE in the New Orleans booth for USA.
$6.00 tiny Purple Haze, but hey, we were supporting local even from out of state!
We stayed for the fireworks in Epcot, mainly because we were all far too intoxicated to outrun any crowd. It was lovely.
And such a good ending to our vacay.
On my plane ride home the next the pilot played the last ten minutes of the Saints game on the radio for everyone on board.
8-0
Such a good ending to our wonderfully awesome vacay.
So much ridiculously, hilarious things were said and done, but I'll leave you with my three favorite quotes of the trip:
"It's vacation, just pee!"--Alex
"We have to leave Norway so I stop talking like a vampire"--AJ
"If you do not stop I am going to take you home! AND I MEAN NEW JERSEY!"--angry parent
Where to begin writing about our fantastical trip to the happiest place on earth?
I had such a blasty in Disney World! I guess I'll just go through day by day and share the magic!
**Let me just being by saying that on the plane ride over there, my seat buddy, Randolph...an extremely charming, charismatic man gave me free drink tickets the whole time and told me all about his wife and 5 kids. And then proceeded to inquire about which bar I would be at that evening....I have a gift, what can I say.**
Day 1: The Universal and Beyond
I got to Orlando Wednesday night, while the rest of them (AJ, Kristin, and Alex) arrived at about 7:30 -8o'clock Thursday morning.
At which point they called and were like, "Let's go to Universal Studios! We're ready to go!!!"
I had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep, as had the three of them between all the driving.
So, we all meet up in our room, where I announce I need to take a bag with me, as to hold my massive amounts of crap: suntan lotion, sunglasses,sweaters, camera, phone, etc.
Alex says I shouldn't take a bag cause it will hold us up trying to get through the lines.
Whatever!
I'm a girl, and I need a bag to carry everything!
(By the by, EVERYONE put crap in the bag that I carried. So there.)
We psyched ourselves up on the car ride over for this brand new ride called Rock It.
It's an interactive roller coaster. You basically pick the soundtrack that you listen to while riding this massive thing. The ride goes from one end of the park to the other and in and out of other buildings in the park. It looked amazing.
We get to the park, and it is almost completely empty.
AND NO BAG CHECK LINE!
We immediately go ride The Hulk.
Then Alex takes us over to the Popeye Ride. Which is like a big raft ride through Popeye world. It would have been pretty fun if the ride had not included about 6 waterfalls which completely soaked all of us.
It literally looked as though we had jumped in a pool.
Not happy campers.
Well, Alex was fine...but Kristin and I were pissed we spent an hour getting ready only to have dirty ride water thrown in our faces.
Since we were all completely drenched we went to the Dudley Do-Right ride next...which only furthered our shivering cold wetness.
On to JURASSIC PARK WORLD!
Ahhh it was so glorious, and so much fun to just walk around being way to excited about fake dinosaurs, and quoting the movie non stop.
Up next, Dueling Dragons! The roller coaster with two tracks and two separate cars riding at each other. Literally looks as though your going to A. plummet into the ground and B. hit the other car dead on.
Awesome!
As we were walking over to the other half of the park we noticed the massive new ride Rock It was not running. Highly disappointing. Shut down for the only day we could ride it.
From there we rode The Mummy, Jaws, Men in Black, and the hilarious Simpsons' Ride. The detail for that ride is so fantastic. It's probably my favorite thing in the whole park. AJ's head nearly exploded with happiness since that is his favorite show on the planet.
We left at closing time, went and ate dinner and then we all passed out at around 7:30 that night.
We didn't wake up till 8 the next morning.
Stellar first day!
Day 2: The Kingdoms
Animal Kingdom was up first.
Of course we hit up the Dino Land right after The Bug's Life Show. We had built up how scary this one ride was for Kristin that she just covered her face the entire time and the picture was the three of us laughing hysterically and Kristin's head in her lap. The ride isn't even bad at all...it was just fun to make her nervous.
We rode that one twice so we could get a good photo to buy...the second one involved Alex just staring and laughing at Kristin, her looking stunned by the giant dino and AJ punching me in the face. Memories.
The Mount Everest roller coaster starring the Yeti is uber fun.
We decided to skip the Kali River Rapids ride, since we had gotten sufficiently soaked the day before.
From there we took the monorail to the glorious Magic Kingdom!
So many rides to be ridden: Peter Pan, It's a Small World, Splash Mountain, Thunder Mountain every other mountain you can think of. AJ and Alex even made us go to the Hall of Presidents. I thoroughly enjoyed how each of the four of us separately cheered for our fave presidents, mine being Rutherford B. Hayes....c'mon...who names their kid Rutherford? (Trina, maybe you can start a new trend...)
One of the coolest things that happened was the first entrance of Princess Tiana. She is the first black princess that Disney has created and her movie is coming out in November I think...called The Princess and the Toad. And the whole thing is set in New Orleans! So for her first entrance into Disney they had this massive second line, and the big River Boat all decorated in Mardi Gras colors and she was on the ship with her interracial boyfriend Prince (another first for Disney). And all the music is jazz from New Orleans in the 40's because that's when the movie takes place. It was pretty fun to see and hear all of that.
Finished off the night truly running through Magic Kingdom to the buses trying to beat the mad rush of people who would be flocking that way after WISHES the magical fireworks show was done.
That night we went to downtown Orlando...the very spot a crazed gunman was on the loose, but 6 hours prior to our arrival there.
No worries, they had caught him earlier in the day after her shot 6 people.
We went to a very yummy sushi place where they had created rolls such as: Chicken Teryaki Roll, Cream Cheese, Avocado & Cashew Roll, and Sweet Potato Tempura Roll. Yum.
On to Orlando Nightlife....ugh.
We walked into a bar and sat down and I said, "I'm wearing glasses and vintage clothing...I'm clearly in the minority."
AND they served me "Jameson" in like a plastic condiment cup.
This was NOT Jameson....the bottle had a WHITE label.
I was unhappy to say the least.
But, then we found a little hole in the wall with a lovely bartender and the night was redeemed.
DAY 3: Hooray for Hollywood & The World Showcase
At long last, my favorite part of the trip.
Hollywood Studios and Epcot.
We immediately got in line for The Tower of Terror. My absolute favorite ride in all of Disney. I love the setup for the ride. The creepy old hotel, the 40s music playing the entire time.
Yay! The best.
Hopped on over to The Rock n Roller Coaster! (The Aerosmith ride as everyone calls it.)
Then, Muppets 3-D, The Great Movie Ride (AJ nearly had convulsions because the tour guide was so god awful), and then the tour through Walt Disney's life.
Boat ride over to Epcot and the fun really began!
It was Food and Wine Festival in Epcot the weekend we were there. Which means in addition to all the countries they already have set up in Epcot, they add about 15 more booths from different cities and have wine and food to try from all of them.
Quite delicious and fun.
Soarin' which is one of the most pleasant rides created had a 70 minute long wait, which Alex really wanted to join so Kristin went along as well.
Allegra and I decided sitting on a bench in France drinking was a much better route. So we just sat and chatted for about 2 hours while I proceeded to get pretty drunk off of 4 Frozen Greygoose Lemonades.
We all went and had dinner in China, jumped on the absolutely wonderfully terrible Norway Troll ride, and then walked around the countries.
Whiskey in the UK, pina coladas in Mexico, more Greygoose in France, Spumanti and gelato in Italy, and PURPLE HAZE in the New Orleans booth for USA.
$6.00 tiny Purple Haze, but hey, we were supporting local even from out of state!
We stayed for the fireworks in Epcot, mainly because we were all far too intoxicated to outrun any crowd. It was lovely.
And such a good ending to our vacay.
On my plane ride home the next the pilot played the last ten minutes of the Saints game on the radio for everyone on board.
8-0
Such a good ending to our wonderfully awesome vacay.
