Thursday, March 22nd 2012 was shaping up to be One Terrible Mofo of a Day. All my auditions and my hard-to-procure doctor appointment were managing to occur at the same time. This was not going to go well. I chose my priorities. I would attend the film audition first, medical needs be damned. It was…
I had big, exciting plans for the last week of March. BIG plans. I was going on a Disney cruise. Let me repeat. A DISNEY Cruise. I was going to have some serious one-on-one time with my longtimeamour Mickey Mouse.
Then, I would round out my eventful week with a trip to Miami, where I would pack up the material acquisitions of my life and move them from Miami to New York City. (Jake, git a rope)
I remind myself that there are people in wheelchairs. That there are good people victimized by terrible maladies. That things can always, always, always, be worse. It knocks my restless misery level from a 10…to a 9. And I confirm, once again, that I am not patient. I am an impatient. My pinky toe is…
First of all, I can’t believe you’re reading this. I must congratulate you on reading The Most Boring Title Ever given a blog and still giving it a shot. Thank you. I will make this worth your time, wink-wink. Why yes, that WAS a cheap stunt intended to lure you in with Faux Sexy… As…
Meantime, I am ping-ponging from one side of the bus to the other, capturing too-blurry photos on my phone, unusually anxious to capture this place. Where we are is not actually Allentown. Not yet. The tour bus is rumbling through the Pennsylvania countryside. Eventually, we’ll reach the Airport de Allentown. Somehow, the combination of the…
Just like the last blog…I begin this blog…looking out the window. This is getting to be a theme with me. It makes me wonder if “window-blogging” is a micro-niche. But instead of a bus window, today’s Window On The World is in my hotel room, and Ottawa’s Christmas Parade has come to me. Or rather,…
I’m looking out the window again, intensely studying the passing streetscape of what Augusta, Georgia calls downtown. This is the first bus ride of my second season with Mamma Mia. At first, I am not charitable. I am struck by how shabby and downtrodden Augusta looks. My insta-thumbs down surprises me. I recalibrate and look…
I have been so busy with my nightly singing & dancing career that I’ve neglected to update you on the latest advancements in my Oddeling Career. (For the unaware, Oddeling=Odd Modeling) It began with a surprise book cover. Then a surprise bus wraparound advertisement. Then I went big-time with a print ad for the Discovery…
I am on my first and only train ride of the Mamma Mia tour. My first train ride ever that doesn’t simply travel in a circle (think Disney World). No! Wait…. I’ve taken a commuter train between New York and New Jersey. But everyone knows that doesn’t count. Vancouver is behind me, Portland is ahead,…
Ballerina Paws. They fascinated me. Wispy, delicate paws that looked like they were fashioned by Dr. Seuss. She would cross them when she sat. Always a lady. She didn’t get that from me. But the Eyes were my inheritance. Big Brown Eyes that lit up when she heard the magic words: Quieres caminar? That’s right.…
