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Monday, January 31, 2011

Sick... On So Many Levels

I apologize ahead of time for the revolting nature of some of this post. Welcome to my life. :)

Ugh. I'm sick. I hate it. I got shit to do, but if I go do it, I'm the sick girl that keeps coughing and puts everyone around her in harm's way. People would look at me with that scrunched-up-nose face that's like saying, "I don't want you here. You look gross, you're mouth breathing and you smell like menthol." So, I sleep. Twelve hours last night! Two Tylenol PM's might have had something to do with it - Crazy sleep with that drug. I woke up once in the middle of the night because I thought I was being attacked.

Anyway, Friday night I had a rehearsal uptown near Lincoln Center. I was on my way to being sick but not gross enough to stay home. I was nervous because directors were switched and our new director happened to also be the writer. Now I'm usually not a fan of this combo. Lemme explain: We, as actors, will never be what the writer had in his or her head when creating the piece. It's simply impossible because we are who we are and bring our own things to the table. Directors tend to love that, writers (from my experience) tend to want you to adapt, to a certain extent, to their vision. It's always amazing when you can speak to the writer and get an idea of what they intended, but taking direction is a whole other beast. I say this, because I was pleasantly surprised! I had a great time diving into the characters and seeing them the way he wanted it. I think it was because he seemed so genuinely thrilled with the individuality that we brought, as well. It was a lovely rehearsal and I really look forward to working on it and making it full. I left rehearsal with tons to think about and work out. I love that.

The real show, however, happened when I left rehearsal. Prepare yourself...

I hadn't talked to my Dad in a while, so I called him and decided to take a walk to Columbus Circle while on the phone - it was a nice night. I got to the train and took the escalator down, popped off to the side where I still had reception but was out of the way to finish my conversation. Not too many people were around, as it was fairly late. Mid sentence, I see someone coming down the escalator out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head, subconsciously I guess, to see who was coming up behind me...when a woman with crazy hair, a giant suitcase and severe hatred in her eyes was suddenly in my face! She hocks a giant loog and SPITS IT IN MY FACE! All over me. In my hair. On my face. In my eye. On my hand that was still holding the phone. The woman kept walking, dragging the suitcase behind her to the other side of the station. I froze. All I could do was say, "Oh. My. God." My Dad started panicking and asking, "What? What's going on? What?" Our conversation continued as follows:

Me: "Some bitch just spit in my face!"
Dad: "Oh. My. God."
Me: "oh MY god."
Dad: "ohmygod."
Me: "oh my GAWD!"
Dad: "Oh, God."

This continued for quite some time. Then, my Mom got scared and joined the convo and from the background I hear her say, "What?! What's going on?! Is she okay? Did she see a rat!?" Ha! A Rat?! I had to laugh because I actually wished I saw a rat! I would snuggle with that sucker and domesticate it. Name it LuLu or some shit. I wished for a rat!

I stood frozen unsure of what to do next. The woman was still across the platform sipping on an effing iced coffee. She was clearly a crazy and clearly staring at me. I said, "Dad, I gotta go. This hooker is eying me from across the station." I hung up and ran to get on the train and sat the whole ride trying not to close my mouth or touch anything. I'm pretty sure I looked crazy at this point, holding my contaminated hand away from my body and trying not to throw up from disgust.

I made it to Brooklyn, washed my face, and a good friend who felt sorry for me bought me a strong drink to disinfect whatever was in my mouth.

The lesson? Well, I think it can be applied to all aspects of your life, really (daily life, personal life, professional life...): Stay on your toes, people! You never know when a crazy bitch is gonna spit in your face.

No. Kidding.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

80's Awesomeness and an Old Fashioned Talkin' To

Holy. Hell. This is the longest I've gone without an update in quite some time. I guess that means that I've been busy, which is always a good thing. I've been working a ton, auditioning, dating, hanging, rehearsing... Lets see if I can give you a run down...

Working outside is, well, going. We opened a new cafe down in the financial district, and say what you want to about those people, but I have found them delightful! Firstly, they are a group of morning people. I need that at 7:30 am, because Lord knows my aura isn't all roses and cupcakes at that disgusting hour (add a wind chill of 8 degrees. You can only imagine...). But throw in some smiling, chatty hedge fund workers, free pastries and the guys behind the sandwich counter and I'm a new woman. I have tons of new financial district friends! Carla who doesn't actually work there anymore but loves coming to work with her daughter (she offered to bring me a coffee. Love Carla), Raoul who loves the arts and couldn't wait to check out Date to Mate, and Max who used to want to be an actor but didn't have the drive (he actually asked to shake my hand and he told me he was proud of me as he walked away. I almost cried right there holding that mini croissant sampler platter. I may have been a li-ttle emotional that day...). Anyway the point is that some days suck. Some people suck. Some days suck becuase they are full of sucky people. However, there are those days and those people that can restore your faith. And, yes, some of them work at hedge funds. :)

I also worked a party for the launch of a movie packed with totally tubular 80's stars! It. Was. Awesome. Debbie Gibson, Tiffany, Downtown Julie Brown, Doug E. Fresh, Taylor Dayne, and my personal fave:

That's right. Dustin Diamond. I screeched! (that was terrible, but totally called for... :) We worked the door, then came down to enjoy the scenery when we were forced to start a Soul Train line to get the party started and people dancing. It definitely wasn't in the contract, but what the hell. We rounded everyone up and shook it like it was our job (oh, wait...) down those two rows to Doug E. Fresh beatboxing. And I'll be damned if we didn't get that party started. It wasn't a bad night of work, I have to say.