So much ridiculously, hilarious things were said and done, but I'll leave you with my three favorite quotes of the trip:
"It's vacation, just pee!"--Alex
"We have to leave Norway so I stop talking like a vampire"--AJ
"If you do not stop I am going to take you home! AND I MEAN NEW JERSEY!"--angry parent
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I'm a need ya to calm down!
Please stop forwarding my blog to people across the NOLA theatrical world.
If they want to read it.
They will.
Otherwise, it's just annoying spam mail.
And no one wants that.
I'm asking just this one time, nicely.
Otherwise. It's going to have to become private.
And I don't want to have to do that.
So, the person doing it.
Please please please STOP!
You've already forced Trina to become completely private.
Which is unnecessary.
So let's all be adults about this, and cut it out.
Thanks.
On a much happier note.
I got new glasses!
They are big, and dorky.
And I love them!
I think I'm hip enough to pull off the fact that they are so geek-tastic.
When you see me, let me know what you think!
If they want to read it.
They will.
Otherwise, it's just annoying spam mail.
And no one wants that.
I'm asking just this one time, nicely.
Otherwise. It's going to have to become private.
And I don't want to have to do that.
So, the person doing it.
Please please please STOP!
You've already forced Trina to become completely private.
Which is unnecessary.
So let's all be adults about this, and cut it out.
Thanks.
On a much happier note.
I got new glasses!
They are big, and dorky.
And I love them!
I think I'm hip enough to pull off the fact that they are so geek-tastic.
When you see me, let me know what you think!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
"You're on a spiral, and I think I want to be a part of it."
I'm not even going to explain the debauchery that occurred this weekend.
I'll just say we all had an exceptionally good time.
More importantly....
Halloween is on Saturday!
Yay!
Lisa's dinosaur costume is fantastical.
And Katie as a dragon/dino is just as wonderful.
I have to finish my Lex costume.
And by finish I mean find high waisted 90's jeans and a stupid purple tank top.
And a backpack.
Which will come in handy for holding the Halloween necessities: booze, cigarettes, money, cell phone, and camera. And my hands will be completely free to use all of the listed items.
I cannot believe we are then going to have to do a matinee of Damn Yankees on Sunday.
Rough one, my friends. Rough indeed.
Although, I will say, our past two matinee audiences have been absolutely stellar.
They are just hooting and hollering, and standing ovations. They must just be a bunch of day drinkers that wander in after brunch.
It's been great though. I've never had so much fun doing a play in the daylight.
I'm sad and happy that the show will be closing this weekend.
The entire cast genuinely enjoys each other. We all get along really well.
And everyone is just so funny and entertaining.
I will miss the ladies dressing room sing-a-longs and the ridiculously over the top arguments Picone and I have just to make everyone else laugh.
Ahh...memories.
I'm happy that the show will be closing because then that means...three days later...I'll be in Disney World!
Hooray!
It's going to be such a blasty! I cannot even wait.
Lot's of ride riding, picture taking, and around the world drinking and eating in Epcot.
I hope I actually see some characters this time around.
Last year when I was there, nothing.
I didn't seeing an effing Mouse one time!
It was quite disenchanting.
Because they don't just walk around and take photos anymore.
They have designated times and locations that they go to.
Nothing like when we were little and they would just magically appear in a crowd.
My mom always tells me the story of the first time I saw Minnie Mouse.
I saw her walking up to me and I just stood there with my mouth wide open smiling. And then I whispered "It's Minnie!" And then basically I lost my shit I was so happy and I ran up to her and hugged her.
Apparently it was the most adorable thing I've ever done.
I want that again! I want that magic of character just appearing!
Not standing in line waiting for them to appear in their kiosk.
Dammit Disney!
Whatevs....I'm sure it's going to be awesome....
Almost as awesome as the Saints/Dolphins game this weekend.
Holy hell was that amazing, or what?!?!?!
I watched the second half of the game with Yeargain, Suzannah, and Keith after the show.
Keith said they must've played so poorly in the first half because "they were out the night before getting wasted and singing karaoke at Gennero's....oh wait...that was us."
And Reggie Bush walked through the air for that touchdown.
He finally earned his paycheck for the season with that move.
Such a good game.
I'm in a big, successful, highly praised show (It's true watch our Steppin' Out review, or read the Times.), I'm going to MICKEY LAND next week, and my boys are the only undefeated team in their division....did I sell my soul to Jamie Wax, too?
I'll just say we all had an exceptionally good time.
More importantly....
Halloween is on Saturday!
Yay!
Lisa's dinosaur costume is fantastical.
And Katie as a dragon/dino is just as wonderful.
I have to finish my Lex costume.
And by finish I mean find high waisted 90's jeans and a stupid purple tank top.
And a backpack.
Which will come in handy for holding the Halloween necessities: booze, cigarettes, money, cell phone, and camera. And my hands will be completely free to use all of the listed items.
I cannot believe we are then going to have to do a matinee of Damn Yankees on Sunday.
Rough one, my friends. Rough indeed.
Although, I will say, our past two matinee audiences have been absolutely stellar.
They are just hooting and hollering, and standing ovations. They must just be a bunch of day drinkers that wander in after brunch.
It's been great though. I've never had so much fun doing a play in the daylight.
I'm sad and happy that the show will be closing this weekend.
The entire cast genuinely enjoys each other. We all get along really well.
And everyone is just so funny and entertaining.
I will miss the ladies dressing room sing-a-longs and the ridiculously over the top arguments Picone and I have just to make everyone else laugh.
Ahh...memories.
I'm happy that the show will be closing because then that means...three days later...I'll be in Disney World!
Hooray!
It's going to be such a blasty! I cannot even wait.
Lot's of ride riding, picture taking, and around the world drinking and eating in Epcot.
I hope I actually see some characters this time around.
Last year when I was there, nothing.
I didn't seeing an effing Mouse one time!
It was quite disenchanting.
Because they don't just walk around and take photos anymore.
They have designated times and locations that they go to.
Nothing like when we were little and they would just magically appear in a crowd.
My mom always tells me the story of the first time I saw Minnie Mouse.
I saw her walking up to me and I just stood there with my mouth wide open smiling. And then I whispered "It's Minnie!" And then basically I lost my shit I was so happy and I ran up to her and hugged her.
Apparently it was the most adorable thing I've ever done.
I want that again! I want that magic of character just appearing!
Not standing in line waiting for them to appear in their kiosk.
Dammit Disney!
Whatevs....I'm sure it's going to be awesome....
Almost as awesome as the Saints/Dolphins game this weekend.
Holy hell was that amazing, or what?!?!?!
I watched the second half of the game with Yeargain, Suzannah, and Keith after the show.
Keith said they must've played so poorly in the first half because "they were out the night before getting wasted and singing karaoke at Gennero's....oh wait...that was us."
And Reggie Bush walked through the air for that touchdown.
He finally earned his paycheck for the season with that move.
Such a good game.
I'm in a big, successful, highly praised show (It's true watch our Steppin' Out review, or read the Times.), I'm going to MICKEY LAND next week, and my boys are the only undefeated team in their division....did I sell my soul to Jamie Wax, too?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
"Down in Chevy Chase, staying at the Belushi Heights..."
Well, hello everyone.
What a long, effing week this has all been.
Damn Yankees previews, and eventual opening weekend went quite well, if I do say so myself.
Everyone's reactions to the show have been genuine surprise, and delight.
No one really expects to seriously enjoy a 1950's musical comedy.
But A.J. is just so damn clever, and stupid creative that he makes this show fresh, and funny, and sharp. He sees potential in things that not many other people see.
He's a really stellar director. And I'm very happy about all the good things being said about him and the show.
On a personal note, I think it's pretty hysterical how many compliments I've been given for my little part.
I timed it.
I'm onstage for less than 20 minutes, and I've gotten more nice things said to me about this sad, pathetic character, than I have any business getting.
I guess when you've got something small to work with, you can really make it specific. I had a lot of time to layer on things. Not to mention, I look ridiculous, and next to Lisa's bombastic performance, my "pathetic virgin" (as A.J. so eloquently put it) version of Doris is pretty damn funny.
