Arena Rawk!

Last night i went to see Journey in concert and it was... fantastic.
I'd heard they were coming to town (with Night Ranger, the one-hit-wonder of Sister Christian opening) a while back and Becca and I talked about getting tickets but just figured they were too expensive or whatever.
Thursday morning i get a text from a friend of mine reading, "what are you doing saturday? i have an extra ticket to journey."
I was stoked!
So i picked him up last night (the least i could do was drive!!) and headed downtown. We parked at the dome and walked over to will call at the arena where he handed me my ticket- floor, 6th row!!
The arena was sparkling as we walked in- Night Ranger had just started and everything was dark except for the flashing lights that looked like a starry sky. We took our seats next to a couple in their early 40s from Jackson, Ms. The chick was a perfect mix of my friends Megan Stabb and Pauline Boudreaux- she was sweet but super enthusiastic (and possibly drunk.) She kept trying to get me to go up to the very front with her. Eventually she just went on her own and spent most of the concert up there- abandoning her husband. The husband, who reminded me of my friend Garett Bagwell, seemed to be in awe of Journey's new singer- the youtube find from the Philapeans. He kept saying things like, "look how high that Chinaman jumps" or "that Chinaman sure has a high voice..." It was pretty funny.
My date was really sweet and the concert was really good. Night Ranger seemed very excited to be performing and especially in New Orleans. Journey played everything i hoped they play (plus a few things that i really thought were by the Eagles...)
All in all, very good time. It was strange because i'd heard all these Journey songs played live before but i was used to the Mollys or Contraflow, was weird that this was the real deal (well sorta... Steve Perry is the voice on the radio...)
Journey is such a widely appealing band. My dad really likes them and went to their concerts back in the 70s and stuff. There were also people in their early 20s at this concert last night. Its just good classic rock- anyway you want it. Because that's the way you need it. :)

Motivation.
I always seem to get it at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
At 3pm, as i'm ready to leave work, i get all these ideas for things i should/could do. By 6:30 the following morning, I've lost all interest.
At writing group, i feel the inspiration to go home and write. I'm not going to do this at 9pm though, and by the next day the inspiration is goine.
And then there's real estate... I'll go to a training class or meet with my broker or something and come up with all sorts of marketing ideas and what not. By the time i have the chance to impliment them, though, i've either forgotten my idea or given up on the action.
Same thing with scanning, organizing my apt...everything.
The idea of something is always so drastically different from the reality of it.

I just had the best conversation. Probably one of the nicest i've had with a man in a really long time.
He's 77 years old and i met him at PJs Coffee.
I have a canvas bag which reads, "wherever i am is centerstage" and this man commented on it as i was sitting down at a table near him. He asked if i was an actor and we started talking about theatre and about opera- how american musicals are just as much operas as the traditional French and Italian ones but don't get the same credit. He mentioned Mozart and Germans lacking credibility as well. Then he told me about his time in the war- apparently he was some kind of military police inteligence officer or something but he also performed with a group with the USO. He was stationed in Japan and other places and taught American as a Second Language. He and his wife were married in the mid-50s and lived around Bayou St John. He told me about all the anti-bellum houses over there and about the Creoles. He talked about Marc Morial's father working for Sears-Robuck before people of color were alowed to do so and how he rode in the front of the streetcar but no one told him anything.
My friend once pulled a gun on a man who was abusing his wife and commanded off-duty Marines to apprehend another man beating up his wife at a Wal-Mart.
He toldme the history of Zydeco (something about greenbeans- haricot- without salt) and how he's had both knees replaced by a doctor who works for the Saints. When he told me that its been almost a year since his wife "went home to wait for me" i almost started crying right there. My maw-maw passed away in January and i kept picturing my paw-paw at the funeral. I should visit him more.
I love my paw-paw and wouldn't trade him for anything but i wish he had more stories.
The man i met today was full of all sorts of interesting tales to tell. He'd been all over the world and was obviously well-read. My paw-paw isn't quite as entertaining- then again, he's had 28 years to tell me the stories that this man (who's name i didn't catch) had only an hour to do.
Other people in the coffee shop would periodically look over at me- wondering if they should rescue me from what was obviously a stranger babbling on.
I was glad that no one interviened though.
As he left, he thanked me for our chat. He said that he'd just come from making arrangements that morning for the one year anniversary of his wife's passing and was feeling sort of blue. He said he enjoyed the conversation we'd had.
Fighting back tears again (old people always make me cry!) i realized i really enjoyed it too.

