Evolving and resolving...

Today was a rough day.

Life takes off and doesn't slow down for months at a time... but when it does, those moments of clarity sneak in through the silence and the stillness. And sometimes that clarity isn't always welcome, but I listen... because the voice within exhibits much more wisdom than I.
There are a ton of issues weighing on my mind emotionally. Career, kids, a possible move out-of-state... I'm gearing up for another short trip to NYC for auditions and then rehearsals start for Gypsy, followed immediately by Next to Normal - which ends the day before my son graduates and a mere week before my lease is up.

As if that wasn't enough, today brought the equivalent of a really horrible break-up.

I've read plenty of books and talked through plenty therapy sessions that helped me diagnose and remove toxic relationships from my life, but no one ever explained the protocol when I'M the toxic one.

In this case, I was faced with a choice... to think only of myself and my own best interests - or to consider the wants and needs of a stranger before my own. It was hard and hurt much more than I expected it to. Through gritted teeth and with a smile of false optimism, I walked away.

Though I know I did the right thing and made a much more mature decision than I typically make, I don't feel any better. I keep waiting for the clouds to part and the weight to lift as the voice within sings, "Good Job! You're a grown up who has finally evolved past her typical level of douchebaggery!"

But instead I only feel loss... an overwhelming sense of loss...
...and sadness.

Anger with myself for helping to create a toxic situation and frustration that there was no 'easy fix', no 'win-win', no mutually beneficial resolution. In order to win, I simply had to lose.

I always thought being an adult would be so much easier than this.

The Circle of (Scripted) Life...

The bottom of my bookshelf is lined with 3-ring binders.

They sit in a neat little row, their spines of varying thickness, most of them black and white - with a blue and green thrown in.

Inside each binder is a script from a past show I've done. The pages are highlighted and dog-eared with scribbled shorthand in the margins and doodles where the director stopped us for notes.

I recycle the binders as I get new scripts. The old scripts come out and go into a bin labeled 'Scripts and Memorabilia'. There are two old paper boxes bearing the same label that contain everything I've done on stage prior to 2002.

I always enjoy pulling out the old scripts. A rush of memories always comes flooding back as I recall castmates and backstage shenanigans. Foreign concepts written in my own handwriting - or funny quotes from cast and crew - reading lines once as comfortable in my mouth as my own name... all new again. Documented proof of where I've been and the lives I've lived in this lifetime... some of which I remember vividly, some of which I can barely recall. Much like college, I suppose.

It's like opening a Christmas present that got lost in the closet during Spring cleaning years ago or thumbing through a long-forgotten photo album or finding baby clothes that your preteen once wore.

I received one contract and script in the mail today and will pick up another this evening. So... 'Lysistrata' was retired to the archives and 'Next to Normal' took its place. Likewise, I relocated 'Arms and the Man' in favor of 'Gypsy'.

These two binders will travel with me just about everywhere for the next four months. I will hold them, beat them, love them, curse them, cry, laugh, write, doodle and record revelations in them.

The pages within these binders will challenge and motivate me to be a better artist than I was when I performed their predecessors.

It feels like a graduation of sorts... another milestone in the circle of life. And though I'm excited and can't wait to start working on my new additions, my heart does a little 'Velveteen Rabbit' twinge as I pack away my old babies.

Out with the old and in with the new.

Tonight, I'm going to go drink some wine with my fellow showgirl. I will "twinkle while I shake it". She will "bump it with a trumpet". ...and all will be well with the world.

Sh*t Andi Writes...

I've noticed a growing trend with blogs and vlogs and youtube rants lately. Rants seem to be all the rage nowadays with "shit people say" or "things I hate".

I'd like to take credit for pioneering this trend with a long-ago blog titled "OPP" (yeah, you know me) about Obnoxious Pet Peeves. I've been tempted to resurrect this blog because it was a great form of therapy. (Plus I thought it was really funny.)