(Sister & Doris on the balcony)
A lot of going out and staying up way to late occurred this weekend to celebrate a successful opening.
In a more adult move, on my part, I chose to not go out Thursday night.
But resumed my unnecessary amount of having a good time on Friday night at Boondock and Yo Mama's. After drinking about 5 glasses of free champagne at the theatre.
My parents came to the opening night soiree (mainly for the free booze).
But it was kind of adorable when my mom was like, "You're like an actual actor. You were nothing like you were in Mr.Marmalade. You can even play an old lady. You're good at this."
Amazing how it only took 18 years of doing this to prove my point.
Better late, than never!
Saturday night was a rousing evening of turning Boondock into our own private karaoke bar. Jamie Wax and I played so much Journey and Queen it was starting to become embarrassing.
But we all just sang along, at the top of our lungs till about 3:30 in the morning.
That's when we all looked around and realized we had a matinee the next morning, and yelling Freddy Mercury style all night was probably a silly decision.
I don't even remember the matinee because I was so intent on listening to the Saint-Giants game where we almost made Eli Manning cry.
Amazing.
Of course it was the best game of the year, and I'm not able to watch.
We just had to listen to the radio in the dressing rooms, and we all had our phones backstage so we could obsessively check ESPN.
Best matinee I've ever been apart of.
Monday night Trina, Chris and I went to the sneak preview of Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant, starring our lovely friend Michael Cerveris. Who was kind enough to invite us to the special screening.
The movie was a campy delight. I loved that Michael was the total bad guy, and Wilem Defoe looked as though he accidentally wandered into City Park while they were filming, and the director just went, "Hey! Wilem! Wanna be in a movie and wear this creeper John Water's style pencil thin mustache? It'll be great!"
And he did.
I enjoyed it thoroughly.
What I did NOT enjoy was stupid Paranormal Activity.
Let me rephrase that.
I love love love scary movies.
But I don't know why I love them because the entire time I am watching them, I am on the verge of tears, and I have to hide behind my giant hoodie, or if it's really bad, just take my glasses off all together so I can't see a damn thing.
Unfortunately, I can still hear everything.
Ugh that movie was disturbing.
If I didn't believe in ghosts that would be one thing, but I totally do.
So , now I get to wonder if I'm being possessed in my sleep and doing terrible things to other people.
The movie was really entertaining and pretty original.
If I wouldn't have taken my glasses off, and covered my face for 80% of the movie I would have more to say about it.
But from what I heard.
It was scary!
And....on the Fetus Fever front, Drew Battles and his lovely wife are expecting a little theatre baby! Also, oddly enough, due in April.
It's starting to get weird, people.
*Oh! My brother is going to Belize this holiday season to teach Mayan children how to read and do math and arts & crafts.
Things of that nature.
Because he is the far superior child.
So if anyone wants to donate to his trip.
Lemme know, and I'll send you the info.
He would greatly appreciate it!
Anything would help!*
What a long, effing week this has all been.
Damn Yankees previews, and eventual opening weekend went quite well, if I do say so myself.
Everyone's reactions to the show have been genuine surprise, and delight.
No one really expects to seriously enjoy a 1950's musical comedy.
But A.J. is just so damn clever, and stupid creative that he makes this show fresh, and funny, and sharp. He sees potential in things that not many other people see.
He's a really stellar director. And I'm very happy about all the good things being said about him and the show.
On a personal note, I think it's pretty hysterical how many compliments I've been given for my little part.
I timed it.
I'm onstage for less than 20 minutes, and I've gotten more nice things said to me about this sad, pathetic character, than I have any business getting.
I guess when you've got something small to work with, you can really make it specific. I had a lot of time to layer on things. Not to mention, I look ridiculous, and next to Lisa's bombastic performance, my "pathetic virgin" (as A.J. so eloquently put it) version of Doris is pretty damn funny.
(Sister & Doris on the balcony)A lot of going out and staying up way to late occurred this weekend to celebrate a successful opening.
In a more adult move, on my part, I chose to not go out Thursday night.
But resumed my unnecessary amount of having a good time on Friday night at Boondock and Yo Mama's. After drinking about 5 glasses of free champagne at the theatre.
My parents came to the opening night soiree (mainly for the free booze).
But it was kind of adorable when my mom was like, "You're like an actual actor. You were nothing like you were in Mr.Marmalade. You can even play an old lady. You're good at this."
Amazing how it only took 18 years of doing this to prove my point.
Better late, than never!
Saturday night was a rousing evening of turning Boondock into our own private karaoke bar. Jamie Wax and I played so much Journey and Queen it was starting to become embarrassing.
But we all just sang along, at the top of our lungs till about 3:30 in the morning.
That's when we all looked around and realized we had a matinee the next morning, and yelling Freddy Mercury style all night was probably a silly decision.
I don't even remember the matinee because I was so intent on listening to the Saint-Giants game where we almost made Eli Manning cry.
Amazing.
Of course it was the best game of the year, and I'm not able to watch.
We just had to listen to the radio in the dressing rooms, and we all had our phones backstage so we could obsessively check ESPN.
Best matinee I've ever been apart of.
Monday night Trina, Chris and I went to the sneak preview of Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant, starring our lovely friend Michael Cerveris. Who was kind enough to invite us to the special screening.
The movie was a campy delight. I loved that Michael was the total bad guy, and Wilem Defoe looked as though he accidentally wandered into City Park while they were filming, and the director just went, "Hey! Wilem! Wanna be in a movie and wear this creeper John Water's style pencil thin mustache? It'll be great!"
And he did.
I enjoyed it thoroughly.
What I did NOT enjoy was stupid Paranormal Activity.
Let me rephrase that.
I love love love scary movies.
But I don't know why I love them because the entire time I am watching them, I am on the verge of tears, and I have to hide behind my giant hoodie, or if it's really bad, just take my glasses off all together so I can't see a damn thing.
Unfortunately, I can still hear everything.
Ugh that movie was disturbing.
If I didn't believe in ghosts that would be one thing, but I totally do.
So , now I get to wonder if I'm being possessed in my sleep and doing terrible things to other people.
The movie was really entertaining and pretty original.
If I wouldn't have taken my glasses off, and covered my face for 80% of the movie I would have more to say about it.
But from what I heard.
It was scary!
And....on the Fetus Fever front, Drew Battles and his lovely wife are expecting a little theatre baby! Also, oddly enough, due in April.
It's starting to get weird, people.
*Oh! My brother is going to Belize this holiday season to teach Mayan children how to read and do math and arts & crafts.
Things of that nature.
Because he is the far superior child.
So if anyone wants to donate to his trip.
Lemme know, and I'll send you the info.
He would greatly appreciate it!
Anything would help!*
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Fetus Fever
The time has finally come.
The time I've looked forward to, slash dreaded for a while now.
All my friends are slowly starting to become real grown ups.
It's a sad, but wonderful thing.
Almost all my best lady friends are married or have live in boyfriends.
Now, slowly, they're all becoming knocked up.
(Meredith had her baby earlier this year. The roundest, most adorable thing ever.)
And a lot of them have the same due date.
It's really quite strange.
The real fun part is going to see all the names they pick out. My friends are quite creative, so I'm really looking forward to that.
Although, I'm not sure anyone will be able to compete with my little bundles of joy: Penelope Faye, Phinnaeus James, and Elliot Ellery*.
*I know some ladies freak out over secrecy of names, luckily, no one else would ever want to name their children any of these, so I have no problem posting them for you.
Normally, this sort of information doesn't make me too worried about the state my own life is in, but it does when my parents start bothering me about it!
And how dare they?!?!
My mother didn't get married till she was 27, and then didn't have me till she was 31!
Woman needs to calm down.
And my dad is no different. But, he has a better hand to play, seeing as though he was 22 when they got married, and 25 when they had me.
I do also enjoy how my father always asks me, "Why aren't you married yet? Or at least living with someone?"