After seeing "Julie and Julia" last week, i've been inspired to take up blogging again. For a while i was posting blogs on my myspace account but i stopped for some reason and then (like everybody else) pretty much stopped using myspace anyway.

Well below is the first couple paragraphs of something i've written about my experiences earlier this summer:

There are two types of people: pill people and booze people. I am not a pill person.

That isn’t to say that I’m an alcoholic, either. I am quite simply, a New Orleanian.

What is a booze person to do then when liquor is no longer their friend and pills are not optional?

Turn a vice into a virtue.

It all started in the beginning of May 2009. I was 27 years old and living a content life balanced with work and social activities. And then I started to not feel like myself. I was tired and nauseated all the time and had become somewhat irritable. A friend of mine commented that my skin was beginning to look off color and the whites of my eyes had turned yellow. The following day at work, a co-worker concurred that I appeared jaundice.

I was sent to see a doctor who assigned me the unnerving task of peeing in a cup. Forty-five minutes and eight “ma’am, are you okay?”s later, I was still unable to produce the requested urine sample. The nurse informed me she’d simply draw some blood. At this point, I regressed a full twenty years and broke down in the doctor’s office. The temper tantrum I threw in that office did not seem to distract the nurse as she insisted on drawing my blood between my sobbing and convulsing. In an attempt to calm myself down, I sung as loudly as I could to the song playing on the radio. Sadly, even the world’s most committed, albeit bad, version of a Bon Jovi song wasn’t enough to prevent an eggplant colored bruise from almost immediately appearing on my arm.

Assaulted by a sharp object and traumatized, I was then informed they would still need my urine sample. Twenty minutes later, I managed to produce.

Thinking my humiliation was over, I finally steadied myself. Then the doctor informed me she would like to order more tests. I was sent across town to an outpatient clinic and had an ultrasound done on my stomach area. Insisting I wasn’t pregnant, the technician advised she was looking at my liver and pancreas. The ultrasound wasn’t pleasant but it could have been worse. After it was over, I was allowed to go home. I’d suffered enough for one day.

Myspace. Myspace. Myspace.
k, so i don't think i'll be posting on blogger anymore. Its not a bad site but i find myspace much easier.
So if you haven't already, please find me there. www.myspace.com/taryn0628 I think thats the link. Let me know if it doesn't work or something though..
:)

Coming full circle.
The day i left with my parents for the hurricane evacuation i was supposed to go antique shopping for one of those French parlor phones...needless to say, that didn't happen.
Well today, for Christmas, i got the phone. Things are as back to as 'normal' as i guess they can be. I am totally and completely content. Contentment is not necessarily a good thing though. When one is content, there is not drive to move. If one were happy, there would be no problem. Even if one were misreable, at least there would be a reason to make a change. Being content is dangerous because a person could theoretically stay that way forever.
Theatre in New Orleans is practically non-exsistant-- i had an audition for "I Love You, You're Perfect. Now Change" a few weeks ago but that didn't pan out. I'm supposed to be moving to the HR dept at work but i don't see that happening anytime soon. Things are just sort of stagnant.
At any rate, things could be MUCH worse so i'm at least grateful for that.
I saw "The Chronicles of Narnia" the other night-- highly recomend!

There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.
Last Friday night i went out after work with a couple of girls from the office and we had Mexican Martinis (instead of vodka or gin, its tequilla)... then i got the metaphorical ruby slippers.
Saturday i drove home. It has been so great to be back. The last week have just been amazing for no apparent reason...
No exciting stories, no pop culture to comment on. Just hanging with friends, seeing my grandparents, my apt. Seeing a couple of cool movies and visiting some of my favorite places in the city and going back to the old office building. Somehow seemed important to just put that into words...