A personal styling gig came at me in the past couple weeks, as well. I met with a woman who needed clothing to go from day to night as she re-enters the dating scene. I loved this job! At the end of the day she was confident and comfortable (the best combo) and she looked amazing! I was booked through another agency and I hope that I made the dating agency proud with this one, which is something I struggle with. I want to make everyone happy without being pushy and bitchy. If the lady doesn't like dresses, I'm certainly not gonna shove her into one! Making someone feel awkward is NOT the goal, as far as I'm concerned. But the lady was happy and she looked great! ...So we'll see when I get feedback from the agency.

I hope you all watched the new episode of Date to Mate! It's the Hanukkah episode and my Zoe is reluctantly getting deeper and deeper into a relationship. If you haven't yet, check it out on OnDemand! I'm also doing a play through a new theater company that an old aquaintence (who has quickly become a new friend) started. She invited me to the readings and I was cast from there. I look forward to sharing more info on that project very soon.

I've also been auditioning and workshopping. I did a commercial intensive and got my learn on. Just got called in to audition for a play from a director that I know from another theater project. She and I have never worked together, but I gave her my headshot about a year ago and...Look at that! She kept it! The audition went pretty well. The characters jump quite drastically in age, so playing the different ages truthfully is always an interesting but welcome challenge. I read nicely, nothing ground breaking, but pretty well. We'll see! I did hear from one of the films I auditioned for as of the last post. He said I was wonderful, but the director decided to go with someone else and that they have a few projects coming up and he'd love to invite me back to audition again. I truly appreciated the email and I will absolutely be auditioning for them again. I sent a thank you and expressed interest.

Now, I'm not going to divulge too much info on the next subject, but.... I did say that I've been dating. So, here goes... I have gone on dates. I'm not very good at it. I'm sometimes awkward. And for whatever reason, some guys I find wanna wife me up. And I'm NOT having that. I've met nice people, I've met crazies. I'm trying to stay very casual with all of my encounters and I'm really at a point where I'm doing my own thing. So that's where I'm at. Trying to stay open to everything and everyone. But not too open. Enough said.

Moving on!...

Which brings me to friends. Thank God for good friends. I showed up at the bar Sunday late night and met my friend for what I thought was going to be a last drink and a few light convos rife with inappropriate jokes and cuss words. Wrong. It turned into a severe "talkin' to" rife with truths (and some cuss words) from a true friend. We sat at the bar over Jameson shots and I heard about everything that I am fucking up. Along with every reason why I need to pull it together. Harsh criticism capped with unbelievable compliments. And I have never been so thankful. I needed to hear it. And from someone who's opinion I not only trust, but respect like nobody's business. Truth that comes from somewhere treasured is such valuable information. He reminded me why I'm here doing what I do. He reminded me why I love it so much and that I have every right to want what I want. And that is because I'm good at what I do. Incredible to hear. Even more incredible to believe it....and I have a hard time doing that sometimes. So thank you, Friend (even though the conversation ended with, "We're done here. I always stop when I make the girl cry..." Ha!)

So I leave with my favorite quote of all time and one that pops up in my life again and again. Overused? Maybe. But who really gives a shit when it fits the bill?

"Live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future." -RM Rilke

Ok, Rilke....and my friend Daniel. I will try. ;)

Sunday, January 9, 2011

2 Auditions and a Bucket List: What a Weekend

I'm still in recovery from this weekend. Apparently in the mess of it all I committed to a tattoo and a half marathon....Remind me never to drink 4 bottles of wine with my long lost girlfriends. We made a NYC bucket list of shit we need to do while we live here which, in theory, is not a bad idea to have on hand. It's a diverse list: also included is a trip to the Cloisters, and a "girls club night," reminiscent of our younger years (probably complete with small, slutty outfits ....though, I do think my skort was hung up for good in 2001).

I also managed to fit in two auditions this weekend. Great news that I'm getting back to the grind. The first was for a short film that sounds pretty interesting. It was a lovely group of people that are sick of working on crap, so they've decided to produce their own stuff - mostly stories about women. Love that. After reading the first side I got some direction and re-read. All good. Moved on to the second side, which was a bit more intense. The nature of the scene was very physical, which is always hard to do when you're pinned to a chair in front of a camera. Basically I try to connect with the reader as much as I can through eye contact and mimic the intensity that would be, if physicality were included. It can be awkward, but you just gotta throw yourself into the moment and hope the intention comes across. I actually omitted the last line because I felt it would have been forced. I knew that the writer was in the room, so I apologized after the read and just said it felt forced without the physical aspects. They seemed to appreciate that I didn't try to make something out of nothing and stayed truthful...but who knows?