Oh, I don't know dad. It must be because from the line of spectacular men waiting to sweep me off my feet, I just decide....thanks, but no thanks fellas. I'd rather be alone.
What the hell kind of a question is that?
I guess I wouldn't mind the "getting married" part sooner, rather than later.
But, I like beer. And whiskey. And I hear that kind of stuff is bad for a baby.
Then again, my baby will probably pop out with Diet Coke addiction, and a high tolerance for Jameson.
The time I've looked forward to, slash dreaded for a while now.
All my friends are slowly starting to become real grown ups.
It's a sad, but wonderful thing.
Almost all my best lady friends are married or have live in boyfriends.
Now, slowly, they're all becoming knocked up.
(Meredith had her baby earlier this year. The roundest, most adorable thing ever.)
And a lot of them have the same due date.
It's really quite strange.
The real fun part is going to see all the names they pick out. My friends are quite creative, so I'm really looking forward to that.
Although, I'm not sure anyone will be able to compete with my little bundles of joy: Penelope Faye, Phinnaeus James, and Elliot Ellery*.
*I know some ladies freak out over secrecy of names, luckily, no one else would ever want to name their children any of these, so I have no problem posting them for you.
Normally, this sort of information doesn't make me too worried about the state my own life is in, but it does when my parents start bothering me about it!
And how dare they?!?!
My mother didn't get married till she was 27, and then didn't have me till she was 31!
Woman needs to calm down.
And my dad is no different. But, he has a better hand to play, seeing as though he was 22 when they got married, and 25 when they had me.
I do also enjoy how my father always asks me, "Why aren't you married yet? Or at least living with someone?"
Oh, I don't know dad. It must be because from the line of spectacular men waiting to sweep me off my feet, I just decide....thanks, but no thanks fellas. I'd rather be alone.
What the hell kind of a question is that?
I guess I wouldn't mind the "getting married" part sooner, rather than later.
But, I like beer. And whiskey. And I hear that kind of stuff is bad for a baby.
Then again, my baby will probably pop out with Diet Coke addiction, and a high tolerance for Jameson.
Monday, October 12, 2009
"In Fourteen Hundred Ninety-Two, Columbus Sailed The Ocean Blue"
The worst day of Tech rehearsal for a gianormous musical, is immediately followed by the most fun day.
Saturday was our cue to cue for Damn Yankees.
It was miserable and terrible. And then the run we did after C2C was long and bad. The whole day was about 10 hours worth of not good.
And the AJ basically told all of us to get our shit together and get funny, and better. He did do it in the nicest way he possibly could, though.
"I love you all as my children" was how he started the speech. Which eventually turned into..."learn these fucking lines."
Which has been a slight problem this entire show.
And on top of it all LSU lost to stupid Florida.
Bad day, to (quite honestly) finish off a not so good week.
Sunday. New day. New week.
We had sitzprobe in the morning. The band is amazing. They rock out on all this music. The show sounds incredible.
As I was telling my pal, Mark McLoughlin (who has never been in a musical), this is my absolute favorite part of the entire rehearsal process.
The sound of that orchestra for the first time is just so wonderful and exciting. It makes the day before always worth the bullshit.
It totally reminds me why I love to do musicals. And how I need to be in more of them!
Side note: I think it's so funny that I used to only do musicals, and for the past two years have really only done plays. This summer doing Leader of the Pack, Will Bryant came up to me and said, "I had no idea you even did musicals. I had no idea you could sing like that! I thought you were just an actor." Lovely compliment. Just very funny, since I used to only be associated with singing. It's a nice change of pace. I used to say I had to do one non musical a year so I could keep my street cred. Now, I need to make sure I do one musical a year so I can keep my geek cred.
After sitz we had a run, and it was much more productive than the night before.
Things are shaping up, we just need to be faster and more energetic and this show will be smoking.
And Jamie Wax is just the best thing ever. He is a tiny little man that I adore, and I just want to carry around in my pocket. He is so damn talented it's stupid. Plus, he is so wonderful and lovely to me. He's like my own little personified anti-depressant.
I've also been having a splendid time with Keithy. We haven't done a show together since high school, and it's amazing how badly we still behave in rehearsals together. It's like we never left Rummel. Mr.G would be throwing Diet Coke cans and scripts at us, no doubt.
We have a preview on Thursday, we open Friday, and then run Thursdays-Sunday till November 1st. If you order your tickets online and enter the code DYFAMILY you get a 20% discount.
ALSO, go see NOLA Project's production of Finer Noble Gases in the Marigny. Two shows for the price of one. After the play a live band performs! How exciting!
And more exciting and important than all of the above information...Kristin Witterschein moved to NOLA this weekend!!!!!! Some of you may remember her as the epic role of SUNFLOWER in Mr.Marmalade.
She's the best.
And now she lives here.
Makes my heart very happy!
And my liver very nervous.
PS. What the F, Mad Men?!?!?!?! That was the meanest thing ever! Why would you do that to that man? Why?
Saturday was our cue to cue for Damn Yankees.
It was miserable and terrible. And then the run we did after C2C was long and bad. The whole day was about 10 hours worth of not good.
And the AJ basically told all of us to get our shit together and get funny, and better. He did do it in the nicest way he possibly could, though.
"I love you all as my children" was how he started the speech. Which eventually turned into..."learn these fucking lines."
Which has been a slight problem this entire show.
And on top of it all LSU lost to stupid Florida.
Bad day, to (quite honestly) finish off a not so good week.
Sunday. New day. New week.
We had sitzprobe in the morning. The band is amazing. They rock out on all this music. The show sounds incredible.
As I was telling my pal, Mark McLoughlin (who has never been in a musical), this is my absolute favorite part of the entire rehearsal process.
The sound of that orchestra for the first time is just so wonderful and exciting. It makes the day before always worth the bullshit.
It totally reminds me why I love to do musicals. And how I need to be in more of them!
Side note: I think it's so funny that I used to only do musicals, and for the past two years have really only done plays. This summer doing Leader of the Pack, Will Bryant came up to me and said, "I had no idea you even did musicals. I had no idea you could sing like that! I thought you were just an actor." Lovely compliment. Just very funny, since I used to only be associated with singing. It's a nice change of pace. I used to say I had to do one non musical a year so I could keep my street cred. Now, I need to make sure I do one musical a year so I can keep my geek cred.
After sitz we had a run, and it was much more productive than the night before.
Things are shaping up, we just need to be faster and more energetic and this show will be smoking.
And Jamie Wax is just the best thing ever. He is a tiny little man that I adore, and I just want to carry around in my pocket. He is so damn talented it's stupid. Plus, he is so wonderful and lovely to me. He's like my own little personified anti-depressant.
I've also been having a splendid time with Keithy. We haven't done a show together since high school, and it's amazing how badly we still behave in rehearsals together. It's like we never left Rummel. Mr.G would be throwing Diet Coke cans and scripts at us, no doubt.
We have a preview on Thursday, we open Friday, and then run Thursdays-Sunday till November 1st. If you order your tickets online and enter the code DYFAMILY you get a 20% discount.
ALSO, go see NOLA Project's production of Finer Noble Gases in the Marigny. Two shows for the price of one. After the play a live band performs! How exciting!
And more exciting and important than all of the above information...Kristin Witterschein moved to NOLA this weekend!!!!!! Some of you may remember her as the epic role of SUNFLOWER in Mr.Marmalade.
She's the best.
And now she lives here.
Makes my heart very happy!
And my liver very nervous.
PS. What the F, Mad Men?!?!?!?! That was the meanest thing ever! Why would you do that to that man? Why?
Monday, October 5, 2009
Luck Be a Lady Tonight
Over the past month, I have unknowingly decided to start enjoying my weekends as though I was an 18 year old, with unending amounts of energy and unlimited funds to spend.
None of this is true, so I should probably stop living this way. About every four months or so, I figure that I've earned the right to live this hard.
I haven't.
And I'm rather tired.
So. Just stop encouraging me, please.