Life is a journey not a destination...
The end is near.
I am going home in a week! I finally got my transfer and i only have to survive 5 more work days in this place. Its weird being here now. Ginny left. Kimber left. All i'm left with are Austin people- for what its worth, they all seem nice but i miss "my friends."
I got to see some of them this weekend though. I drove to San Antonio to Kat's and we went to Lake Charles to meet Steph and Robin for the Northwestern/McNeese game. We lost by 5 points! It sucked. It was nice seeing them though, we went to dinner and to the casino and met up with my friend Chassidy at this red neck country/cajun/rock bar that looked strangely like a VFW hall. But we made fools of ourselves trying to dance so its all good.
Today i went to a flea market in Winnie, Tx. with Steph and her family. Its funny, the day we evacuated for the hurricane i was supposed to go to a flea market. I had it in my head that i wanted to get one of those antique phones and i really wanted to spend that Saturday shopping for one and then my parents made me go to Houston with them. Now here i am 2 and a half months later and i still don't have a nice phone but somehow that seems ....unimportant.
So i'm very bored at work. My boss quit right after we got to Austin. The only other remaining manager who worked in the same dept as me has quit/got fired (long story) and so now i am basically running the entire residential call management dept (which is what i do, incidently). That being said, i'm ready to give it all up. Last week i had my one year anniversary with the company (how scary!) and i'm the only one left in my dept that is still there- i have these random new people working for me here. And its just so different than it was before and i don't feel like i have anything left to learn or do or whatever. So... i decided i want to do HR. The company i work for is small and i dunno, weird. And i think i'm be good at doing human resources. Either that or work on a train line-- i miss traveling but i've already done the airplane thing, which sucks because all you do is go from point a to point b and you don't see anything along the way. A train is the exact opposite, its not about where you started or even where you'll end up, just the experiences you have along the way...

Ma Vie en Austin.
So the last couple of weeks have been much better than they were the first few weeks i was in that god-forsaken place.
My friend Kat that lives in San Antonio came up two weekends ago with a friend from college and the three of us went to 6th street. 6th st is supposed to be Austin's version of Bourbon but it's more like Bealle St (i think i mis spelled that) in Memphis or there's a street in Louisville or even Pleasure Island at Disney World. It was nice-- much cleaner than Bourbon but its all UT people.
The next day we went with my current roomate Ginny to a cave. It was pretty cool. There's this place called Inner Space Cavern (just like the one i went to a year and a half ago with Stephanie in Kentucky) but its still really cool. I recomend anyone go check out a real live cave if you get the chance.
Last weekend Ginny and i went with some people from work out to Lake Travis. We rented a boat and went crusing along. Would have been a lot of fun except..... After about two hours out there of just riding and drinking wine coolers, we all had to pee. So we pulled over and figured we could just go in the bushes. Well there was a tube we were pulling because a couple of them went tubing, and we were using that as a bridge to get to land. Two of the other girls stepped on it and then to the shore just fine......Taryn has NO balance though and as soon as i stepped onto the tube, i fell in the lake! I spent the rest of the day soaking wet and freezing. It was worth it to get to pee though.
This Thursday i took off half a day to go down to San Antonio. Work is driving me insane with all the newbies and everything so i was very ready for a mini-break. Tommy was in S.A. on buisness so i got to spend the afternoon with him and then Kat came and met up with us that night. So nice to see MY friends and not have to hang out with the subsitute friends i've made.
Yesterday i drove to Baton Rouge to see Mickey. Saw a couple of other people in BR and then Becca came up for the Mollys. It had been almost three months since we'd seen them play-- was starting to have definate withdrawls.
They of course were amazing but the atmosphere sucked.
I've come to the conclusion that i am a major snob and that i really don't care. There are things i love and things i hate. Texas, for instance, while being a nice place for many people, is not my thing. Something else though that many people seem to really like that i am just NOT a fan-- LSU.
The concert was at the Varsity, this bar in BR. And 98% of the crowd was lsu people. What's crazy is that i felt just as out of place there as i did with the UT people on 6th street. Maybe i should have went to a bigger college...
At any rate..... i am currently 'home'. I feel like i'm in Back to the Future part 2 though. Its home but its like this alternate universe type place. Where's a flux capasitor when you need it??
Everything is so crowded and there's signs for stuff everywhere posting what's open and what's not, etc. Its just sorta crazy.
I'm going later today to get a "new" car. My 94 Cavilier that i've had for the last two years or so since i flipped my Camry in the ditch, is pretty much on its deathbed. So my dad found me another Camry. Its a 98 and it belongs to my aunt's neighbor. I've never seen it but i've agreed to buy it. Not smart. Hope it doesn't suck.
Going back to icky texas on sunday. Hopefully only for a few weeks though. I have every intention of being outta there by thanksgiving. Not sure where i'm gonna go though. My roomate (becca)'s mom has been subleting our apt plus i'd still have to pay rent at the place with ginny in austin. Troubles of two places to live will be over soon, though. Both leases are up in Decemeber. Back to square one then. I really don't know what i'm going to do.
But i'll figure something out.... i always do.

