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Thursday, July 14, 2011

Guilty as Charged, This Town is Too Hot to Handle

You know how I know I must REALLY love to act?
I stood outside on Monday... for 7 hours... looking like this:







Yup. I MUST really, really want to make it as an actor.

I was the manager of this event, which has it's perks and pitfalls. Some days you just want to be told what to do, and not deal with people that inevitably suck. Even people I like get fairly pissy when standing on a street corner, dripping sweat, talking to NYers. I don't blame 'em, but damn it folks, we're in it together. Let's make this as pleasant as possible, mmmk?

My Weather Channel app told me that it was a high of 97 degrees that day. And I was in a wig... Answering stupid questions about why I was wearing a wig... Yelling about a certain well-known NYC event I was promoting. F.M.L. It was the kind of NYC-hot (different from "elsewhere-hot," "NYC-hot" is inescapable. Take "elsewhere-hot" and add all the air conditioners pumping out hot air, the walking place to place, the bodies everywhere. INESCAPABLE...), the kind of hot where you feel like you're chewing the air it's so dense. It's like someone snarky wrapped a piping hot, dripping wet blanket around your shoulders and then told you with a smile, "just go on, go about your day." Not. Pretty. Particularly not for me. A bit of medical background for ya: My little body doesn't regulate heat like a normal person's does. No, no. My body violently shuts down, says eff you, and proceeds to make my life a sweaty, miserable living hell. I've been to the hospital twice for dehydration (hallucinating, convulsing, the whole nine...So fun!). Needless to say, not so good.

I'm still recovering from Monday's hot disaster (and I mean that literally). I lost all energy the rest of the week. Even going up subway stairs has been a challenge for me these past few days. The gym was certainly out of the question (completely bizarre for me), laundry seemed like an insurmountable task, and I couldn't focus on anything for more than 5 minutes (which made rehearsal interesting). I was a mess. After tons of water, loads of potassium and a bit of salt, I think I have finally gotten most of my energy back. I've stocked the fridge with coconut water and I successfully made it back to the gym yesterday - thank baby Jesus.

I have a big audition coming up next week (for a slew of commercial agents) and I even considered cancelling it because of my body's inability to function. But thank baby Jebus, again, for bossy family members. My Ma called into question what is really important to me. Conclusion: this audition. Cancel all work outside, pull yourself together and take care of yourself for the next week. Focus on what's really important, i.e. that audition. Duh, Sarah.

It is hard, though. A constant struggle to keep life in balance. I hate turning down work. I feel so guilty. Who the hell knows when I'll get more? Money is necessary, but again, so is being healthy and the work right now is only to get me to where I want to go. So for at least the next couple weeks, I need to slow down. Re-prioritize.

My acting career is obviously HUGE. School has started (Yay! My first assignment is completed!) and that's a major priority. Work. Work is a means to an end. Sure I gotta pay for shit, but not worth the stress when my health is at stake. I'm lucky to have people in my life that know me well enough to know that sometimes I need to be told to take a step back and let go of the guilt (I'm half Catholic, half Jewish. Imagine how hard this is for me. Aside from platelets and plasma, guilt is in my blood).

In other news, I did an awesome table reading of "Scream" in which I played Rose McGowan's genius role, Tatum. That was hilariously entertaining. I thoroughly enjoyed playing out the sounds of getting killed by a very strong garage door. And remember that audition I "bombed"? ...Got a callback on Sunday. Either everyone else really sucked, or I misread my reading. ;) Whatevs. Won't question it.

This weekend is filled with celebrations, auditions and work. All good things. I'm just thankful to be back among the living. Now I just gotta figure out how to stay this way... :-/

2 comments:

  1. I think that's the continuous fight among the struggling actors out there. Work or audition. Or sometimes sleep or audition. I have to fight some days to remember I'm here for a reason, not to sleep..sadly, and not to work a crappy unforgiving job. But to audition. And why? So I don't have to do that crap ever again.

    So break legs!

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  2. Seven hours ... whoa. I wipe the beads of sweat from my brow and give props to you for your work ethic and tremendous pluck, which I think some of the notable martyrs down through the centuries would have also admired. You make these sacrifices for a reason -- so that you can go about your affairs in a town that's been made, criminally, so expensive to live in. If you'd come here in, say 1982, you'd have easily scored a rent-controlled flat in Manhattan and perhaps participated in guerilla street performances with the likes of Keith Haring and JM Basquiat. But I digress....

    There is a special debilitation that can be induced by the summer heat in NYC. The simple act of being outdoors and moving about, takes a unique toll. It makes people disoriented, cranky, or just plain evil. And staying hydrated won't ward off the torpid feeling. After a lifetime of grasping for ever-new words to describe this, and sitting around with friends swapping descriptives, I could well appreciate your description of "NYC-hot" vs. "elsewhere hot". I've tended to focus on the pollution-infused humidity and the ripe smells a-bloomin' in the air, but, yes, those damn air-conditioners are everywhere -- emitting hot air, no less -- even as they perversely over-chill the indoors. We are indeed "chewing the air"!

    Once one reads the text and is clued in to the story here, the photo acquires an insane quality -- the surface cuteness and cheer is subverted by the text. It's David Lynch-ian, like the scenes of sun drenched white picket fences in Blue Velvet.

    Take heart in this: there are some people who do not perspire enough. I read a letter about this not long ago over on the Weil-man's site. They face serious overheating issues. For those of us who perspire with abandon, I like to think of it as a wonderful cooling mechanism that those of our ancestors who lived in warm climes -- the Mediterranean, say, or Africa -- evolved to ultimately keep cool.

    Stay strong, hydrated, and fortified with electrolytes. Slowing down the mind is a way to cool off, as if you were a yogini coolly listening to ragas in India's heat. Good luck with the auditions and with class!

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