(All my older friends get offended when I say I'm not young anymore, but I'm not as young as I used to be. And things are starting to catch up with me! I'm MID TWENTIES NOW PEOPLE! Let me grieve!)
Friday was our friend Caroline's 21st Birthday.
Naturally, she wanted to spend it in the casino.
She sat down at a PENNY slot machine. Spun once. Nothing. Spun a second time. Ding Ding Ding We Have A Winner!! $500.00 on her second spin ever.
She's going to have a very lucky year, I feel.
The night proceeded on to Pat O's, so Caroline could enjoy her first Hurricane, then we went over to Boondock where shots could be had. By that time it was about 3AM, and like any good drunk, we got hungry. So we WALKED back to the casino. And thoroughly enjoyed us some Harrah's Breakfast Buffet.
My favorite buffet in the whole city. Yum!
Saturday I got to enjoy a LSU victory while watching the game in a house full of UGA fans. Priceless.
Then continued the evening at Southern Rep for Beatles Rock Band playing.
Ah. So, so, so much fun.
I made a new friend, and singing partner in Mr. Drew Battles. He was impressed with my singing while drumming skills. After that we basically duo-ed on every song till we ran out of things to sing. He's got some pipes, I must say. He can wail in that falsetto of his.
And, again, with the staying out till 3AM.
Not needed.
Which takes me to Sunday, where I'm exhausted, from lack of sleep and too much cheering of the Saints! 4-0! SUPERBOWL! Whoo!
Just so tired at Damn Yankees the other night. The only thing that kept me awake was the constant laughing at the fact that AJ has directed the one Asian boy in our cast to speak in a completely ridiculous, slightly offensive, stereotypical Asian accent. And they ran the scene about 20 times because everyone couldn't stop laughing. It was amazing.
Ah, racism. It's even funnier when you're singing.
None of this is true, so I should probably stop living this way. About every four months or so, I figure that I've earned the right to live this hard.
I haven't.
And I'm rather tired.
So. Just stop encouraging me, please.
(All my older friends get offended when I say I'm not young anymore, but I'm not as young as I used to be. And things are starting to catch up with me! I'm MID TWENTIES NOW PEOPLE! Let me grieve!)
Friday was our friend Caroline's 21st Birthday.
Naturally, she wanted to spend it in the casino.
She sat down at a PENNY slot machine. Spun once. Nothing. Spun a second time. Ding Ding Ding We Have A Winner!! $500.00 on her second spin ever.
She's going to have a very lucky year, I feel.
The night proceeded on to Pat O's, so Caroline could enjoy her first Hurricane, then we went over to Boondock where shots could be had. By that time it was about 3AM, and like any good drunk, we got hungry. So we WALKED back to the casino. And thoroughly enjoyed us some Harrah's Breakfast Buffet.
My favorite buffet in the whole city. Yum!
Saturday I got to enjoy a LSU victory while watching the game in a house full of UGA fans. Priceless.
Then continued the evening at Southern Rep for Beatles Rock Band playing.
Ah. So, so, so much fun.
I made a new friend, and singing partner in Mr. Drew Battles. He was impressed with my singing while drumming skills. After that we basically duo-ed on every song till we ran out of things to sing. He's got some pipes, I must say. He can wail in that falsetto of his.
And, again, with the staying out till 3AM.
Not needed.
Which takes me to Sunday, where I'm exhausted, from lack of sleep and too much cheering of the Saints! 4-0! SUPERBOWL! Whoo!
Just so tired at Damn Yankees the other night. The only thing that kept me awake was the constant laughing at the fact that AJ has directed the one Asian boy in our cast to speak in a completely ridiculous, slightly offensive, stereotypical Asian accent. And they ran the scene about 20 times because everyone couldn't stop laughing. It was amazing.
Ah, racism. It's even funnier when you're singing.
Friday, October 2, 2009
"Envy is the ulcer of the soul." --Socrates
So.
I've got this problem.
(It's that I start every post with the word "so".)
No, seriously, I do.
Well, it's not really a problem, so much as a challenge.
There is a person, a girl. Who is an actress in the city. And I use the term "actress" very loosely.
She hasn't been in the city long, but somehow, has managed to cause a tremendous amount of stress for myself, and a few of my dearest.
It's not like she has done anything seriously heinous, just her entire being is seriously heinous.
I just don't understand her, and her crazy, delusional dream world that she lives in.
Where she is the almighty talent, and can be taught nothing, and is too good for most theatre here.
It must be so nice to live there.
I would like to visit sometimes, see how it feels to consider myself perfection.
I would normally just laugh about people this coocoo, but recently, some new shit has come to light (to quote Big Lebowski, if I may).
And if you're going to cry, and moan, and complain because you didn't get a part, that is one thing.
But, if you're going to threaten to go to others, and start demanding that certain people (ME!) don't get roles because it's not fair?
Then you're just a little bitch, and you don't deserve the role.
Fucking act like a grown up. A professional, maybe? Since that's what you consider yourself to be.
I've never done anything but out audition this girl.
I can't help that. I'm doing what I love, and do moderately well.
Some people are just better for certain roles.
Sorry.
And if said person is also going to go around to their current fellow cast mates, and talk about how miscast a certain person (ME!) was in a past show, and how she could have done it better.
Shut the fuck up.
If you would have been better, you would have been cast.
And more importantly, if you have such a problem with me, my abilities, and the fact that I will always get cast over you, come talk to ME!
Don't go complaining to everyone else in the city.
No one wants to hear it, or you.
Sorry. I just needed to get all of that out so I don't accidentally destroy her with words next time I see her.
Clearly, I'm speaking about Trina Beck....my theatrical rival/nemesis.
(And clearly, that last remark was sarcasm. I don't want the rumors to start....at least not those rumors.)
I've got this problem.
(It's that I start every post with the word "so".)
No, seriously, I do.
Well, it's not really a problem, so much as a challenge.
There is a person, a girl. Who is an actress in the city. And I use the term "actress" very loosely.
She hasn't been in the city long, but somehow, has managed to cause a tremendous amount of stress for myself, and a few of my dearest.
It's not like she has done anything seriously heinous, just her entire being is seriously heinous.
I just don't understand her, and her crazy, delusional dream world that she lives in.
Where she is the almighty talent, and can be taught nothing, and is too good for most theatre here.
It must be so nice to live there.
I would like to visit sometimes, see how it feels to consider myself perfection.
I would normally just laugh about people this coocoo, but recently, some new shit has come to light (to quote Big Lebowski, if I may).
And if you're going to cry, and moan, and complain because you didn't get a part, that is one thing.
But, if you're going to threaten to go to others, and start demanding that certain people (ME!) don't get roles because it's not fair?
Then you're just a little bitch, and you don't deserve the role.
Fucking act like a grown up. A professional, maybe? Since that's what you consider yourself to be.
I've never done anything but out audition this girl.
I can't help that. I'm doing what I love, and do moderately well.
Some people are just better for certain roles.
Sorry.
And if said person is also going to go around to their current fellow cast mates, and talk about how miscast a certain person (ME!) was in a past show, and how she could have done it better.
Shut the fuck up.
If you would have been better, you would have been cast.
And more importantly, if you have such a problem with me, my abilities, and the fact that I will always get cast over you, come talk to ME!
Don't go complaining to everyone else in the city.
No one wants to hear it, or you.
Sorry. I just needed to get all of that out so I don't accidentally destroy her with words next time I see her.
Clearly, I'm speaking about Trina Beck....my theatrical rival/nemesis.
(And clearly, that last remark was sarcasm. I don't want the rumors to start....at least not those rumors.)
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I'm Just a Small Town Girl....Living In a Lonely World
This past weekend.
Where shall I even begin.
Friday was uneventful. Except for the fact that I was so excited about the following day that I could barely sleep!
So, Saturday. The blessed, glorious day I've been waiting for, for what seems like years of my life.
JOURNEY DAY!
(As some of you may have witnessed on Facebook, I had a slight problem with the purchasing of my Journey concert tickets.