Rednecks and Mexicans.
I spent this weekend down in San Antonio visiting with Stephanie and Kat. Hanging out with them was nice because i don't get to see them often, the activities however were somewhat of a culture shock.
Saturday i went to Six Flags- Fiesta Texas (Steph works there). Kat came and met up with me when she could and it was pretty fun. So far, so good. Later that night though, the three of us along with a few of Stephanie's friends from work went to a bar called Midnight Rodeo. Yeah. The name pretty much says it. Hicktown-USA. It was incredible. It was a pretty big place with this oval shaped dance floor in the middle and people were dancing around it like it was a skating rink. I of course vowed not to 'two-step' but somehow got suckered into it. First with one of Steph's guy friends- that poor guy! I kept stepping on his feet and then i kept losing my shoes (note to self, sandles are not good country dancing shoes) so he was tripping on them. Well i finally after a few spins around mastered the one-two-three rhythm (i think its the waltz) albeit, moving my lips as i counted the whole time. A little while later though i'm sitting at the bar nursing my tequilla sunrise when a one armed cowboy asks me to dance (he had two arms but one of them was in a sling- i didn't ask him how come.) I tried telling him i was bad at it- to date, the thing i was most bad at in the world was laser tag... i think if possible, i might be worse at country dancing. The one armed cowboy insisted i dance with him, though. I was so worried i'd hit his bum arm that i kept knocking his hat off (very strange dancing with a guy with a wide brimmed hat). Other than that though, it was easier dancing with him than guys with both arms. I was more free. I kind of just did whatever i wanted because he wasn't doing a very good job of leading. I think that's my new thing now. I'm going to start looking for guys with only one arm- that way i can feel like i'm a good dancer.
Yesterday Steph had to work again so Kat and i went downtown. We ended up at a Mexican flea market. It was very colorful. There was lots of music (that i didn't understand) and crafts and food and people. There were a lot of people down there. I was definatley the minority of those people, though. Kat speaks Spanish and so when she ordered something it cost her $2. I ordered the exact same thing and they charged me $3. I did get a cool necklace though.
All in all, crazy weekend. Luckily though both places had the same wonderful thing in common- $2 margaritas! :)

My friend Beth has a quote up on her blog from "Garden State" (awesome movie incidently) that i really took heart to when i read it recently: "Maybe that's all a family is, a group of people who miss the same imaginary place."
We went into the office today (ironically my first day back was on Labor Day) and there were 12 of us. We met in the confrence room of this rental space they have and we talked 'game strategy'. They're talking about staying here for 6 months! I'd have to get an apartment and actually live here. I don't know why that's such a big deal to me- i've lived other places before but besides for the fact that i just absolutely hate Texas, this seems different. Its not a controlled experience, not really anyway. When i went away to college, i knew i'd be in Natchitoches for 8 semsters. The semester with Disney had me in Orlando for a set period of time as did my summer in Maine at the camp. Even all my stuff with the airline was on time limits and i could fly into New Orleans as often as i wanted. Here i have no control. I don't have my car, i don't know my way around...i feel lost. Its' okay, i mean i'm not all depressed and all. I'm lucky actually compared to most Katrina victims but it just doesn't feel right being here- even if there are friends of mine from work here. Maybe it will turn out good, though. We all went out to lunch today at this barbeque place called Ruby's, it was very good. And i haven't been downtown yet, i'm sure there's lots of theatres and stuff down there. Besides, i don't exactly have a choice.
My life in New Orleans was predictable. I went to work every day from 9-6 plus three nights a week i was delivering pizza. Most of my free time was spent with Becca and Tommy and lately Matt and Nick- which was fine but predictable. I was like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, resentful of the boring life i was living, unable to appreciate how lucky i was. And here i am, live and in technicolor (sans the yellow brick road and annoying little dog) and while i'm all about enjoying to adventure that lies ahead, i sure hope there's a pair of ruby slippers waiting for me at the end...

The lost city of New Orleans....
I guess i now know what it must have been like to have been part of the underwater world of Atlantis. I don't feel homeless. Homeless people can rome the streets of a house they once had. They are not 'homeless' just 'houseless'. I am the exact opposite because i have a perfectly good house (well maybe) i just can't get to it.
My family left my cousin's yesterday to drive up to Dallas to stay with my great aunt Betty and my dad's cousin Rick. I stayed at my cousin BJs an extra day though because Barrister called... My cousin's hot roomate took me to the Houston airport today to fly out to Austin for work. Evidently the austin office is semi-functional and they're trying to get the company up and running so they wanted me here. Kimber (the former bridezilla) is here with her now husband who works for barrister as is a few other people from work. They have us staying in an extended stay inn for now and as soon as they can get the server up and running, they're going to put us to work. Its kinda crazy. The company i work for wasn't the most organized before so i'm very interested to see how all this will play out. I don't know if they plan on going back to N.O. ever but they at least want to stick it out here 3 or 4 weeks. I just wish i could go back to check on my apt, get some of my stuff, get my car, etc. but i don't i'll be able. A couple of the guys from work managed to make it back into Harahan to get some of the equipment and they said they got pulled over multiple times, each by cops with guns in their faces. They said its horrible- dead bodies on the sides of the road and everything.... .ewwwwww
All i know is that i better get a serious raise if they expect me to stay here. Because it would take a lot for me to stay in Texas of all places....