I asked her if there was something else she wanted me to try in the scene. She looked at the others and took a second, shook her head and said, "I think you're fantastic." They may say this to everyone, but it felt great to hear nonetheless. They asked me for my availability (always a good sign) and explained their planned schedule (also good). Now I wait. If nothing else, it did boost my confidence and gave me some momentum. Both very necessary, whether I get the part or not.

Audition number two this weekend was a little more awkward. I had been emailing back and forth about an indie film and I agreed to meet this dude at 7pm at a midtown Starbucks to discuss. I'm always a little wary of the Starbucks meeting. While it's not totally out there, it's always bizarre and hard to take seriously. This time in particular was a bit out of the ordinary. He was the writer and was doing "preliminary casting," narrowing down the pool of actors for a bigger, more formal audition coming up later. Hmm...

He explained the story - interesting. We read some sides. Short and sweet. Then he asked me to look around the Starbucks as if it were an apartment and (without giving away too much in breach of the confidentiality agreement I signed...) I see something that evokes hatred. Ok. I took in what he was saying, took a leap of faith and said what the hell. I went along with his little exercise. I looked around, I "saw" the item, I had hatred... yadda yadda yadda. I finished and looked around sure that the "Punked" cameras were going to pop out and all of the seemingly nonchalant coffee drinkers sitting around me would start clapping, pointing, and laughing at the silly, gullible little actress. No one started clapping. There was no laughter. And, Ashton Kutcher was nowhere to be found. So, either this guy was just fucking with me, or I had a preliminary audition for some new project.... I sent my usual "thank you" email and at the risk of referencing too many terrible MTV shows in one post: "Next!"

Working, workshopping and working out like whoa this week (I've officially joined a Brooklyn gym, solidifying my status as a Williamsburgian)...

So, it sounds like this will be a worthy week awash with all kinds of wonderful ways to work. ;)

...I'll stop.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

NYC, Oh How you Affect Me. (apparently I'm on a rhyming kick...)

Back in NYC. Exhausted.

I forget how tiring this town is. Today was my first full day back at work and running around. Day one Walking Tour was a lot for my little legs to take on. It's 9:15pm and I swear I just don't have it in me to stay up to watch the season premier of Jersey Shore. Sad, but true. Thank God for DVR. He really outdid himself with that one...

My last days at home were hectic, as usual. This time in particular I felt that I was always letting someone down. I spent the weekend of New Year's with my best friend (shout out Becs) and helped celebrate her birthday, which is very important to me. (She's the kind of friend I can count on no matter what and she would, without question, be there for me. Love her for it.) I spent a lot of time at home hanging with the Fam. Movies with Dad ("Burlesque" rocked my world...and you think I'm kidding...), cooking and shopping with my Ma, hanging with my bro - I did have to spend some time working on stuff, setting up auditions for when I got back, dealing with bills, and emailing various people about various things. But that's part of being gone for so long. I have to plan ahead for when I get back otherwise I'm not just behind, I'm stuck in last year. I also try very hard to spend, even if it's just an hour, with people that I don't get to see often. I love to hear about their lives and catch up. It's nice to revisit where I'm from, which in turn helps me figure out where the hell I'm going. But this trip it was hard. It was very hard to do all these things and still decompress from city life.

Which leads me to my mixed feelings about being back. The second I got off the plane and found myself at LGA baggage claim and some hooker with a Louis Vuitton bag situated herself in the three feet between me and the carousel, the NY stress started working it's way into my chest (that's where my stress looms. It's like someone large and in-charge is sitting on my sternum, and occasionally readjusts, you know, just to get comfy causing me to take a deep breath - try to breathe through it... ahh, so pleasant...). But walking around today did remind me of why I love this place. There's a sense of power that comes from living here. Walking around dealing with the everyday shit and somehow emerging with a smile gives me the confidence and energy to take things on tomorrow (because let's be honest. We're all like Atreyu here, this shit is never ending...) So, while yes, this day knocked me on my ass, I am pretty pumped about being back. A little lonelier here than in the ATL, but nothing I can't handle. I have tons of recent changes that I'm still dealing with, but I've come to accept. It's a new year. And I think I can find the confidence to go after the things that I really want or to be honest, at this point I really NEED.

I've set up some auditions in the next few days. I've got a commercial workshop next week. In the meantime, I'll pull my life together (and my body. Even with my attempt at fooling the men in my family by subbing applesauce for butter and oats/wheat for white flour the holidays are a bitch on a sister's fig-urr :) It's time for me to jump back in head first...well, I guess that makes it a dive....It's time to dive in head first! ...err, whatever. It's on, NYC!