When I thought I had booked them through ticketmaster, I really hadn't.
It was just a funny little lie that the website was playing on me.
Ha ha.
Funny. Real nice, everyone.
Apparently, the universe hasn't learned that it's not an OK thing come between me, and my band.)
Alas, my Dad...being the Dad he is, found a way to get me two tickets to the sold out concert.
Tragedy avoided.
Unlike the last effing time Journey was in town, and I was doing a stupid play.
So, Saturday afternoon, like any good pre-gamer would do, we went to Port of Call, so the boys could get burgers, and I could get a baked potato, and begin the Day Drinking!
Two Monsoons later, I was feeling quite pumped for Journey.
The Day Drinking continued...then I made cupcakes.
Don't really know why, I was just in the mood for Funfetti.
Then, the time had come.
Glazebrook was finally done taking the LSAT, and it was time to pick him up,and head to rock and roll fantasticness.
We got there, immediately purchased (as Sean called them) "extremely manly" frozen pina coladas, then took our seats.
Night Ranger opened, and they were pretty wonderful.
They of course closed with their biggest hit, "Sister Christian".
The sold out crowd of middle aged women, and the biker men who love them, went crazy.
At about 9:15 the wonderment began.
The lights dimmed, and the beginning notes of "Separate Ways" started to be played.
I was so happy. I couldn't even stand it!
The little Asian man, as I have lovingly referred to as, "Asian Steve Perry", took the stage and to everyone's delight, creepily sounded exactly like Steve Perry.
They found this guy on YouTube, singing Journey, and then Journey asked him if he would be their new lead singer.
Sweet deal.
He was awesome. I just closed my eyes, and it was just like Steve was actually there, singing just to me....and Sean.
The other awesome thing was to see and hear Neal Schon play all those famous guitar solos. Since he is the only remaining original member touring, it was pretty stellar to witness that.
They played more of their new stuff in the beginning, but then played all the essential greatest hits: "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin", "Wheel in The Sky", "Open Arms", "Lights", "Faithfully"(which is what made the crowd go the craziest, strange to me), "Don't Stop Believin'", and "Any Way You Want It".
It was so good.
I couldn't stop singing and smiling.
So worth everything.
After the concert, since we were celebrating Sean's birthday, we went and met up with Larimer at a house party uptown.
Then everyone decided to go to this Hipster Tree house.
Needless to say, I wasn't very thrilled.
It was slightly in the scary part of town, and it cost me five dollar to go associate with naked hipsters, who were in a tree house.
Granted, the 3 story tree house looked straight out of the movie Hook.
It was pretty amazing that hipsters had actually built all of this.
Rope ladders, and swings, and a hand dug swimming pool WITH a water slide.
Literally, looked like Lost Boys built this.
If only there had been less of the naked going on.
I maybe would have enjoyed it more.
Sunday, equally as fun.
Saints game.
3-0.
Nothing more needs to be said, my friends.
Damn Yankees rehearsal.
I'm going to just go ahead and let everyone know that Picone and I are funny. Like, damn funny.
I never knew I could make people laugh without saying one word.
Who knew "sad virgin" would be a hoot?
Allegra knows his comedy.
Then we all headed over to Boonedock to continue celebrating Glaze's and Carrie's birthdays.
Uber fun. Even though Sean was a creeper with his chest hair Chester, and scary Scottish voice he has invented to torture me.
We also nailed down a few more people for our Jurassic Park themed Halloween group.
That's right. Jurassic Park, people. Lot's of plaid, bandanas, back packs, and movie quoting.
Picone is going to be a Pterodactyl and Yeargain is going to be a
Dilophosaurus. The dino that has the big pretty fan thing around his neck, and spits poison on people.
It's going to be great when he gets into a bar fight that starts like this:
James spits on large man, large man gives him the "what the fuck face",James responds, "What?? I'm a dinosaur!"
I'm going to be Lex. After the giant dino sneezes on her.
And I'm going to walk around the whole night saying, "What's gonna happen to
the goat? It's gonna eat the goat?!?!?!"
Going to be dino-rrific.
Where shall I even begin.
Friday was uneventful. Except for the fact that I was so excited about the following day that I could barely sleep!
So, Saturday. The blessed, glorious day I've been waiting for, for what seems like years of my life.
JOURNEY DAY!
(As some of you may have witnessed on Facebook, I had a slight problem with the purchasing of my Journey concert tickets.
When I thought I had booked them through ticketmaster, I really hadn't.
It was just a funny little lie that the website was playing on me.
Ha ha.
Funny. Real nice, everyone.
Apparently, the universe hasn't learned that it's not an OK thing come between me, and my band.)
Alas, my Dad...being the Dad he is, found a way to get me two tickets to the sold out concert.
Tragedy avoided.
Unlike the last effing time Journey was in town, and I was doing a stupid play.
So, Saturday afternoon, like any good pre-gamer would do, we went to Port of Call, so the boys could get burgers, and I could get a baked potato, and begin the Day Drinking!
Two Monsoons later, I was feeling quite pumped for Journey.
The Day Drinking continued...then I made cupcakes.
Don't really know why, I was just in the mood for Funfetti.
Then, the time had come.
Glazebrook was finally done taking the LSAT, and it was time to pick him up,and head to rock and roll fantasticness.
We got there, immediately purchased (as Sean called them) "extremely manly" frozen pina coladas, then took our seats.
Night Ranger opened, and they were pretty wonderful.
They of course closed with their biggest hit, "Sister Christian".
The sold out crowd of middle aged women, and the biker men who love them, went crazy.
At about 9:15 the wonderment began.
The lights dimmed, and the beginning notes of "Separate Ways" started to be played.
I was so happy. I couldn't even stand it!
The little Asian man, as I have lovingly referred to as, "Asian Steve Perry", took the stage and to everyone's delight, creepily sounded exactly like Steve Perry.
They found this guy on YouTube, singing Journey, and then Journey asked him if he would be their new lead singer.
Sweet deal.
He was awesome. I just closed my eyes, and it was just like Steve was actually there, singing just to me....and Sean.
The other awesome thing was to see and hear Neal Schon play all those famous guitar solos. Since he is the only remaining original member touring, it was pretty stellar to witness that.
They played more of their new stuff in the beginning, but then played all the essential greatest hits: "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin", "Wheel in The Sky", "Open Arms", "Lights", "Faithfully"(which is what made the crowd go the craziest, strange to me), "Don't Stop Believin'", and "Any Way You Want It".
It was so good.
I couldn't stop singing and smiling.
So worth everything.
After the concert, since we were celebrating Sean's birthday, we went and met up with Larimer at a house party uptown.
Then everyone decided to go to this Hipster Tree house.
Needless to say, I wasn't very thrilled.
It was slightly in the scary part of town, and it cost me five dollar to go associate with naked hipsters, who were in a tree house.
Granted, the 3 story tree house looked straight out of the movie Hook.
It was pretty amazing that hipsters had actually built all of this.
Rope ladders, and swings, and a hand dug swimming pool WITH a water slide.
Literally, looked like Lost Boys built this.
If only there had been less of the naked going on.
I maybe would have enjoyed it more.
Sunday, equally as fun.
Saints game.
3-0.
Nothing more needs to be said, my friends.
Damn Yankees rehearsal.
I'm going to just go ahead and let everyone know that Picone and I are funny. Like, damn funny.
I never knew I could make people laugh without saying one word.
Who knew "sad virgin" would be a hoot?
Allegra knows his comedy.
Then we all headed over to Boonedock to continue celebrating Glaze's and Carrie's birthdays.
Uber fun. Even though Sean was a creeper with his chest hair Chester, and scary Scottish voice he has invented to torture me.
We also nailed down a few more people for our Jurassic Park themed Halloween group.
That's right. Jurassic Park, people. Lot's of plaid, bandanas, back packs, and movie quoting.
Picone is going to be a Pterodactyl and Yeargain is going to be a
Dilophosaurus. The dino that has the big pretty fan thing around his neck, and spits poison on people.