I eventually gave up on the blog because I was influenced by those around me that thought it only added to the 'negative energy of the universe'. You know... the concept of getting off your ass and changing what you don't like rather than just bitching about it. (Insert Gandhi quote here.)

However, through years of experience (and memorization of the serenity prayer) I realized that there are some things that I cannot change - no matter how hard I try.

And thus, I bitch.

Not to add to the negative energy of the universe... but rather, to make myself laugh – thus allowing me to maintain my usual quirky, positive, 'shitting rainbows' outlook on life.

I did decide that I'm going to market a new toy for 2012.

Back in my day, we had the ol' “See-N-Say”, but adapting it for the new trends, I'm going to give it a more contemporary appearance and re-market it as “Shit Animals Say” and make a fortune!!

First post of 2012!!

Happy New Year!

Immediate Disclaimer: This is one of those year-in-review posts. If you don't know, don't care, or have already gotten a dozen of these in your Christmas cards and can't stomach another one, feel free to skip this one. :)

I've been horribly remiss with the bloggery lately - and I'll be completely honest when I say that 'keeping up with my blog' did NOT make the resolution list for 2012. In fact, I'm pretty sure I forgot I had a blog when I was making my resolutions.

So, for those friends and family who are not bored to tears with my personal updates, here's your update for the end of 2011.

It sucked and I'm glad it's over.

Professionally, 2011 was a milestone year. I worked steadily with wonderful companies in some amazing roles. I had an amazing two months in Little Rock with my 'Hairspray' cast and crew - and even got to see a few of them a few months later when I went to New York for auditions.
I'm not sure what I expected, since it was my first time auditioning in the city... but it was not at all the nerve-wracking, anxiety-inducing experience I expected it to be. I had a blast! I walked the city streets until my feet were blistered and my calves stiff. I ate amazing food and applauded the incredible talent busking on the subway platforms. I sang, danced, acted, spun circles and threw my hat in the air in Times Square - and then flipped off a cabbie 'cuz he didn't want to take me to JFK in the rain - making my temporary transformation to 'city girl' complete. I loved every minute of it and can't wait to be back there in February for callbacks! I did a wonderful show called 'Next Fall' with an amazing company in Phoenix (Actors Theatre) that not only reminded me how much I love contemporary theatre, but also made me grow and evolve personally and spiritually. I also love the shit out of every director I got to work with this season - which made my job less of a job and more of an extended playdate with a favored mentor. You just can't beat that!

I wrote a ton this year - I'm now doing rewrites for a historical play about the women's suffrage movement, have first drafts written for two one-act plays, and an outline for a full-length black comedy. Whew!

My kids... are no longer my kids. They are mutant teenage housemates that don't pay rent. I'm kidding, really.

My son turned 18 last month - against my direct orders - and is now finishing his last semester of High School. David is a perfect example of an intelligent kid getting lost in the cracks of the public school's special education system. A late diagnosis didn't help, but even when we knew we were facing the challenges of autism, we had hope...
David spent most of his education in contained classes with severely disabled students. Everything from social/behavioral dysfunctions to severe mental retardation. He brought home videos (taken in class with his cell phone) of students bashing each other in the head with skateboards, other students catatonic and drooling in the corner... and asking the question, "Why am I here?" His own occupational therapist told his father and me not to expect him to make it through High School. She said we should 'do our best' to see him through as much as possible and then enlist a program to help him with his GED but that she had little hope for him in an integrated setting.

That nasty little naysayer is the first person on my list to get his graduation announcement. I so desperately want to sign it with a "Screw you. He did it!"
And while I wish I could take credit and say that it was stalwart parenting that made him so capable and determined, it's really David who did all the work. He switched schools and got a fresh start and made it. His grades this semester are the best they've ever been and I couldn't be prouder.
His plan is to enlist after High School - which scares the living daylights out of me. He's still too young and too precious and too untouched by the ugliness of the world... which to me means he's still too young for a gun in his hand and a government agenda in his head.