Getting the hell out of Dodge.....
So here i am stuck in Texas of all places.... Houston- my cousin lives here and his gf works for one of the hotels out by the airport. My whole family practically is here, its kinda nuts. Hurricane Katrina wasn't THE BIG ONE that it could have been- a cat 5 hitting N.O. directly would have leveled it completely but looking at CNN, it still looks pretty bad.
As far as i know, all of my family and friends are alright and from what i understand my apartment should be in decent shape because that part of the city was relatively spared. We're not sure when we can go home, though. New Orleans is under martial law and they're not letting anyone in yet because of all the flooding, etc. I'd imagine the water and debris will be cleaned up in the next couple of days, the next problem though is the lack of power. They're saying it could be weeks before the electricity comes back on. We have extended family up in Dallas so we might drive up there if we have to...
This whole thing was so last minute though. Friday night i went to the Saints game after work and when i went Saturday afternoon to my parents' house to do laundry i was surprised to find them packing to leave. They talked me into going with them of course but as someone who doesn't pay much attention to the news really, i didn't think it was going to be that big of a deal. I have like three outfits with me and that's about it. Everyone has been very generous though. Stephanie and Kat offered for me and whoever to come stay with them in San Antonio, as did Robin in Shreveport and a few others.... i think i'm stuck with the fam, though. I may go insane.
Anyway.... my cell can't receive calls but i can get text messages and i have periodic access to the internet.
If anyone actually still reads this little blog of mine..... if you are from n.o., i hope you are okay. if not, good.
Ohh.... and i ended up getting a stage managing position with the Actor's Theatre of New Orleans..... hope the theatre is still there....

Use it or Lose it.
So my theatrical career has pretty much been at a standstill these last several months. After the rejections of Memphis and St Louis plus the stress of the stupid office job, i had kind of lost the desire to perform.
Lately that desire has come back some, though. I'm not ready to move to New York and try to cut it professionally or anything yet but i do miss being involved. I've been buying showtune soundtracks and going to see really bad community theatre. I even concidered directing. There's this theatre i used to do shows at what seems like a hundred years ago that i want to try to put on a show. Still may happen but no immediate plans. I've also had a few auditions. One was for Rivertown- it BLEW!! The piano was playing one song, i was singing another-- it was horrible. Its not quite like riding a bike where you never forget how. I'm out of practice. I suck now. Gradually it comes back, though. I had another audition yesterday for Actor's Theatre of New Orleans. I'm not sure there's a role for me in the show they're doing but the audition went much better- kind of like languages. Part of it always stays with you if you just get back into the swing.
Otherwise in Taryn world.... (i haven't updated this blog in months) things are pretty much the same as they were in April, though. Barrister (the stupid office job) is slowly draining the life out of me. It feels like i live there and its starting to affect my personal life- even when i'm not there i think about all the stuff i'm going to have to go back to. I dunno, i like most of the people i work with, i like being in charge, i like knowing my job backwards and forwards but i do not like all the stress that is involved with this. I don't like the carry over. With Dominos for instance (which i am still working a few nights a week to pick up extra cash) no matter how busy you are on any give night, by the time you come in the next day you get to start fresh. With Barrister, that's not the case. If i leave early, all of the work that's still there is going to pile up. I think i need to have a job that has closure. Unfortunatly no immediate plans of getting a new job. I am planning on getting a new car though. Probably either a Nissan Sentra or a Toyota Corolla.
Otherwise.... same ol same ol. Hanging out with friends, we've seen a lot of movies lately for some reason. My life is kind of boring. I'm not complaining though. For so long i was going at hyperspeed (namely for the 8 months i was with the airline) that i'm willing to invest a solid year of being the most uninteresting individual on the planet just to unwind. Soon though i'm going to need something else. Rebecca and i made a pact that if nothing extra ordinary happens in the next few months, we'll pack up and go work for the cruiseline. I don't know if i need anything else that extreme but we'll see...