It's going to be great when he gets into a bar fight that starts like this:
James spits on large man, large man gives him the "what the fuck face",James responds, "What?? I'm a dinosaur!"
I'm going to be Lex. After the giant dino sneezes on her.
And I'm going to walk around the whole night saying, "What's gonna happen to
the goat? It's gonna eat the goat?!?!?!"
Going to be dino-rrific.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Strike Three, I'm Out!
So.
Couldn't manage to get myself a part in With a Bang, either.
That's three shows I've auditioned for with fairly undesirable outcomes.
I'm done for the year.
I'm not auditioning for anything else until the new year begins.
Nothing.
I don't care if someone is casting Hello, Dolly and they are specifically looking for a Dolly Levi that is 5'2", rather curvy, has bright red hair, is too young for the role, and glasses.
Because I'd go audition for that, and somehow....someone else would get it.
It's just not my season.
Such is life.
On a much happier note.
I finally played The Beatles Rock Band last night with Izzy and Dom.
It was splendid.
Super splendid.
I was like a child...well, I am like a child. But it just made me so happy to visit with my long lost friends and sing Beatles music.
The only complaint I have is that there is no option to sing "Ob la di, Ob la da", my absolute fave song!
"You've got to admit, it's getting better....Getting better all the time...."
And it will....eventually.
:-)
Couldn't manage to get myself a part in With a Bang, either.
That's three shows I've auditioned for with fairly undesirable outcomes.
I'm done for the year.
I'm not auditioning for anything else until the new year begins.
Nothing.
I don't care if someone is casting Hello, Dolly and they are specifically looking for a Dolly Levi that is 5'2", rather curvy, has bright red hair, is too young for the role, and glasses.
Because I'd go audition for that, and somehow....someone else would get it.
It's just not my season.
Such is life.
On a much happier note.
I finally played The Beatles Rock Band last night with Izzy and Dom.
It was splendid.
Super splendid.
I was like a child...well, I am like a child. But it just made me so happy to visit with my long lost friends and sing Beatles music.
The only complaint I have is that there is no option to sing "Ob la di, Ob la da", my absolute fave song!
"You've got to admit, it's getting better....Getting better all the time...."
And it will....eventually.
:-)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee; and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."
Why has this happened.
I'm not a terrible person.
I make some mistakes....but why, oh why, must I miss the Journey concert TWO TIMES in one very short lifetime.
Really? Really?
The first time, I was in a show. Which I very seriously contemplated about not doing because I would be missing the concert.
And now, under none of my own control, Ticketmaster has ruined my day.
I went on to check about my tickets, just to look at how beautiful they were, and oh, lo and behold, my tickets are no where to be found.
THERE WAS AN EFFING ERROR!
WTF, Ticketmaster, WTF!
And now, I think it is sold out.
Because I tried to search for available tickets and THERE ARE NONE!
And the only ones I can find on like ticketstub.com are like 200 bucks.
I literally cried on my lunch break.
I'm so disenchanted with everything right now.
I might cry again.
And to top it all off, really, Mad Men??
Seriously, we are cutting off limbs now?
What a day.
A sad, sad, pitiful day.
I'm not a terrible person.
I make some mistakes....but why, oh why, must I miss the Journey concert TWO TIMES in one very short lifetime.
Really? Really?
The first time, I was in a show. Which I very seriously contemplated about not doing because I would be missing the concert.
And now, under none of my own control, Ticketmaster has ruined my day.
I went on to check about my tickets, just to look at how beautiful they were, and oh, lo and behold, my tickets are no where to be found.
THERE WAS AN EFFING ERROR!
WTF, Ticketmaster, WTF!
And now, I think it is sold out.
Because I tried to search for available tickets and THERE ARE NONE!
And the only ones I can find on like ticketstub.com are like 200 bucks.
I literally cried on my lunch break.
I'm so disenchanted with everything right now.
I might cry again.
And to top it all off, really, Mad Men??
Seriously, we are cutting off limbs now?
What a day.
A sad, sad, pitiful day.
Monday, September 21, 2009
"Learn How To Tell Someone To Go To Hell, So That They'll Want To Go"
I got that post title from the Emmys last night.
Writers and directors are funny.
They are awkward, strange looking, funny people.
I like them a lot.
And that is really stellar advice.
So yeah. The Emmys. I was happy with most of the winners.
Always happy when 30 Rock wins, because it is the funniest thing on television. Even as big a fan as I am of The Office, I'm sorry, there is just something about Alec Baldwin that cannot be outdone. HI-larious.
And of course, Mad Men won.
And to top it all off Neil Patrick Harris was a pure delight.
This weekend was pretty productive...yeah I guess that's what one could call it.
Friday night rang in the New Year!
Clumsily, sleepily, fell and re-injured my knee.
Top notch, Boyd.
Saturday auditioned for With a Bang at Southern Rep. Had a blasty...(ha. pun actually wasn't intended till after I just read it.)
Then I went and saw AIDA at Le Petit.
What an effing ordeal it is to try and be nice and volunteer for a theatre you work at.
I was ushering upstairs in the balcony, so I could earn my free ticket.
First off, this rather tall man comes over and complains to me about how his legs do not fit in these seats.
"Well, sir, I am just a volunteer actor I suggest going downstairs and speaking with NICK THOMPSON. I'm sure he has nothing better to do than accommodate your gianormous stature."
Then, at 8:08, well after the show should have started I get two ladies and a baby waltzing in trying to sit in their seats.
Well, someone else was sitting there. Two men who were "Subscribers!" who had changed their night from last week to this week bullshit bullshit blah blah. But they refused to move to two other seats a couple of rows back. And of course the ladies start yelling at me to do something.
"I'M ONLY AN ACTOR. I'M VOLUNTEERING. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO PLEASE STOP YELLING AT ME MA'AM!"
Then Jamie the fantastic stage manager starts saying (loudly), "It is after 8. You lose your tickets! You have given those seats up."
It was great.
Poor Nick and Johnathon had to come up and deal with everything.
While Solomon got on stage to calm the restless audience down, thanking them for their patience.
Them musical theatre fans be rowdy!
So yeah, AIDA was interesting. Ab-tastic is how I would describe Keith. With a touch of Billy Idol.
Leslie sounded fantastic. Her solo at the end during her wedding preparations was the best in the show. James was very funny.
Some odd choices here and there.
But the best stuff was the African dancing, and the pictures onstage that Donald created with the gorgeous lighting. It was just a really exceptionally stunning show to look at.
Then Sunday morning, callbacks with Aimee, Seany and Bartelle.
Made me oh so happy to get to be in that theatre with those people all over again.
It was about this time a year ago that my world changed. My whole little theatre life was flipped right side up from Speech & Debate.
And I started my love affair with Ms. Hayes, and those two glorious fellas.
I know I often thank Speech & Debate for the many awards and accolades it brought to me (Because those are the really important things in judging my own personal self-worth), but I'm really, really happy that I have Glaze and Bartelle. The best thing a wonderful director could give you...two lovely friends.
And do not think that I am only writing all that because I know Aimee reads this, it's true. I thought about it a lot yesterday.
And, again, SAINTS WON!
Superbowl.
Yeah. I said it.
Writers and directors are funny.
They are awkward, strange looking, funny people.
I like them a lot.
And that is really stellar advice.
So yeah. The Emmys. I was happy with most of the winners.
Always happy when 30 Rock wins, because it is the funniest thing on television. Even as big a fan as I am of The Office, I'm sorry, there is just something about Alec Baldwin that cannot be outdone. HI-larious.
And of course, Mad Men won.
And to top it all off Neil Patrick Harris was a pure delight.
This weekend was pretty productive...yeah I guess that's what one could call it.
Friday night rang in the New Year!
Clumsily, sleepily, fell and re-injured my knee.
Top notch, Boyd.
Saturday auditioned for With a Bang at Southern Rep. Had a blasty...(ha. pun actually wasn't intended till after I just read it.)