This is the hard part of letting go. Letting my children make permanent decisions for themselves and their lives is excruciating. I have some input... but very little at this point... while they find their own voices.

My daughter is still the dynamo. She is completely invested in her classes (most of them advanced or IB classes) and her extra-curricular activities. She has become more and more involved in dance and community service this year, since most of her required courses are completed. She could graduate early if she wanted to, but is already younger than most of her peers, so she's opting to graduate with her class so she can turn 18 before entering college. (Tough choice to have to make.) She has already started the process of applying to colleges. Her intellectual love is psychology and she's got a good knack for it.

She and her boyfriend have been dating about 9 months now and are totes 'in loves'.

I'm just waiting for the right time to reveal to said boyfriend that his muse once pooped in her own bellybutton.

Yes, I've made it a personal goal to keep my daughter from getting laid. Ever. Grandkids are not that important to me. Not yet, anyhow.

2011 brought some relationship challenges in my own life. It can't be easy to be partnered with a half-insane, self-absorbed actress who is hitting her 'mid-life crisis' and 'empty nest' phases at the same time. I have to give props to Jason for still being my friend after the last 10 (almost 11) years I've put him through - though I'm pretty sure he's just keeping me close because of all the blackmail material I've got.

I've spent the first few days of 2012 obsessing over my new Christmas present... I'm kinda in love.

Actually the props have to go to my mom... for the Christmas cash that made this purchase possible. Meet "El Hefe"!

Now, I've had blenders before, but I have the tendency to buy the $18.00 cheap, plastic, Target/KMart brand that is on sale. Rarely do those EVER do more than shave half your ice to water, leaving the rest in chunks. And more often than not, the mixture would get stuck, resulting in my treating the damn thing like it was a martini shaker. (Incidentally, a great exercise for those lacking a Shakeweight.) They'd last me through about two weeks of intense use and then poop out or break.

And so the investment was made in a slightly more expensive kitchen appliance that has already made healthy smoothies for days as I try out new recipes on the kids.

We did our 'Mexican food night' with themed tropical smoothies and it was an overall success. So a big THANKS to mom for giving us the ability to turn this:









Into THIS:

It also has another attachment that enabled us to make homemade salsa (props also to Pro's Ranch Market for their dirt cheap and amazing produce).
So yeah... I guess you could say I'm a little obsessed...

But that brings me to 2012.

My first resolution was to start eating better. I love being in the kitchen and I love to experiment with foods... but I easily fall victim to the convenience of fast food (especially during crazy rehearsal hours) and a dirty kitchen.

I also had to acknowledge that my love affair with food has led to some bad habits that need to be broken. I purge and fast several times throughout the year and I blame it on my schedule and my work when really, it's just laziness. (That concept is true and apparent in other aspects of my life than just food!)


I have a little over a month to prepare for another trip to New York before rehearsals begin for Gypsy. It's plenty of time to start new habits.

My 'mantra theme' for 2011 was all about hope. Hope for my kids. Hope for my dad. Hope for castmates. Hope for my stepdad. Hope for improvement... in so many aspects.

My 'mantra theme' for 2012 (so far) seems to be all about change. Change for my kids. Change for my career. Transitions galore!

I will be doing a moderate amount of traveling this year. I'll be out of state for at least two months with the potential of being gone for six. It's both exciting and daunting. I miss my family and my pets when I'm gone... but technology makes it easy for us to stay in touch and see faces on a daily basis.
I'm not sure what this year has in store - which is difficult for a control-freak like myself to admit - but one of the other things I've 'resolved' for this year is that I'm going to be okay with not knowing.

I'm going to be okay with being impulsive and spontaneous - so long as it doesn't get me in trouble with the law.

I'm going to accept the things I have no control over.
I'm going to take better control of the things I need to.

I'm eating better. I'm quitting smoking. I'm staying active (even between shows).

I'm not procrastinating around the house any more and I'm finishing the projects I've started.

I've sold and donated boxes and bins of stuff that has accumulated over the past several years and I'm starting to condense my life into more manageable compartments.