How to Succeed in Buisness Without Really Trying...
So i got a promotion. For months i was an account rep for this one residential account. Then i started doing replacements for all of the residential accounts (a total nightmare- its what happens when we can't fix the computer, we have to replace it. Only its a long, tedious process and none of the clients are terribly happy by the time you speak with them...)
Last week though, i got pulled off replacements (yes!!) to start training on a different residential account. The girl who runs that account is pregnant and when she leaves, i'm taking it over. They had mentioned it to me a while back that when she leaves in August for maternity leave that i might get to run it. Only when she started training me, she told me that she's really planning on leaving in the end of May and she's not coming back (her and her husband are moving back to Maine where they're from) and so i get to take it over permenantly. Its kinda cool but its also kind of scary. Its different than what i was working on before in that this warranty company that we deal with covers printers. Printers are a whole other ball game that i don't know how to approach. Whatever, i guess i'll figure it out. I'm just waiting to see what kind of raise i can get. Probably not enough to quit Dominos altogether but maybe enough to at least knock it down to only once or twice a week. Its crazy how this whole office thing has been working out anyway, its so out of character for me, but lately its sorta of suiting me.
I've been trying to expand my horizons anyway, though.
I've started listening to country- not when i'm alone in the car or anything but i've learned to tolerate it anyway. One of my friends listens to it a lot and plus one of the closing managers i work with and so there's now a few songs anyway that i really like- which is weird because i used to really hate it.
I'm also not generally a sci-fi fan but i've started reading "The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy". So far, so good. Its really funny. The only thing i don't like is all the names- its all these really long words with too many consanants. Why can't the robot from the planet Solarocktov just be called Sam?
So I went to the dentist today (yeah health insurance!) I have five cavaties! I have never had a cavity in my life and now i have five of them. I'm a big wuss too, fillings will not be pleasent for me.
Anyway, i've got this online friend Zach who discovers the most random bands that no one has ever heard of- his most recent discovery that he's passed on to me is Marah (not Carey): www.marah-usa.com
If anyone still reads this thing and has time to let some 'of their stuff download, you should check it out. Its kinda hard to describe the sound but i like it :)

Always a bridesmaid. Never a bride.
So Kim's wedding was today. The pepto fairy lives! It actually wasn't all that bad. We spent most of the day getting ready and drinking chamagne. The ceremony was performed by the groom's dad and thankfully didn't last that long considering after five minutes I couldn't feel the balls of my feet the shoes I was wearing hurt so bad. There were a lot of old people there but the few young people they had were cool so the reception was fun. I hung out the whole time with my best friend growing up- Ashleigh and her boyfriend (who is a dancing nut.)
The bridesmaids had all taken Kim out Friday night for the bachelorette party- we went to Southport Hall to see the greatest 80s tribute band ever..."The Molly Ringwalds." It was a lot of fun. In keeping with the 80s theme yesterday, Tommy, Rebecca and I went and saw "Ferris Buller's Day Off" in the parish. There's just something about watching a John Hughes movie on the big screen....Especially at the Chalmette show....It was really cool though. We're gonna go there to see Rocky Horror in a couple of weeks.
I can't believe Kim is married!!
I was supposed to get spray tanned. I didn't though because I'm still sun burned from last weekend. Rebecca, Tommy and I went to Dallas to watch Becca's dad's race (he's a pro stock race car driver.) I hate Dallas but we had a good time driving around and stuff. We went to a history museum and to the grassy knoll and to a HUGE mall... The race was kinda cool too, the best part I think though was Becca's dad. He came in third but he was so proud of himself. Its hard- being able to focus on your own accomplishment and not the failure of the task. He didn't care that he didn't win, only that he did his best and had a good time. I wish I could be like that with my acting.
Weekend before last Becca, Tommy, Mickey and I went to Biloxi (where I didn't get sunburned ironically.) We actually didn't make it to the beach though because the weather sucked. Tommy and Mickey went to a country concert and Becca and I went to the casino. I lost some money but we played for a while- my favorite was this penny slot machine of the phantom of the opera, I did good with that one. We also played Hawaii Hi Lo for a while which is like a cross between poker and blackjack- kinda weird. I've also decided when I get my own house, my sinks are going to look exactly like the ones in the bathroom at the Beau Rivage. Plus I got a couple of stoners phone numbers, so all in all good weekend :)
My car broke down the other night. I was delivering pizza and all of a sudden the car just killed. I ended up calling a tow truck and my dad and my roomate, etc. After like an hour of being broken down on the side of the road with all kinds of people looking at it and me imagining worst case scenario, it was determined that I had run out of gas. Apparently the gas gage is broken. I felt SO stupid. Oh well, at least I knew how to fix it...

