Callbacks

Callbacks

I got a callback for My Fair Lady!!!

Two for the Price of One

Two for the Price of One

Last night I had an audition for a film, down at the TPS studios. I'd been there already that day, rehearsing for my Martin Luther King show. But, event hough my day planner is color coded, I neglected to check it when I walked out the door at 9:30, and found once I'd arrived at the Centerhouse that my rehearsal was actually at 2. So I spent my day bumming around Seattle, spending my Borders gift card, eating at Westlake while watching the monorail come and go, and filling out my 2007 ledger.

My rehearsal ended at 4, and logic said it would be better to stay, but I wasn't pretty yet that day, and my headshots were still at Walgreens. So I took the bus to the library, printed my resumes, got fancy, drive North only to turn around and drive south, and decided my best bet was to pay the exhorbitant fee for parking rather than be late for my film audition.

It went about as well as I'm used to, since I really have NOOOO idea how to audition for a film. They stick the camera in front of you, but are you supposed to act towards it, or at the person you're line reading with, and how big is too big, and how subtle is deadpan? I keep thinking if I do enough of these things, I'll magically stuble on the right combination. I think I need to watch a few more DVD special features to figure out what they're doing.

Next door to that was the My Fair Lady auditions. I had emailed for a time, but didn't get one. So I showed up with an extra resume and headshot, and a nice thick book, intending to wait out the audition in the hopes that someone wouldn't show, and I'd get a walk in. As luck would have it, someone did cancel, and the director, who said he admired my gumption allowed me to audition.

I came in with My White Knight, and asked if they wanted the whole thing (only 4 pages) or just the last 16 bars. They said to start and they'd stop me when they'd heard enough. They let me finish the song. Then I got to do my British monologue ,and they had me do the first part of it twice again, in different ways.

I don't know if I got in, but I felt really good about the audition. Not bad for gatecrashing!

Another New Life Begins

Another New Life Begins

So, for a new January, I've begun a new job, a new show, possibly a new costuming gig, soon a new apartment, new City, new place, new life. Again.

The great hting about moving is the discovery period, where you have to go around your neighborhood to find your new favorite places. Favorite coffee shop, bookstore, vintage clothing place, antique store to browse, grocery store within walking distance, library, and favorite walk. So far, so good. A used bookstore and privately owned grocery store flank my bakery, the library is a block from my (presumed) apartment, and within a few blocks of everything are the Logsdons, antique stores, thai food, more bookstores, coffee shops, grocery stores, Indian, Greek, and Pizza.

I have my first rehearsal today, then tonight a meeting with my new roommates.

I suppose

I suppose it's safe to announce now:

I'm moving to Seattle. I've got a lot up in the air, but a lot enough projects back to back it seems to merit moving rather than commuting. So I'm frantically packing, arranging things, soon to be cleaning...plus working 60 hours Christmas week, and loading things into a storage unit, all while sick with who knows what -- it couldn't have picked a better time.

I'll be excited soon. Right now I'm just killing myself to get out of town Tuesday night. My new job starts Wednesday morning.

Santa Breakfast Cast Picture

Santa Breakfast Cast Picture

Macy's Santa Breakfast

Macy's Santa Breakfast

This is the meet and greet portion, where we keep the kids entertained while they wait to meet Santa.

Money Money Money

money money money. Money Money Money. MONEY MONEY MONEY!

Everyone sing along!

Money makes the world go around, the world go around, the world go around. Money makes the world go around, it makes it go ROOOO-OUND!

Tonight I waited tables for the first time since October 15th. It has been a great break, a wonderful chance to travel, visit, audition and perform. Being broke has sucked. Eating mashed potatoes from a box for dinner because it's all you have left in the house, kind of sucks. Living off of Starbucks Gift Cards for many of your weekend meals has been very convenient as I'm wandering around downtown with things to do before I can go back to the always graciously food-providing Logsdons.

Today, though, has been lovely. Just when I was wondering how much longer I could coax my hair away from frizzy and straight up, since I'd run out of both conditioner and mousse, a Christmas card came from my Grandmother, who decided to send money instead of a gift. Hurrah! Conditioner! Shaving Cream! And one can of cat food as an early Christmas present for Cai. Then, I went to work on my last bit of gas. Upon emerging from the pre-Christmas push, and tipping out my busser, I found I had enough for a tank of gas, some quarters for the bus tomorrow, the mousse I forgot to buy earlier, and a little cash to pad my pocket until we get paid on Sunday. Isn't life grand???

Beautiful, glorious, heavenly, marvelous,
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful,
Wonderful, wonderful day!

Reading in Paperback

Reading in Paperback

It's no wonder I don't like to take baths very often.

I should qualify that.

Baths are a traditionally girly activity. Candles. Music. Scented oils and frothy bubbles. A glass of champagne. A good book to while away the stress of the day.

Therein lies the problem. It's easy to read a book in the bath if all you like are magazines and scary chic-lit. It's a little harder to haul, say, Shakespeare in there. Or the first Volume of Lord of the Rings. Or Schindler's List (smaller, and paperbook, but not so relaxing). God forbid you be reading Gone With the Wind or something. Even in paperback that's a formidable undertaking. Try holding that puppy above the water for 15 minutes or so. Nevermind a full hour long pamper-fest.

Hence, the length of my soothing bath is determined by how long I can heft a book aloft.

In Seattle again. Another weekend, another round of shows. It's such an amazing thing to walk around the city, ride the buses, view all of the unwashed humanity at it's finest. And I do mean unwashed. Across from me on the bus on the way home was an old crazy man, who talked to himself about everyone around him in a constant monologue. I put my hand on the rail to steady myself, and the commentary switched to, "you're not married, are you, no, no, not married, no." Terrific. Even schizophrenics are noticing!

The show went well today, even after getting up at 4.

I spent a few hours this afternoon walking around downtown giving out the latest theater guides to all the local hotels and members only timeshare clubs (who knew they had such a think outside of resort towns?). Tomorrow I'll load up my Cambodian Shoulderbag to head to Pike Place and the Sanitary Market. There should be a few vendors there to unload another half a box onto...leaving me with Pioneer Square on Monday.

It's been a long weekend of reviewing necessities and priorities, and making decisions about the immediate future. More on that later, I suppose.

Happy Birthday to Me

Happy 27th Birthday
To someone....I can't think who...whom....whatever.

It's mine. I'm 27 today. Yesterday I auditioned for Romeo and Juliet. Today I've got a show, then shopping with Miles, then...I don't know. Maybe go home?

Oh yeah, yesterday we went out to see "Atonement" which was very very good and very very chocolate-necessary. Then we walked around downtown Seattle for a while, picked up my TPS pamphlets to deliver.