I also have a list of 'secondary' resolutions that are not necessarily priority but things I'd still like to accomplish this year. Among them, I'd like to take more pictures. I got so busy after the Spring that I really didn't do as much in that arena as I'd like... and I'd really like to improve so I can justify investing in a better camera eventually. But that's dependent on my reaching some other goals first.

I'll close my year in review by saying that I learned hard lessons, made decent strides, failed and succeeded, lost some old friends and made some new ones. It was a hard year, but a necessary one to the growth and change I will be challenged with in the year ahead.

And so it was... that 2011 passed with a whimper and a death rattle as my daughter and I read side-by-side and my son came in to snap a picture of 'the nerds' before heading outside to catch the fireworks/neighborhood gunplay.

I have to admit, it's not the worst way to spend New Year's Eve.

True there was no champagne, no rowdy friends, no romantic kiss 'neath glitter and confetti on the dance floor... but I've already had those celebrations in my life. It was nice to be at home with the people I love the most in this world - doing nothing more than enjoying their company and celebrating another milestone.


Okay, bring it on, 2012! I'm ready for ya!

Oh... hold on... lemme make a smoothie for the road first. :)

Half a Lifetime Ago...

Eighteen years ago, I was eighteen years old and my life was about to change forever.

Today, my son turned eighteen.

After a series of emotional texts with my ex-husband (his dad), I took to digging out his baby book just for old time's sake.
I found a letter tucked into the back - the envelope was sealed - and on the front was written "To Bubba: On his 18th Birthday".
To give a little history here, I have very few things that I've held on to for 18 years. My social security card, a couple pieces of jewelry that belonged to my Nanny and my Mamo, my childhood bible... and photos. That's about it.
I broke the seal and opened the letter and so many emotions came flooding back - I was instantly transported to the hallway floor of my first apartment where I penned that letter over 18 years ago. We were still throwing around names for our baby boy, but because he was such a brute in-utero, we took to calling him 'Bubba'.

Eighteen years ago, a very nervous 18-year-old girl wrote the following:

12/14/1993

"Dear 'Bubba',

I don't know you yet. I don't even know what we're going to name you. But I already love you. You're due in a week, but there's a possibility that we might be bringing you home before then. I still can't believe how much my life has changed in the past six months. And how much it's going to change in the next week.

My mom was there when I heard your heartbeat for the first time. It sounded like static to me at first, but then I heard it like the rhythm of a washing machine, strong and steady.

I was reading a book and drinking iced tea this summer the first time I felt you move. At first I thought it was gas... it was just the tiniest, softest flutter, like I had swallowed a moth. It didn't take very long for that soft tickle to turn into blips and bumps and elbows in my ribs. We know you're a boy and we know you're strong. So your dad and I have been calling you 'Bubba'.

I sing to you every day and I talk to you on my walk home from work. I can't imagine what the neighbors must think about the crazy pregnant girl who talks to herself!

You'll know this growing up, 'cuz you'll learn math in public school, but your dad and I only got married a little over a month ago. We waited because we wanted to make sure we were getting married for the right reasons. I'm still not sure I even know what the right reasons are. But I know that we love each other. And we love you. We fought our family and each other for you. You're not even here and you're already the most important person in our lives.

I just got a crappy little roach-infested apartment close to work because I have no car, but I have a good job and health insurance. So, I've got a head start on this 'adulthood' thing, I think. We're facing a lot of challenges right now and I'm sad to say that you're going to have a rough start in this world. But hey, so did Jesus, right? Not that I'm the Virgin Mary... VERY far from it!... but more on that when you're older.

I'm scared. I don't know if I'll be a good mom. But I promise to try. I promise to love you more than anyone else possibly could. I promise to stick by you when the rest of the world has turned its back on you. I promise that as long as I'm alive, you will be welcome in my home and in my arms. I promise to teach you what I can. I promise to learn. I promise to grow.

I can't wait to meet you.