Then I went and saw AIDA at Le Petit.
What an effing ordeal it is to try and be nice and volunteer for a theatre you work at.
I was ushering upstairs in the balcony, so I could earn my free ticket.
First off, this rather tall man comes over and complains to me about how his legs do not fit in these seats.
"Well, sir, I am just a volunteer actor I suggest going downstairs and speaking with NICK THOMPSON. I'm sure he has nothing better to do than accommodate your gianormous stature."
Then, at 8:08, well after the show should have started I get two ladies and a baby waltzing in trying to sit in their seats.
Well, someone else was sitting there. Two men who were "Subscribers!" who had changed their night from last week to this week bullshit bullshit blah blah. But they refused to move to two other seats a couple of rows back. And of course the ladies start yelling at me to do something.
"I'M ONLY AN ACTOR. I'M VOLUNTEERING. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO PLEASE STOP YELLING AT ME MA'AM!"
Then Jamie the fantastic stage manager starts saying (loudly), "It is after 8. You lose your tickets! You have given those seats up."
It was great.
Poor Nick and Johnathon had to come up and deal with everything.
While Solomon got on stage to calm the restless audience down, thanking them for their patience.
Them musical theatre fans be rowdy!
So yeah, AIDA was interesting. Ab-tastic is how I would describe Keith. With a touch of Billy Idol.
Leslie sounded fantastic. Her solo at the end during her wedding preparations was the best in the show. James was very funny.
Some odd choices here and there.
But the best stuff was the African dancing, and the pictures onstage that Donald created with the gorgeous lighting. It was just a really exceptionally stunning show to look at.
Then Sunday morning, callbacks with Aimee, Seany and Bartelle.
Made me oh so happy to get to be in that theatre with those people all over again.
It was about this time a year ago that my world changed. My whole little theatre life was flipped right side up from Speech & Debate.
And I started my love affair with Ms. Hayes, and those two glorious fellas.
I know I often thank Speech & Debate for the many awards and accolades it brought to me (Because those are the really important things in judging my own personal self-worth), but I'm really, really happy that I have Glaze and Bartelle. The best thing a wonderful director could give you...two lovely friends.
And do not think that I am only writing all that because I know Aimee reads this, it's true. I thought about it a lot yesterday.
And, again, SAINTS WON!
Superbowl.
Yeah. I said it.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Ahoy Mateys!
In case you are unaware, of one of my absolute favorite holidays is tomorrow.
No, not Rosh Hashanah. Although the Jewish New Year is pretty wonderful. Who doesn't like apples and honey, right?
But no. Tomorrow is indeed national, "Talk Like a Pirate" Day.
I've been happily celebrating since I was in highschool and my friend Jacob Mayer informed me of this glorious day.
So. Yeah. Everyone should talk funny tomorrow. It's a hoot!
Speaking of TLAP Day, I always like to share my favorite, most embarrassing waiter story I ever had.
(It involves piratry, don't fret.)
So I was waiting tables at the good old Bistro, and I got a table with one lady sitting at it. She was wearing an eye patch (fantastic!).
It happened to be the weekend of October that the Pirate Convention was in town. Yes folks, New Orleans has a Pirate Convention every year. It's stellar.
So I ask this jaunty lady with an eye patch.
"So, you going to the Pirate Convention?!?!?! I can't wait it,s going to be awesome!"
To which this poor woman just sat there and looked at me like I was crazy.
"What convention?"
"Oh nothing.....never...I mean...I just thought maybe...nope. Forget it. How about something to drink?"
Yup. I did that.
So word to the wise, don't just assume that eye patch = Pirate Convention. Apparently, and eye patch isn't enough to qualify you as a Pirate.
You need at least one other distinguishing mark: a fluffy white shirt, or a peg leg, or a parrot on your shoulder.
Anything other than just an eye patch.
**On a completely different note, check out Kevin's blog.
It's pretty funny. And if you know Kevin Marshall, it's even funnier.**
No, not Rosh Hashanah. Although the Jewish New Year is pretty wonderful. Who doesn't like apples and honey, right?
But no. Tomorrow is indeed national, "Talk Like a Pirate" Day.
I've been happily celebrating since I was in highschool and my friend Jacob Mayer informed me of this glorious day.
So. Yeah. Everyone should talk funny tomorrow. It's a hoot!
Speaking of TLAP Day, I always like to share my favorite, most embarrassing waiter story I ever had.
(It involves piratry, don't fret.)
So I was waiting tables at the good old Bistro, and I got a table with one lady sitting at it. She was wearing an eye patch (fantastic!).
It happened to be the weekend of October that the Pirate Convention was in town. Yes folks, New Orleans has a Pirate Convention every year. It's stellar.
So I ask this jaunty lady with an eye patch.
"So, you going to the Pirate Convention?!?!?! I can't wait it,s going to be awesome!"
To which this poor woman just sat there and looked at me like I was crazy.
"What convention?"
"Oh nothing.....never...I mean...I just thought maybe...nope. Forget it. How about something to drink?"
Yup. I did that.
So word to the wise, don't just assume that eye patch = Pirate Convention. Apparently, and eye patch isn't enough to qualify you as a Pirate.
You need at least one other distinguishing mark: a fluffy white shirt, or a peg leg, or a parrot on your shoulder.
Anything other than just an eye patch.
**On a completely different note, check out Kevin's blog.
It's pretty funny. And if you know Kevin Marshall, it's even funnier.**
Friday, September 11, 2009
I'm One of THOSE Actors Now
So.
There comes a point in every performer's life that they decide, they have to be a little more specific in the roles they chose to accept.
I never really wanted to become one of those actors.
I admit, it is far more fun to have a named role, than it is to be in chorus.
My actor ego has been quite beaten these past two weeks.
I didn't get the part I really wanted in Damn Yankees.
And I didn't get anything in Footloose. I was offered chorus. I'm sure one would say, "featured chorus", none the less. I didn't even manage to get one of the silly, giggling side-kick roles I thought I'd for sure be a shoe in for.
Nope. Just chorus.
And that sounds so incredibly ungrateful and bitchy.
But, I was a little surprised. And my fragile ego was hurt. (Don't be mad at me Frannie.)
I realize they are just shows, and they are super fun to just be in them. But, honestly, it's way more fun when you get the part you really wanted.
Otherwise, you just sit there judging every last choice the actor makes, or the note she sings.
And why do I want to be that stupid to my friends. It's just silly.
Anyways. So yeah. I'm sad about both of those shows.
I'm gonna audition this weekend for a UNO show that I'm sure I won't get.
And then, next week is Southern Rep. which again, almost positive I won't be getting anything in that either.
Boo hoo. What an effing pity party this is.
Everyone feel bad for the girl who had the best time last year, won all kinds of silly awards, and just got through being the lead in a hit NOLA Project show.
Boo effing hoo.
While I'm complaining about things I hate....I really am tired of people telling me I'm funny looking, or that I'm "not the right look" for certain roles.
I know it just means I'm fat. ARGH. Ok. Enough of that.
On a much, much more pleasant note I saw The Last Days of Judas Iscariot last night.
Loved it. I love the play to begin with, but I thought the cast and direction was super solid.
Yeargain did great. He is so good it hurts sometimes. I told him last night that I realized the only reason he did Marmalade was so he could watch adults acting like children, and steal everything we did for one of his scenes in Judas.
Joyce Deal was also A-mazing. I'll never think of Catholic saints in the same way, again.
Kirkpatrick was equally amazing. Liz's coif, accent and bedazzled white pleather jacket...equally amazing.
And making Gore break on stage was just the icing on the very scrumptious cake.
Go see it. It runs tomorrow night and Sunday matinee, and then next Thursday through Sunday.
Ok. Sorry for all the complaining.
It was lame, I realize.
Lest we forget, I'm an overdramatic actor.
Self loathing, blaming others for all our problems, and desperately needing the pity/love of others come with the territory.
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