All that glitters is not gold.
So no word from Missoula. And in this case no news is bad news I think. Josh was in town last weekend doing Pinnochio and I got to go see it. It was a cute little show- amazing that they put that on in a week. Part of me thinks it would have really enjoyed doing the tour: I miss traveling, I miss theatre, it would have been a nice challenge and plus there aren't any other immediate acting opportunities and so I'm very much at a loss. Another part of me is sort of relieved though. Something about it just didn't feel right. I've heard great things about the company and Josh speaks highly of it but it didn't quite click with me. I don't think I'm really ready to work with kids like that yet. I still want to perform, I'm too selfish to cultivate young talent.
Lately I've seen the light literally it seems. My roommate and I have been on this light and laser kick. She and Tommy and I had gone a couple of weeks ago to the planetarium in New Orleans for Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon (by far the closest you'll ever feel to being on acid without actually having to take any). And then this past weekend Becca and I went up to Baton Rouge for Mickey's birthday. We stopped by D-Con to catch the pie auction and then the three of us and Daniel went to Baton Rouge's planetarium to catch U2s light and laser show. It gives you a head ache but it is so cool! Defiantly my recommendation to anyone who's amused by pretty colors (like myself.)
So in response to my extreme money problem, I've taken up delivering pizza again. I'm back at Dominos a few nights a week to make some extra cash. Kinda nice- I worked the last two nights and pulled in like $70 for not even working that long so that's cool.
Bridezilla had a lingerie party this weekend. It was so lame- a bunch of people sitting around watching Kim open up nightgowns, etc that she is never actually going to wear. I, myself, got her some candles- I've known Kim since she was like 8, the idea of buying her sex clothes is just way too weird!
:)

Meet me in St Louis!
So Mickey and I left at 3am on Thursday to drive up there (it was a ten hour drive.) Got to see some of the city that evening, though. Its pretty nice- other than the fact that the weather absolutely sucks, I could see myself living in that part of the country. The arch was kinda cool, although we got so lost trying to get back to our hotel room that we spent two hours driving around I-270 before we realized it made a loop. Things in St Louis just aren't very linear.
Friday morning was the audition. It went alright- I played Lady Mac and although I went over time, it was a pretty good performance if I do say so myself. I got a call back for Missoula Children's Theatre in Montana. My friend Josh is touring with them now and seems to really like it. Its not really what I wanted- I was looking for a resident theatre that I could do shows for all audiences. This, however, is a traveling show and its for kids- actually, with kids. It is kind of an educational theatre deal, it would involve going into schools and directing young people. I've done things like that before, in college and at the summer camp plus I obviously have experience living out of a suitcase but this would be for a solid year and I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of commitment. Anyway I haven't been offered the job yet but if I do, we shall see if and what becomes of it.
I do know one thing, I have got to find a way to make some money! I went to the ATM yesterday to try and get $20 and got a receipt shoot out that said "insufficient funds". I'm not good at not spending money though. And its not even like I live extravagantly- I have bills and I like to keep busy.
My roommate's birthday was last weekend, Tommy and I threw her a surprise party at the skating rink. It was a lot of fun actually but I almost forgot how uncoordinated I am.
The next day we went shooting. Our friend Eric owns a couple of handguns (a .45 and 9mm) and there's this army post or something on the north shore that we got to go shoot targets at. Me and real live guns, go figure. Again- so uncoordinated! I was lucky if I even hit the paper much less anywhere near the chest.
This weekend was a weekend of stars. Went to the planetarium, that was cool. Oscars were this weekend, I actually got to see all five films that were nominated. All of them were pretty good, I think I liked "Finding Neverland" the best but it didn't have a shot at winning. 'Million Dollar Baby' I had put off seeing, it just didn't look like something I'd enjoy. I was wrong. I have never cried so hard at a movie ever.
Saturday was Bridezilla's wedding shower. Talk about an event that could totally upstage an Oscar party. It was crazy. This old couple from their church has a lot of money apparently and they had invited 120 ladies to their afternoon soiree. Only a little over half showed up but still, it was chaos. Lucky there is a maid and a matron of honor or else my fingers would have been killing me having to write down all the gifts.
This week I'm just trying to get organized- at work and at home. Fun stuff....