I love you.

Love,

Mom

PS. That's the first time I've signed the word 'mom'. I think I like it."

Going Viral

So I've been sick all week, which means I've been spending entirely too much time in front of the TV and the computer. Several of my friends had posted or referenced the following video on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, etc. I've watched it several times now and each time has sparked another debate point so I figured I'd just collect my current thoughts on the topic in one place.
Suppressing my natural desire to be sarcastic and dismissive, I'm going to attempt some intelligent discourse and debate here.



I'll break this down for Mr. Perry little by little.

"I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a Christian."

What an odd statement to lead with, Mr. Perry. Should you be ashamed? I know a lot of Christians. I was raised by what is considered (by today's standards) a devout Christian family. We went to church three times a week. Three. Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night. I come from a long line of ministers and worship leaders, pastors and spiritual mentors. And having always lived in the United States, we've always been able to worship and fellowship freely, openly, publicly and without shame. So for starters, I find your opening subtle but intentionally incendiary. Let's stay tuned, shall we?

"...there's something wrong in this country when gays can serve openly in the military but our kids can't openly celebrate Christmas or pray in school."

WOAH!! Hold your horses, Mr. Perry. There's something WRONG with this sentence.
As my southern kinfolk would say, "Them's fightin' words."

First of all, gays have ALWAYS served in our military. Gays always WILL serve in our military. (Whether you and your good ol' boys like it or not.) How "openly" they serve remains to be seen as long as there are people who think and feel the way you do. Even now, I know servicemen and women that are not comfortable discussing their personal lives or sexual orientation because they suffer hazing and teasing (in the mild cases) and shame, persecution and violent oppression (in severe cases). Without questioning your grasp on reality, I'll simply state that "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" is STILL making headlines in our current news stories for a reason. Our gay YOUTHS are still being bullied daily at school and beaten to death in dark alleys. We have not quite become the gay-loving country you think we are. There's still a long way to go before we exhibit an open-arm policy of tolerance, here.

Second, where do you live that your children can't openly celebrate Christmas?? Have you looked around lately? I can't walk a block in my city without seeing nativities and holiday displays of all shapes and sizes. Carols are playing nonstop on department store sound systems and local radio stations. While running errands this weekend, I encountered three "Happy Holidays" and one "Merry Christmas" from complete strangers. It hardly sounds like our children aren't free to celebrate Christmas. On my residential block, there are FIVE 'Christian' nativities in front yards and three Jewish displays. And even the meth-heads next door and the juvenile delinquents throughout the neighborhood have managed to show respect for the decorations with only one incident of rearranging wise men into a questionable tableau.

And I hate to break it to you, but children DO pray in school. So do their teachers. Some do it openly, some are more private - but such is the institution of prayer. Sometimes it's personal. Sometimes it's not. I was openly Christian in Jr. High and High School, but I would have felt very uncomfortable imposing my spiritual beliefs or practices on anyone else. When I was in High School, I was active with Fellowship of Christian Athletes - one of two Christian-based clubs available at my school. Eighteen years later, that same school now has SIX Christian-based clubs/organizations for students to join. Openly.

"As President, I'll end Obama's war on religion."

Mr. Perry, I've never heard of Obama's war on religion. President Obama ascribes to a particular religion himself, so I can't imagine that he would wage a war in which he would ultimately become a target and/or a casualty. What I believe you meant to say was "Obama's war on Christianity" which would have been much too specific to reach the large demographic one must when running for the highest office.
What you are experiencing (but can't accurately identify) is America's war on Christianity. I propose that it's not a war on 'religion' per se, but a war on the exclusivity, division, and imposition that religion seems to present in our communities. We are no longer 'America: The Greatest and Most Important Country Ever'. We are 'America: One Voice in a Global Community'. We fear what we don't know, but as we become educated as a nation on the beliefs and cultures around the world, we've become MORE tolerant of other religions, not less.

