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.

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.
:-)

"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.

"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.

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.**

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.

What's Become of Me?

I had a startling revelation just a moment ago.

I've basically become everything I hate, and used to make fun of in the technologically advancing world.

Let's take a look, shall we?

1. I own an iPhone--the only way I justify that it is ok for this to be apart of me is because I do not have a computer, and I need some way to check my email 500 times an hour. And update facebook daily.

Which leads me to...

2. I am fully committed to facebook. I check it obsessively. I update my status at least daily. I upload photos, comment all the time on other people's things. It's not so much a problem though, because it is a very important networking tool. And it's super fun. And at least I usually put intelligent quotes as my status updates. That makes me seem a little less loser-ish, some might say pretentious. Ah Well.

3. I have an effing Twitter account. Which I always forget about, and then realize I've neglected it, go on to the site, and immediately post something. Mainly, because I know I'll get criticized by people if I don't update in a timely fashion. BTW, what the hell is the point of Twitter anyway. See I don't even know why I have one, yet I do. Absurd. 

And last, and certainly not least...

4. I HAVE A BLOG. 

I always made fun of people with blogs. Always. They just seemed so selfish, and narcissistic, and ridiculous. 

Then, Trina got a blog. And then other really amazing things started happening with blogs. Like Stuff White People Like, Look at That Fucking Hipster, and Texts From Last Night (those are just a few of my favorites.)

And being the linguistically oriented person that I am...

I do like to write in this silly little thing.

I mean I keep so many journals and note pads at my house, the next logical step would be to have a blog. 

I've already started my book of memoirs a la David Sedaris. 

So I guess when that finally gets around to being published my blog will become super famous, and then maybe it'll turn into a nationally recognized blog with sponsors, or maybe it'll get mentioned on the Today Show, or maybe turned into a movie.....

The possibilities are endless. 

Anyway...

So yeah. I hate everything about myself that I just listed. 

Truly, the only way I could be more of a hypocrite, is if I started eating meat, and joined a sorority.