If all the world is a stage then I might be in trouble. So audition didn't go so well- maybe I shouldn't have procrastinated so much. I ended up writing my own monologue- about Bridezilla actually (it was pretty good too if I do say so myself) Thing about summer stock work, though is that its all musicals and Shakespeare. I love to sing but for some reason directors like their performers to sing in particular keys when they do (go figure.) So I think I'm gonna attempt Shakespeare for the next one- which is in St Louis in two weeks incidently.
Memphis wasn't a total bust though- met a couple of cool people, ran into a friend of mine from college, plus I got to go to Graceland.
Stephanie, Rebecca and I went and visited the King's humble dwellings and I've got to say that I defiantly have a new perspective on the man. The house is actually really tacky- it was preserved since the 70s when it was last decorated. His plane was really cool though and so were his cars and the museum of him. Rebecca spent part of the next day while Steph was auditioning, running around looking for Elvis stuff- what we found instead were the Peabody ducks. There's this famous hotel downtown (off of the infamous Beale street) that is home of these ducks that parade around the lobby and up the elevator onto the roof everyday that Becca and I (being the goofy people that we are) ran all around this five star hotel looking for.http://sun.science.wayne.edu/~goldkey/ducks.htm Well we missed them- they're pretty fast for ducks so by the time we found them they were back in their cage. Oh well, at least we can say we 'saw' the Peabody ducks.
Anyway, when the three of us finally made it back to New Orleans (sans fluffy mallards) we had Mickey and Daniel here. Then my friend Kat came down and we all hung out for Mardi Gras. The girls went to Bacchus Sunday night while the boys stayed in and watched the superbowl -it was cool hanging out and stuff but I'm really over the whole mardi gras thing, 23 years of it is enough. Monday night I even got talked into going to the Quarter. Becca's dad has a friend who owns a bar on Bourbon so a bunch of us got to go up on the balcony. It had potential to be really cool- ariel view to all the craziness but I was really sick that night so spent most of the night trying to sleep in a corner. On the plus side, everyone was so tired that we didn't even go out mardi gras day. We watched "Ray" -which I've seen actually. I'm trying to watch all the Oscar noms before the ceremony- so far I've seen three, that one, "the aviator" and "sideways". I'm not sure if "finding neverland" is playing anymore and "million dollar baby" looks stupid but I'll probably try and catch it anyway.
We actually rented an Elvis movie last night. We wanted to get "King Creole" but all Blockbuster had was "Harem Scarem" - it was so lame!!
On the plus side, I actually know somebody on "American Idol". This guy Desmond that I went to NSU with is still on the show- he was a theatre major :) Props to him.
And hi, Nick!

A series of unfortunate events.
The new Jim Carrey movie? Or tag line for my life?
The film incidently wasn't half bad. I took my sister to see it last week for her birthday and was surprised how cute it was.
My life on the other hand, while not being bad exactly, has had well...a series of unfortunate events. Sarah never did write me a monolouge, nor did Jeremy help with my song. The biggest audition of my life is now less than two weeks away and I am horribly unprepared (not that i blame them, its totally my own fault.)
Things at work have been really stressful. Much more so than a boring office job should be. Ever since the new year really i've been gradually doing more and more work that should be manager stuff- which i don't mind, its cool that they think me capable and its nice to have a variety of stuff so i don't fall asleep from boredom but that's not the point. If i'm going to be doing the same work as a manager then i should be getting paid like a manager. Three month mark is coming up soon, i really hope i get a raise.
So i finally got into it with bridezilla. My friend Kim's wedding has become this event of monsturous proportions (and its still two and a half months away) I don't feel like i'm in a wedding, i feel like i'm in an army (Barbie Boot Camp all over again-- this time complete will all the lace and frills.) Its bad enough i am being forced to wear the ugliest dress i have ever seen, am going to get the hair all puffed up and toes peticured and even (reluctently) agreed to the spray tan that she has made us all an appt to get but the place i drew the line at was shoes. I don't care how ugly they are (they would be out of place if they weren't) but i need something that i can walk in- even though its not my wedding, i'd still prefer to not roll down the isle (ug, i'd look like a big bundle of pink frosting). After arguing about it for almost half an hour, i finally convinced her to let me go shopping with her. Little did i know, she already had them picked out. They're actually not that bad- well they wouldn't be if they didn't have a four inch heel and weren't pepto pink. I guess compromise was just a dumb idea to present before a bride. I am never getting married. And if i do, i vow to not make poor unasuming women who i call my friends wear anything that looks like a hooker version of little bo peep.