I will go so far as to say that MOST of the Christians I know personally have voiced offense and distaste for your video, Mr. Perry. You are representative of a (very vocal) sect of Christianity that does not like the idea of incorporating other religious and spiritual beliefs into the moral fabric of our nation. Why? What is it about religious freedom (ironically an ideal upon which this nation was founded) that threatens you so?

"And I'll fight against liberal attacks on our religious heritage."

I don't know many liberals who attack our religious heritage. Heritage is history, tradition and legacy, which cannot be 'attacked'. It just... is.
By this statement, I wonder if you even know what our religious heritage is.
I also wonder if you've learned nothing from our own religious history between the Quakers, Puritans, Anglicans, Baptists, Roman Catholics and Protestants, Lutherans and Presbyterians. It wasn't idyllic nor was it pretty.

Rather than turn this into a history lesson, I will simply state that liberals are not attacking our religious heritage. If anyone is attacking anything, it's our spiritual future - and I wouldn't call it an attack as much as I'd call it a preemptive strike against the bigotry, hatred and vitriol that has been spewed forth in the name of God and morality.

I would prefer my leader to be preoccupied with fighting against foreign attacks on our American soil, but maybe that's just me.

"Faith made America strong. It can make her strong again."

I don't know what this assumption is based on, but I would venture a guess to say that capitalism, industry, and commerce as well as liberty, justice and the pursuit of happiness is what made - and continues to make - America strong. Then again, that depends on how you define the collective strength of a country.

What makes America weak, however, is division. I assume you've heard the term "divide and conquer"? It's an effective technique, I assure you; and used in military logistics and housewife errand lists on a global scale. And you, Mr. Perry, have effectively divided America once again into groups and factions that either do not deserve the rights they've fought for or deserve more freedoms than they've been given.

America NEEDS strength. America needs unity. America needs fellowship. A fellowship that is not exclusive or derogatory, but inclusive and tolerant.
America does not need a 'Christian' President. It does not need a 'Muslim' President. It does not need a black, white, gay, straight, Democrat, Republican, Liberal, Conservative, religious, or atheist President.

America needs an American President.

That you approve this message only confirms to me that you are not the one for this office.

Places!!

We're heading into the closing weekend for 'Next Fall' and I'm so very sad to see this production come to a close.
It has been an amazing run, an incredible experience, and a shitload of fun and laughs. Seriously, this entire cast and crew is HILARIOUS!!
We had some whacky times (both on and off stage) and shared a few laughs, a few tears, and some great stories.
At the end of the day, however, I'm most proud of the sincerity with which we tell our story. I'll admit it. I'm proud of this cast, this crew, and what we've all accomplished together.

As we head into our last three performances, I figured I'd share a little 'tradition' that I/We started.
Because we all have cameras on our phones nowadays, I started snapping pictures of myself and/or whichever cast member was closest when 'Places' was being called. (We'll call it my way of "rehearsing the joy".)

What resulted was a fun little pictorial... and so I present our 'Places' photos for the first two weeks of the run.



None of us got along... but we muddled through somehow... between musicals, melodrama, and fits of laughter.



And I am once again reminded... as we journey through the story of Luke and Adam... that the people I work with are amazing and beautiful.




Clearly, I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

Quotes of the Day

There is a tradition among many different theatre companies that I've been involved with called "Quote of the Day". Theatre folk seem to have their own language sometimes when trying to convey abstract and intangible ideas. We also have a tendency to speak 'off the cuff' at times, creating quotes and one-liners that (when taken out of context) sound hilarious, odd or offensive to the uninitiated.

Thus, the following quotes may not be for those that are easily offended or don't care about/understand the creative process of putting on a show. But I figured this was as good a place as any to share them with those theatre friends that would get a kick out of 'em. And hell, maybe after reading a few of 'em, it'll pique your interest enough to come see the show!!

Without further ado, some QOD's from the production of 'Next Fall' at Actors Theatre:

“That movie is why I started pole-vaulting in High School!” CD

“If it's an ass that big, it has to be professionally mounted.” AW

“And a clamshell for Debra K.” AM

“There's no 'but' for that gay.” AM

“But every other time he's on his knees, it's tolerable.” RH

“Take it from Jeffrey Dahmer.” MW

“God is gay.” MW

“Take it from behind... then I don't have to feel you up onstage.” MW

"I was trying to be tight and stuff." RH

"She's gnawing on a bull penis... my housekeeper, not my dog..." DS

"It's Luke. It's Ben's brother... Cool!" MW

"I saw people playing with themselves again." MW

"Nice vegetable kid." MW

"The Hardy Boys were gay?" DD

"He's a non-denominational American." MW

Things I learned on the light rail tonight....

Chivalry is alive and well! I got on the light rail and a former California EMT snatched my bike from my hands before I could even protest and hefted it (with a bit of difficulty, to my delight) right on up to the hook. I could have kissed him! But I didn't. But I'm pretty sure I awarded him 'Hero of the Day'. I didn't have a trophy on me, but he seemed happy with the verbal accolade. (And I say I delight in his difficulty because I thought my issues were due to being a weakling. Turns out, the bike is just one bulky, heavy bitch.)

Five strangers on a train (from vastly different backgrounds and upbringing) can come up with a half-dozen viable ideas for a hit reality TV or web series.

If a man can buy you tampons without being squeamish – and chooses the right brand, absorbency, fragrance and applicator; he is a KEEPER.

I make character assumptions based on the food/cooking shows people watch. It's awful. I sit in rapt conversation with those who claim 'No Reservations' or mention Paula Deen, Chopped or Iron Chef. 'Bitchin' Kitchen' or 'Almost Homemade'? Ummm... Dismissed. I know, it's terrible of me. But I guess that's an inner litmus test that I never knew I had. ...And knowing is half the battle.

After writing a blog (that I still haven't finished or posted yet) that compared the differences between the Phoenix light rail and the New York subway, I thought I preferred the silence and the lack of conversation of NY. But I have to admit that human interaction and a few laughs sure do make the ride seem a lot shorter and much more pleasant.

I've more to share on my many light rail adventures, but it has been a long day. I'm anxious to have an audience for the show... and genuinely nervous for the first time in a long time. I still feel a bit green when it comes to this contemporary drama stuff... but at the end of the day, I feel like I've worked... and have been a part of creating something really special.

As my friend, Ms. Rosenberg, would say, “Ain't nuthin' wrong with that.”

Adventures Condensed

So I haven't blogged in ages (clearly) but have had one hell of a month!

At the end of last month, I spent a couple days in Arkansas on my way to New York. What a crazy, wonderful getaway it was!!
I got the chance to visit with some of my new friends from Arkansas Repertory Theatre (where we did Hairspray) which was AH-MAZING! The entire theatre was renovated over the summer and looks Gorjey McGorgeous!
I realized on this trip to Little Rock that I don't hate Phoenix as much as I thought I did. In fact, some of the things I love about that city are the similarities to Phoenix. I like the lushness of the south, though... and everyone seems nicer just because of their accents. They've perfected the art of the 'kind insult' - softening any blow by following it with, "Bless their heart..."
And truthfully, I'm a sucker for any town that has BBQ, Fried Fish and sweet tea on every corner. So...
SOLD!
From there, I was off to New York for a week of auditions. It was supposed to also include lots of visiting with friends, sightseeing and a show every night, but that was certainly not the case. I ended up being so swamped with auditions and visiting old friends that I really didn't do the touristy sight-seeing at all. For one thing, I didn't bring any of my three cameras (so much for traveling light) and even though I had my phone-cam, it's crappy, blurry, never focuses right, etc.
In a nutshell, auditions went well. Very well. Well enough that I'm trying to make it back to NY in January for another set of callbacks. (Which would be for projects mostly over the summer and the beginning of next season.)
But, rather than blog... which I suspect would be boring... I figured I'd offer up a video montage instead.